Note: I am new to writing cultivation fights so I myself don't really know how things go as it might get confusing, but I'll try to improve or stop if things are bad
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'Dismantle.'
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In the forest, Madara was currently on a killing spree. His upper body was bare, covered in blood droplets along with his face. Behind him was a trail of corpses, all chopped up cleanly. The ground was littered with the bodies of Elementary Profound Beasts shaped like mutated werewolves—same realm, different stages.
To Madara, fighting them was nothing more than a one-sided slaughter. The gap between them was like heaven and earth. Him being at the sixth stage of the Nascent Profound Realm already solidified that.
Right now, he was using the Dismantle technique, fused with his profound energy. It was swift and effective, cutting through the beasts easily and raising his EXP bar. To him, these beasts were just training dummies to test out the skills he received from the starter pack. He was already having fun spamming Dismantle on these low-level mobs.
Even though they were only in the Elementary Profound Realm, their bodies were durable. Their constitution and fur were harder than steel to ordinary humans. Even if their throat was cut by a dagger, the wound would be termed out as shallow. But to Madara, they were no different than fish on a chopping board—his technique sliced through them like butter.
He looked at the pack of wolves in front of him. They growled, showing their razor sharp teeth, their bloodshot eyes void of any intellect—pure killing intent driven by their animalistic instinct.
The next second, they all pounced together, mouths open and fangs bared, aiming to tear him apart.
'Dismantle.' Madara, with one swipe of his finger, all the wolves in mid-air were sliced in half. Blood sprayed out, some of it landing on his upper body as he stood in place, unfazed by the touch.
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[...]
Dozens of prompts sounded in his mind as he waited for something.
[EXP leveled up! Soul Coins transferred.]
'Status.'
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Name: Madara
Age: 13
Cultivation Base: Nascent Profound Realm - Stage 6
EXP (Level 2): 134 / 5000
Soul Coins: 400
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This was what Madara finally wanted to see. His Soul Coins no longer being zero, his first ever true profit since coming to this world. Though four-hundred was still too low considering the prices of items in the system shop. But that was to be expected—he had just only grinded his first level of EXP bar.
Still, Madara was now even more eager to obtain soul coins. Just imagining his soul coins reaching the number in millions in the future—getting his hands on some destructive abilities and items made it exciting for him, fueling his desires.
"Hm." Madara turned his head, glancing into the distance. He sensed someone approaching—or rather, something that radiated violent profound energy.
The shadow moved closer, eventually stepping into view through the trees and revealing itself.
'Nascent Profound Realm, stage ten.' Madara evaluated at the new profound beast that appeared
The beast stood two meters tall, its body wide and blurred in shape. Its face resembled a snake's, with long horns and glowing dark scales covering its body.
'The smell of blood must've attracted it.' It was much unlikely to find Nascent Profound beasts in this area since only elementary profound beasts were present, but it seems that the scent of blood that filled the air drew it to this place—which worked for Madara either way.
The more profound beasts appear the faster he'll fill the Exp bar, the more he'll gain Soul Coins.
The beast's aura was wild. Its eyes were just like the other wolves—full of madness and aggression with no sign of intellect.
Roar!
The beast let out a roar that cracked the ground beneath it and rattled the area.
"Annoying."
A whisper came from Madara as at the same time, the roaring vanished completely, the beast's body froze like a mannequin, halting all kind of actions and mobility.
A thin line slowly began to appear on the middle of its whole body. It slowly turned red—its entire body was split vertically. One half slid off the other ontot he ground as blood pooled on the surface.
[700 exp gained]
"Same realm, higher stage… the result stays the same." Madara muttered as he looked at the corpse without emotion. Even if the beast was four stages higher, it was still an ant.
Madara's use of the Dismantle technique was different. It wasn't just about using profound energy. It was about how he used it.
His slash was compressed to the thickness of a strand of hair. That same compression was applied to his profound energy—concentrated to the point of extreme lethality. Even though he was at the sixth stage of the Nascent Profound Realm, the profound strength he generated was already at the level of a Spirit Profound Realm cultivator.
