Chapter 83: Don’t Speak
Silence!
The battlefield fell into a shocking stillness.
The ninjas of Konoha and Kirigakure couldn't believe what they were seeing.
It was impossible to process what had just happened.
The Mizukage, using the Mangekyō Sharingan, one of the most feared dojutsu in the world, had been slapped and knocked down in less than a second.
Before they could react, the Mizukage, controlled by Madara Uchiha, lay crashed against the ground, several meters away.
"This can't be! This is madness!"
"BY GOD!! It's the legendary Madara Uchiha! How can he be slapped like that...?!"
Everyone let out gasps of disbelief as they finally processed the scene before them.
Among the most shocked were the members of the Uchiha clan, who watched with their Sharingan wide open, unable to believe what they had just witnessed.
The great Madara Uchiha, the pride of the clan, the legendary ninja, had been taken down without even offering resistance.
"This is... unbelievable. Simply unbelievable..."
In the next moment, an unexpected reaction swept through the Uchiha clan's ranks. Many of them didn't feel fear or admiration but excitement.
'Madara Uchiha, that damn coward, finally got what he deserved!' some thought, unable to hide their smiles.
To many of the Uchihas present, Madara was nothing more than a disgrace.
In their eyes, the man who had once been their leader had betrayed them, fleeing when he couldn't stand up to Hashirama Senju.
He had tried to drag the clan down in his failure, but when no one followed him, he abandoned them, leaving a stain on the pride of the clan.
To them, Madara was also a relic of the past who didn't deserve to continue existing.
Amid the emotional chaos, Futian, with clenched teeth and eyes filled with hatred, focused his gaze on the fallen body of the Mizukage. "You will fall today too, Madara Uchiha," he whispered, with a defiant glint in his eyes.
Meanwhile, Fugaku, who had been defeated in the exchange of ocular power, lay unconscious.
A group of medical ninjas surrounded him, trying to stabilize him.
Futian approached, looking at Fugaku with frustration. "I hope you learn from this and grow wiser," he murmured, shaking his head. It wasn't just a matter of strength; Fugaku had been reckless.
Without wasting more time, he ordered the medics to take Fugaku away for treatment.
At the same time…
"Oh my god..."
After slapping the Mizukage, Luo Lei floated back into the air.
With a condescending expression, he said, "Madara, you should practice a little more before returning here."
The silence was crushing.
The Mizukage could barely contain himself, tasting the bitter flavor of blood in his mouth.
"What kind of speed is this? What type of Kekkei Genkai have you awakened?" he finally said, his voice filled with disbelief as he got up, ignoring the stinging pain in his swollen cheek.
But before he could finish speaking…
Slap!
A new slap echoed in the air, sending his body flying again and crashing hard into the ground.
"Speak with more respect..." Luo Lei muttered, his expression one of disbelief.
He couldn't even understand where Madara's arrogance came from, merely controlling the body of a simple Mizukage, and still daring to speak like that?
Supersonic?
Madara, recovering again, stood up with difficulty. His Mangekyō Sharingan glowed with doubt.
"How is this possible? I'm using the Mangekyō Sharingan, and I still can't follow his movements... It's not just supersonic speed... this is at least three times the speed of sound."
He couldn't believe it. His Mangekyō Sharingan was incapable of tracking the attacks. There was only one conclusion: Luo Lei's speed was so excessive that it far exceeded the limits of his eye.
"I knew you were fast, but I didn't expect you to be this fast... It seems I made a slight miscalculation," admitted the Mizukage, as he rubbed his swollen cheeks, trying to maintain his composure.
"A miscalculation?"
Luo Lei shook his head with a sarcastic smile, a spark of madness flashing in his eyes. "Madara, if this is the strength you have, you should have retired a long time ago. Hide well, and make sure I don't find you again… because next time, I'll kill you."
The coldness in his voice was unmistakable, and there was no need for further words.
Madara had made a mistake by showing up here, and Luo Lei had no intention of showing mercy. If Madara dared to return, there would be no second chances.
Slap!
Once again, a sharp sound echoed. Although none of the ninjas could see how Luo Lei moved, the result was clear: the Mizukage was thrown to the ground for the third time.
For a while, silence enveloped the Konoha ninjas.
No one knew what to say about what they were witnessing. The legendary Madara Uchiha, feared for generations, seemed to be nothing more than a shadow of his former self.
How dare he control the Third Mizukage and face Luo Lei in this way?
Yagura, watching the scene, couldn't help but feel incredulous. Although they didn't know when the Mizukage had fallen under Madara's control, for him and his men, that didn't matter much.
The enemy of their enemy, in this case Luo Lei, should be their ally. As long as Madara managed to defeat Luo Lei, everything would be fine.
But the outcome was… ridiculous. The Mizukage had done nothing but end up with a swollen face from Luo Lei's continuous slaps.
"This doesn't look good..." he muttered with a frown as he looked at his companions from Kirigakure. "We should find an opportunity to retreat before it's too late."
"Yes!"
The others quickly nodded, without needing to think twice.
They weren't fools.
What was happening was clearly a fight between gods, and if the Mizukage fell, their fate would be sealed.
None of them wanted to be there when that happened.
"Luo Lei…!"
However, at that very moment, in front of the imposing figure of Luo Lei, who showed no interest in the warrior's honor and followed no kind of code, simply using his overwhelming speed to strike without mercy, the Mizukage began to lose patience.
His usual calm was crumbling.
Never in his life, not even during the Clan Wars era, had he experienced something like this.
How many years had passed?
How many battles had he fought?
Never had he been humiliated like this, slapped again and again before he could even finish a word.
Slap!
The resounding sound of another slap cut his thoughts short.
The Mizukage, having barely gotten up from the ground, flew through the air once more before crashing into the ground.
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