236. A close victory

The sky seemed to be swallowed by flames. Nothing remained for a good thirty miles around their fight, flames burned down the sky as well as the earth.

Slowly the flames started to die down or rather they weakened due to insufficient Qi.

After the flames diverged two figures appeared before everyone.

Madara was now panting, his aura weak and his armour cracked with his left arm was loosely hanging on his shoulders.

Suddenly he spat out a mouthful of blood and wiped his mouth. His eyes focused on the old man who was standing opposite him.

Unlike before the old man's aura was chaotic, his hair was a mess and his clothes were burned in many places. What was eye catching was the wound to his chest.

A long wound was now present on his chest but no blood poured out. True flames kept on burning down his blood trying to swallow him whole.

" You are strong."

" You too."

Both Madara and the old man commented each other and went down. The old man covered those true flames with large quantity of Qi and seperated it from.

Madara sat down beside his team and started to recuperate. The fight put his Qi down to ten percent with several internal organs shaken and slightly injured.

A fight between an immortal and a true Immortal is by no means simple. Those big moves were to disrupt each others momentum, the true fight was within.

As soon as their attacks struck both of them went for the kill.

Madara used his ingenious battle instincts and got close to the old man. But was his opponent an ordinary person?

Obviously not.

The old man waited for Madara to get close and started his counter. Qi wrapped his entire body as his domain spread about to restrict Madara.

True flames burned around Madara trying to negate that pressure. His eyes spun rapidly trying to figure out his opponents weakness.

The old man gave Madara no opportunity to do so, from their fight he understood Madara was in possession of a rare Bloodline, and that too an ocular bloodline.

He knew about such bloodlines, even the trashiest among such bloodlines would give it's user stronger nerve reflexes and sight. Thus he didn't want to spend too much time fighting Madara.

His hammer suddenly started to emit brown colour mixed with a metallic vibe. The aura shrouding him seemed to undergone a drastic change as his domain got stronger.

Madara felt his body get heavier again, but his eyes were calm, like a mountain against strong winds.

The old man disappeared from his sense. Madara's observation picked up something to his right and placed the Uchiha fan in defence but the expected strike didn't come.

Madara for a second was puzzled then..

' Shit! '

A tremendous force was already close to him, he could feel the wind pressure already.

True flames started to surge, Madara unexpectedly didn't dodge!!

His aura spiked causing the temperature around that area to change. Just as the attack was about to strike him an object blocked it's path.

The Uchiha Fan!

Boom!!

Madara felt his body being crushed, he felt his arm go numb from that tremendous power being transmitted through his Fan. His bones started to creak and break.

" My turn."

Madara ignore the pain from his arm and grinned. With the old man so close would Madara not use it?

His eyes spun as he looked straight at the old man, his Sharingan blazed with power.

" Tsukuyomi."

' Bad! '

The old man felt his body shiver, for a second he lost control of his Qi or rather his spirit was burned!!.

Before he could withdraw he felt his chest being pricked by something and looked down.

Right before his eyes a sword with nine magatama shaped holes with two burning with flames cut through his chest leaving a long gash.

True flames, one pale yellow, the other violet kept burning his body and Qi. With much struggle he retreated and stood still.

This battle was over, Madara Won!

Law observed Madara's condition, and he seemed fine. Couple of days would bring him back to normal.

The young man on the other hand was astonished by Madara's power.

A person would be considered a genius if he can control one true flame but two..... that fall into the category of monsters.

' That kind of control over flames.... is he even human? Even among those old monsters, there should be noone who can compare upto him in terms of fire manipulation! '

The young man's assessment of Madara was very high. If not for his high Cultivation Madara would be able to defeat him way too easily.

Madara opened his eyes and looked at the young man.

" Your opponent would be here soon."

He then looked at Law and stretched out his hands. Laws mouth twitched before he tossed out a bottle of green pills.

Madara took one out and gulped it down. The young man's eyebrows shot up when Madara opened that small bottle. His eyes scanned past Law,

' They even have a pill maker among them and an exceptional one at that. Just what kind of people are they? '

The young man had a high status and he has seen many talents in his time but if he made a comparison then he felt only those from the ten great sects could match these freaks before him.

Madara took out another pill after ten minutes. Law gave him three pills, each with the ability to heal wounds several times faster.

" Well well well.... looks like you have gotten stronger, Madara."