To clarify, Madara's profound veins being ten times thicker and denser allows his dantian to store far more profound energy, his meridians to circulate that energy with greater volume and speed, and his only current—eleven opened profound entrances to release that energy in much larger bursts. All of this directly increases the profound strength he can unleash in combat.
That sheer output enables him to easily massacre cultivators in the True Profound Realm—a full realm above his current Nascent Profound Realm—and that's without even relying on his control.
But if he were to apply his concept of absolute control over profound energy—refining, compressing, and releasing it with pinpoint precision—he can push his profound strength even further, enough to battle against Spirit Profound Realm cultivators and even overwhelm them, two realms above him. At that point, True Profound experts were simply just ants, as well as making him invincible at the realm.
"Not enough." Madara thought as he looked at the exp bar that was barely filled. Sure, getting his first Soul Coins was satisfying—but the progress? Far too slow.
It was what he expected but it wasn't enough to quench his thirst for more.
"I need to go deeper."
The problem was his current location. The number of profound beasts he encountered was too low. If he wanted stronger enemies, more EXP, and better loot, he had no choice but to head deeper into the forest—toward where the concentration of profound energy was much denser.
In the next second, Madara vanished from his spot, leaving behind two deep pits as his body blasted forward like a blur.
This was his first time using Shave, one of the six styles developed by the Navy. Normally, Shave is meant for short bursts of speed—mainly used in close combat. It works by stepping on the ground rapidly, at least ten times in the blink of an eye, to generate explosive momentum.
But Madara didn't use it that way.
He adapted the technique for long-distance travel. Instead of constantly stomping with both feet, he alternated between his left and right leg after every distance crossed. Normally, this would throw off a person's balance, since Shave relies on symmetrical stomps from both legs for stability and burst power.
However, Madara's Heavenly Restriction Physique changed the rules. His body was far stronger and more durable than normal, allowing him to handle the intense recoil and impact with ease. That alone let him push the technique beyond its original limits—turning a close-combat movement skill into a high-speed traversal method perfectly suited for him.
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As he dwelled deeper and deeper into the forest Madara kept running into many elementary profound beasts ranging from stage one till stage ten. Without the need to stop in his tracks, he kept launching the dismantle technique slicing all of them apart.
Along the way, Madara decided to start trying something new.
He closed his eyes.
One by one, he began shutting down his heightened senses—sight, smell, taste, and touch—forcing control over his body through sheer will and precise manipulation of his profound energy.
First was touch—the sensation of wind brushing against his skin, the feeling of the ground under his feet—it all vanished, as if his body was disconnected from the world.
Then came smell, cutting off the earthy scent of the forest and the faint traces of distant beasts.
Taste followed, though inactive at the time, even the residual moisture in his mouth dulled into nothing.
His vision, sharper than a hawk's, went dark as he willingly blinded himself. Pitch black consumed his world.
His eyes served no purpose now.
All that remained was one sense that he didn't lock away—Hearing. He kept them active for a reason.
His speed remained steady as he darted through the forest like a spear fired through dense terrain. Branches snapped. Leaves rustled violently. The air howled by his ears. That was all he had—sound.
Suddenly, he surged his profound energy directly to his ears, amplifying the smallest vibrations in the air, feeding them through the path of his will manipulation ability. He didn't just listen anymore—he was now commanding his profound energy to stretch and synchronize with his will to touch the world around him.
It was like expanding a thin invisible field ahead of him, woven by the flow of profound energy and guided by will. Where his sight ended, his will began.
Then it happened.
He felt it—not with eyes, not with skin—but with pure intent. A slight change in pressure ahead. His ears picked up the subtle change in wind resistance, and his will translated that into a vague shape.
A tree. Right ahead.
Without hesitation, Madara leaned slightly to the right and narrowly dodged the tree.
It worked.
He continued to push deeper into the forest, and the terrain became increasingly chaotic. Trees packed closer, branches grew like a cage, and roots twisted across the ground like traps. Any normal person would've slammed headfirst into bark by now.
But Madara danced between them all.
He began layering more of his will into the energy, stretching it in a cone ahead of him—sharpening it, tuning it to detect movement, size, and proximity. He wasn't seeing the forest, but sensing its rhythm. His steps became more fluid. Each branch that came close was preemptively dodged as if he knew it would be there.
Until it happened.
Like a new world opening.
It was as if a third eye had opened at the center of his forehead, not physical, but spiritual—radiating invisible light that illuminated everything without sight. The darkness behind his closed eyes remained, but now it was painted with impressions. His will didn't just stretch forward—it breathed, rippled, and returned to him like an echo.
Every tree, every leaf, every insect's flutter painted itself in his mind—not as images, but intents, shapes, motions. He couldn't see them, but he felt where they were, how fast they were moving, how solid they stood. It was like he had stepped into a world made of pressure and motion, a realm of whispers carried through profound energy.
His body moved without conscious thought. A sharp root—he stepped aside. A low-hanging branch—he ducked, leaned, and slid beneath it without pause.
It wasn't instinct. It wasn't prediction.
It was total unrestricted awareness.
His will had become a sensory web, threaded through the forest, constantly receiving feedback. The world no longer needed to be seen—it could be understood.
And that was the moment it truly awakened. His own version of Observation Haki.
A world without light. A world without color.
But a world where nothing could remain hidden.
"This is the best." Madara laughed, his eyes opened radiating with intensity. He just succeeded in forming his own type of observation Haki, or better to refer it as profound observation.
Currently, his profound observation could cover about a radius of ten miles. For better understanding, this would allow him to cover a large forest zone, an entire battlefield, or multiple villages—and he's doing that right now.
As of how far he could cover is based on how high his cultivation base is, the higher it is the farther his profound observation could extend.
Furthermore, he'd already grasped the basics. Sarper movement perception, sensing killing intent, reading emotions, all instinctively feeding into his next move.
His first target, around six miles ahead of him, he could see many profound beats, of which in the true profound realm ranging from stage three to stage nine. Strangely enough, they were all the same in appearances but varied in strength, seemingly beasts that live in packs.
The beasts stands at 2.5 meters tall at the shoulder, 5 meters long from snout to tail, and about 1 meter wide across its torso. Its body is lean and elongated, covered in smooth, dark silver skin marked with faint ridges along its sides. It has six long legs, each ending in sharp, black talon-like claws. Its head is oval-shaped and featureless, with no eyes or mouth, resembling a mask carved from polished stone. A long, whip-like tail extends behind it, covered in overlapping obsidian-like plates. Thin, glowing white lines trace across its body like cracks in glass, and from its back rise several curved, thread-like spines that emit a soft bluish glow.
'Not just many, but hundreds of them.' Madara's smile widened showing his pearly white teeth, his eyes brimming with excitement as he decerned how many there are. He didn't care about how they looked or what they could do.
Right ahead of him were hundreds of them, mobs waiting for him to farm exp out of. Just imagining his soul coins increasing made his speed unconsciously increase, breaking the sound barrier as shockwaves boomed behind him after each trail he crossed over.
In just a minute, he crossed over six miles reaching the destination of where the beasts were residing together in packs near each other.
The beasts all together, raised their heads as they looked at one direction sensing someone approaching.
What came to their eyes was a human whose upper body was stained with blood, long black hair that went past his shoulders, pitch black eyes that seems to be black holes, and an expression of pure craziness, a smile stretched out reaching his ears threatening to split his face in half.
But as every profound beast below the spirit profound realm, they seemed to just have growled seeing an unknown entity entering their field of vision which increased their aggression as their first intent was to pounce and kill it.
Unfortunately for them, lacking the basic starting intellect, they are completely oblivious to the intimate death that they are about to face the very next second.
Madara with his crazed expression stood in place as he slightly crouched down, his eyes glaring at the soon to be farmed mobs. His right hand slightly extended backwards as at the fingertips there was something invisible brewing and expanding, the very air around it seemed to change and compress. A torrent of wave of profound energy was radiating within this process, but was tightly controlled and compressed distorting the air and space around it.
"Dismantle." With a wide swipe from his hand. The world lost its voice for a moment, time seemed to have frozen for a split second. Following that was a bloodbath, the profound beasts that were standing, who had no time to even take action or show their aggression, all together were split in half simoultaniousely in a horizontal way. From the front row to the last, every beast now laid in a pool of blood. severed.
[800 exp gained]
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Hundreds of mechanical prompts flashed his mind one after another which sounded like music to Madara's ears, making his mental state settle in a calm.
[Exp leveled up! Soul coins transferred.]
[Exp leveled up! Soul coins transferred.]
'Stats.'
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Name: Madara
Age: 13
Cultivation base: Nascent profound realm - stage 6
Exp (Level 5): 21,170/40,000
Soul coins: 3,200
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"Good." Madara nodded in satisfaction as the soul coin count jumped from hundreds to thousands. It wasn't enough—not yet—but he was making progress, and that was what mattered.
He already had a clear idea of what items he would purchase next. Each one played a part in a plan he had begun formulating towards his next destination.
A plan involving the Phoenix Clan located within the Ten Thousand Beast Mountain Range, southeast of the Wasteland of Death in the Blue Wind Empire.
Not just the clan… but also the remnant soul of the Phoenix God itself.
ROAR!
A thunderous roar shook the entire forest zone. The echo tore through the trees, making large birds scatter and weaker beasts flee.
Madara didn't flinch. A calm smile played across his lips, as if the sound meant nothing. He already sensed this particular beast from five miles away the moment his profound observation developed—along with countless others.
The ground rumbled beneath his feet, tremors growing stronger.
BOOM!
A massive shadow loomed overhead, blocking out the sun. A towering blur soared through the air before slamming into the ground. Upon impact, the terrain cracked and split like shattered glass. Dust surged into the air, briefly hiding the creature's form behind Madara.
"I was just about to come to you." Madara muttered, not even bothering to turn. "But you've saved me the trouble."
He stood with his back to the beast, unconcerned, as if he had eyes behind his head.
"Even though you're starting to develop some form of intelligence, your stupidity still amazes me." He chuckled, finally turning to face the glowing purple eyes piercing through the fading dust.
The veil of dust lifted, revealing the beast's full form.
It stood six meters tall and stretched fifteen meters in length. Its body was encased in thick, dark purple crystal-like scales that shimmered faintly, ridged like armor. Its thick legs ended in clawed feet made for tearing earth. From the sides of its head rose two crystal horns, and its tail ended in a spiked, crystal-lined sphere. Jagged ridges pulsed faintly with profound energy along its spine. Its eyes glowed—a deep, eerie purple.
'Stage seven, Spirit Profound Beast.' Madara instantly gauged its cultivation. This one was unlike the others. Its aura wasn't wild and uncontrollable—it was contained. Focused. Violent, yes, but not mindless. And its eyes—they carried slight comprehension, not just bloodlust.
"You're durable, I'll give you that." Madara smirked, taking notice of those thick, crystalline scales were clearly built for defense.
Perfect. The tougher the beast, the better for testing his abilities.
The beast responded to his presence with fury, stomping the ground and forming small craters beneath its weight. With a burst of speed, it charged like an arrow loosed from a bow—its Spirit Profound cultivation surging.
BOOM!
The impact was deafening. A shockwave tore through the forest zone, kicking up dust and splintering nearby trees.
"Heh... looks like you'll be my test dummy." Madara's voice echoed through the settling dust.
When the air cleared, Madara stood tall, unmoved. His hands gripped the beast's horns tightly, veins bulging across his forearms as he held back the monster's brute force. He had no profound energy flowing through him—he was relying solely on raw, physical strength.
His Heavenly Restriction Physique.
He hadn't had a chance to fully test its limits—until now.
The beast's eyes flared with rage. It surged more profound energy, slamming its head downward, forcing Madara's knees to bend slightly from the sheer pressure.
"You think it'd be that easy?" Madara's voice was cold. It understood what the beast was attempting—to crush him.
But to him, it was nothing more than an insult.
Veins popped along his legs and arms. He adjusted his stance, grounding himself as the pressure intensified—then—
Madara vanished, leaving behind twin pits where his feet had been. In the next instant, he reappeared two miles away—then vanished again, leaving a small crater behind as a split-second later, he materialized right in front of the beast.
A powerful punch exploded across the beast's chest, sending it skidding back five steps. A shockwave rippled through the ground.
The beast growled, its eyes glowing brighter with a mix of fury... and confusion. It had felt the force. Despite his size, this human had generated enough power to push it back. There was no damage, but the impact itself was undeniable.
"Heh... you tanked a normal punch." Madara smirked, not disappointed. It was what he expected from a beast like this.
"But..." His smile widened. "What about a controlled one?"
He vanished again.
The next punch landed with no sound. No shockwave.
Nothing.
It looked like a gentle tap. The beast didn't even flinch outwardly—yet its expression changed. Slight pain stung from the exact point of impact. Its scales remained unbroken, but something felt... off.
What Madara had just used wasn't raw force—it was precision. A controlled punch, shaped to focus the impact internally at a single point, compressing his strength to pierce.
No profound energy. No techniques. Just pure, mechanical perfection in body control and force shaping.
But even then—it wasn't enough.
This beast's defense was hardened beyond point. Its scales could endure strikes from peak-stage Spirit Profound Realm cultivators. For Madara, breaking through it with only raw strength wouldn't be easy.
But that's what made it fun.
The more durable the beast...
...the more things he gets to test.
He proceeded to forcebuly shut down his profound observation, relying solely on his heightened senses, he wanted only to use the traits of the heavenly restriction without any other externalities.
The beast erupted with a roar of anger as it launched at Madara.
Madara instead of backing down dashed forward to meet it head on, a slight smirk on his lips.
A shockwave erupting from the center as both clashed trading blows, but this close ranged combat didn't seem to be in the favor of the beast.
Every strike—whether tail, claw, or horn—met only empty air or was redirected with precision that defied instinct. Its muscles tensed, and the ground beneath it cracked as it crouched low, tail swinging with abrupt force.
Madara stood in place.
The moment the tail snapped toward him, he leaned slightly sideways—just enough. His foot shifted, turning with the motion, allowing the tail to graze past his body by inches. Then came the claw swipe—sharp, fast, laced with profound energy—yet it cut nothing but air as Madara rotated with fluid motion, like he had already seen the attack happen a second before. He ducked low, stepped into the beast's blind spot, and delivered a rising punch strike into its underbelly.
Tick.
A faint sound echoed as one of the lower crystal plates rattled slightly, recoiling from the impact.
Roaring in fury, the beast struck again, front claws pounding like hammers. Madara weaved through each one, his motioned eerily efficient, precise like a trained warrior refined through countless wars.
Every evasion was calculated to the millimeter, every counter delivered not with brute strength but surgical timing, landing where it should—joints, weak points, and pressure gaps between the scales. None did real damage, but each one stung.
He wasn't just reacting—he was dissecting.
One step back. Pivot. Elbow to the ribs.
Step in. Redirect the claw with a palm parry. Twist the wrist. Drive a knee upward.
He moved like a ghost—a war-hardened phantom who had danced across thousands of battlefields. This was it, each movement was proof of his heritage, his instincts and movements guided by the full level combat experience of Uchiha Madara granted from the starter pack. This coupled with his heightened senses by the heavenly restriction that allowed him to see the opponents motion before their attack made him the ultimate complete fighter—a combat god.
But no matter how many times he struck, the beast's scales held firmly. But it was also clearly being humiliated. It couldn't land a single hit as Madara evaded, parried and countered every of its attack, each one rendering them useless which made the profound beast furious.
This bug Infront of it, this fleshling, was toying with it.
A deep, thunderous growl vibrated through the beast's chest.
It stopped moving. Its limbs stiffened.
Madara, mid-movement, paused. His pupils caught the abnormal sudden halting, his senses caught an indication of something.
Without hesitation, he retreated in a burst, creating distance just as a shockwave exploded from the beast's core. The ground shook violently as dust and shattered rocks blasted outward. Towering trees cracked and toppled. A dome of force spread in every direction.
Madara stood still at the edge, his eyes calm with no flunctuation.
The dust began to settle.
And then he saw it.
The beast's form hadn't changed—same towering height, same massive body—but its appearance had shifted in an eerie way. Arcs of deep violet lightning slithered and danced across its surface like living serpents. They intertwined over its crystal scales, illuminating its body in flickers of brilliance. Each pulse of lightning amplified its killing intent, and the air around it began to warp, trembling under the weight of its fury.
'Lightning? No, not quite.' Madara observed sharply. At first glance, it looked like lightning, but there was no destructive aura—none of the chaotic pressure true lightning should carry. It was more like a concentrated electric current. He noticed how the currents caused a shift in the beast's scales. What was once crystal-clear was now darker, denser—the current was reinforcing them, hardening their structure even further.
'Let's see how far I could take this.' Madara wanted to see if he could possibly take down that beast with just his physical strength.
He bent his knees slightly his figure vanished appearing right Infront of the beast, launching a controlled punch with all his strength behind it.
The punch landed with a thud, but the beast was unmoved, it's newly enhanced defense making it like an unbreakable fortress.
Suddenly, it responded almost instantly after the punch landed, taking a sudden step forward with a sudden burst of strength making the ground crack and quake underneath it as it rammed Madara with its head sending him flying in the air but Madara quickly adjusted mid air flipping his body as he landed on his two feet as he slid back in a crouched down position.
'Its defense literally just doubled.' Madara though as he straightened up looking at the beast infront of him. His attack did nothing, it felt like he was hitting an unmovable object, but that did not mean anything yet, after all he had yet to use his set of techniques.
'Then it's time to bring out the navy six styles.' Madara dashed forward, leaving two deep pits behind as his foot dug into the earth. His figure flickered—Shave activated, but the next moment, he wasn't on the ground.
He was in the air.
Shave blended into Moon walk mid-stride. He zipped through the sky like a falling star zigzagging across its own path, teleporting mid-air with rapid bursts of force. The beast snapped its head up, reacting instantly as its maw opened and needle-like spikes of hardened energy shot out like a rain of death.
'Poison?' Madara frowned seeing this new form of attack that the beast hadn't used. He could sense in those spikes that were approaching him held a deadly kind of poison. He was eager to take those spikes head on to further see what the heavenly restriction physique could do, if it can dispell or destroy the poison but it didn't seem like the right time to do so as he wanted to his physical techniques first.
Madara vanished again.
The next instant, he was weaving between the spikes with impossible grace—his body flowing unnaturally like paper caught in the breeze.
Paper Art.
Each spike passed within inches, but none touched him. Not one.
Then he twisted mid-air. A single leg swung down, the air beneath it cracked.
Tempest Kick. But not a wide blade.
No—a needle-thin air slash, hyper-compressed, like a cutting wire moving faster than sound. It sliced down, targeting one specific scale on the beast's chest.
It struck.
But the scale still held.
'Rebounded.' Madara observed how the scale was able to slightly rebound the tempest kick as it took some of its brunt that was reduced by half. It's specific shape allowed it to do such.
He didn't stop as in the same breath, he vanished again, appearing just above the beast's left eye. His finger shot forward, faster than a bullet.
Finger pistol—Needle Point.
A direct strike, aimed precisely at the same scale, down to the molecule. It punctured but didn't break through. A shallow hole.
Again. And again.
He blurred around the beast's massive body like a shadow torn loose from gravity, every attack focused on that same one scale. Not to break it… yet. But to prepare it.
To weaken it.
The beast twisted it's body as it swung its tail at Madara who was on the ground below. It's heavy end tail that was sphere shaped with spikes on it approaching Madara sonic speed with energy surging the momentum and strength.
Madara's feet grounded seeing the incoming tail approach him, he didn't dodge but took a different approach. His body stiffened, yet didn't halt.
Ding
When the tail made contact with Madara's body, an iron being hit echoed it felt what hit was like a dense bell, unmovable and unshakable. Madara's Muscles locked in unnatural tension—Iron Body—but different. He took the full brunt of the attack, fending the tail off as he kept He kept moving, still attacking, still flowing. A refined form—moving iron, completely different from how the original Iron Body works wanting the user to stay planted on the ground without moving.
The beast growled, confused and angry. From the moment the human changed his form attacks till now made it impossible for it to predict or even land a hit on it perfectly. It was like a pinball bouncing around in such unnatural angles, and unpredictable landings.
Blood was seem trailing in a thin line behind the scale that was repeadtly targeted as a stinging pain sensation tingeled the beast from that point, not enough to matter… yet.
Then Madara shot out like a spear seemingly aiming to pierce through the fortress that stood before him.
But once he was Infront of the beast two steps distance, he stopped in his tracks, stood completely still as he formed a stance, both fists drawn back, arms trembling slightly and veins popping out like snakes from the sheer power building in them.
He'd aimed at that one, single scale the entire time.
And now...
"Six King Gun."
Twin fists struck forward like cannons. A shockwave exploded through the air, silent and invisible—no flames, no impact force.
Just obliteration from the inside focused on one point.
The beast froze.
Then trembled.
Two deep fist-sized craters formed in its body, centered around that one scale.
And finally—the heart behind it burst.
Madara stepped back as the beast loomed for a moment—towering, snarling, violet arcs flickering wildly. Then with a low, crumbling thud, it collapsed.
[1080 exp gained]
Madara looked at the beast's corpse with no expression. The EXP he gained didn't excite him. To him, it felt like a single droplet vanishing into an ocean.
Instead, his thoughts focused on the Six Styles he had just unleashed. These techniques were arguably some of the most refined physical martial arts ever conceived—built to further maximize his physical strength and destructive efficiency without relying on cultivation. Despite the beast's near-impenetrable defense, Madara defeated it using only his physical strength, something most cultivators in this realm couldn't hope to replicate. That alone spoke volumes about the power of his Heavenly Restriction Physique, a body enhanced to the extreme, placing him in a league of his own.
In this lower realm, treasures and artifacts are categorized by grade—Common, Refined, Enhanced, Elite, up to Pseudo-Divine Grade—with each grade split into Low, Mid, High, and Peak stages.
(Ranking is not from original)
If Madara were to classify his physique, it would currently rank around Mid-Enhanced Grade, comparable to weapons wielded by Earth or Sky Profound Realm cultivators depending on their stage. This granted him the physical resilience to trade blows evenly with Spirit Profound Realm opponents—just like the beast he had just slain. In truth, he could've simply exchanged raw hits and likely endured with minimal damage. But that wasn't the point. He wanted to test his physical martial techniques first.
And the fight proved something crucial. Basic physical attacks alone weren't enough to overcome the beast's natural trait—its hardened biological defense that allowed it to endure blows from even Earth Profound Realm experts. Without the Six Styles, Madara wouldn't have been able to pierce through its layered protection. What also allowed him to prevail was his calculated precision—repeatedly targeting a single scale beneath which the beast's heart lay, using different techniques to weaken it at a single, precise point. Only then, when all factors were aligned, did he unleash his final technique—Six King Gun.
This move is an advanced and powerful extension of the Navy's Six Styles, a technique unlockable only when each form—Shave, Moonwalk, Iron Body, Paper Art, Tempest Kick, and Finger Pistol—is mastered so thoroughly that they become one cohesive combat philosophy. Unlike conventional attacks, Six King Gun doesn't rely on surface impact. It channels concentrated shockwaves directly into the body, bypassing outer defenses and obliterating from within—rupturing organs, collapsing bones, and even stopping the heart. Executed with both fists, it requires not only tremendous strength and control, but a body honed to its peak.
For Madara, using it wasn't difficult. It was natural—as if his body had long since surpassed what was needed to perform such technique.
Furthermore, the way he fought was exactly the same as Uchiha Madara himself. His performance was like that of a combat god, the way he moved and fought was perfect and complete..
"Huh?" Madara suddenly frowned, his thoughts halting as he vanished from his spot. The ground cratered where he once stood, a deafening shockwave blasting outward from the impact, shaking the area violently as dust engulfed the surroundings.
Appearing a distance away, Madara narrowed his eyes at the devastated ground where he had just been standing. Through the haze of dust, his sharp gaze focused on the figure that had caused such destruction.
'Another one... but at the Earth Profound Realm, Stage Four.'
He studied the newcomer as the dust began to settle.
The beast stood over four meters tall on two legs, its bulky, muscular frame slightly blurred with raw energy. It had a minotaur-like face, glowing red eyes, and two large, curved horns. From its back stretched two massive, leathery wings, exuding a ferocious and overwhelming presence.
'Zodd?' A name popped into his head as he took in the beast's form—almost identical to the apostle from Berserk, except larger and more monstrous.
'Though, Is this some kind of plot?' Madara thought. He had just killed a few True Profound beasts, and a Spirit Profound beast had shown up. Now, an Earth Profound beast. It was too systematic to be coincidence.
Like a prewritten chain of escalating enemies... a formulated plotline.
'It seems that this thing can also fly.'His gaze flicked to the wings behind the creature.
It wasn't surprising. Profound beasts were born with natural advantages. The one he'd just slain had defensive traits embedded into its body from birth. And now this—an Earth Profound Realm beast that could fly, even though flight typically required at least the Sky Profound Realm.
That was the difference between beasts and humans. They evolved differently—through bloodlines, instincts, and raw physiology rather than technique or cultivation.
Still, that kind of natural advantage wouldn't be enough against him.
Madara activated his Profound Observation again, his energy boiling from within his dantian. Though his stance remained still, every muscle was prepared to explode into motion.
But then...
'I can't perceive it.' Madara's expression changed slightly. His Profound Observation had failed to register anything from the beast. No aura, no energy, no presence. Only blankness. He tried again—and again, nothing. It was as if the beast didn't exist in the realm of sensing at all.
Then—
A gust of wind brushed past his face, causing his long hair to flutter.
His eyes widened.
The beast that had been in front of him was gone. And not even his heightened senses or instincts could trace where it had moved.
'Behind.' Something warned him—instinct, killing intent, or sheer battle sense. He turned and raised his arms in a cross-block just in time.
BOOM!
The force of the strike crashed against his forearms like a truck, launching him backwards into the air.
Madara twisted mid-air, stabilizing himself as he landed in a crouch, sliding several meters before stopping.
'It's different.' He glanced down at his forearms—four deep gashes marked them, blood streaming down. But even as it poured, the wounds began to visibly close. Slowly, but unmistakably, muscle and skin stitched back together.
His Heavenly Restriction didn't just enhance his body—it elevated it beyond what cultivators considered natural. Every cell in his body was a battlefield soldier—dying, dividing, and rebuilding faster than any normal physique could replicate.
Normally, healing deep wounds would take minutes. But with profound energy circulating within him, the process now only took seconds.
'At least I still have something I can rely on.' Madara rose from his crouch and looked ahead. The beast was walking toward him.
Now, he could sense something.
Traces of killing intent.
His Profound Observation had picked up on it, and his Heavenly Restriction-enhanced instincts had allowed him to react just in time.
'And there's no mistaking it… wind element.'
He looked at the wings behind the beast. They were cloaked in swirling air currents.
Even though he had blocked the previous attack, numbness lingered in his arms. He hadn't blocked it using just his physique. He had also activated his Iron Body Technique—and even that wasn't enough to fully parry the blow.
The beast kept approaching but stopped in its tracks, a few feet away from Madara who raised his eyebrows seeing this unusual approach.
Under Madara's eyes, the beasts lips parted showing razor sharp teeth, the corners of its mouth visibly raised into a smile.
The beast kept approaching but suddenly stopped in its tracks, a few feet away from Madara—who raised an eyebrow at this unusual behavior.
Under Madara's sharp gaze, the beast's lips parted, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth. The corners of its mouth curled into what could only be described as a smirk.
'Weak… human.'
A guttural and fierce voice echoed in Madara's mind, making him frown slightly.
He looked directly at the beast, whose expression showed a hint of playfulness. Its eyes glinted with contempt—as if it were looking at a toy, an insect waiting to be crushed.
"Weak, you say?" Madara stood straight, his face becoming expressionless as he met the beast's bloodshot eyes.
"Probably the only word your mind is capable of forming." He said, a faint smile forming as his eyes narrowed. "So, did you ever take a moment to think… what you'd say when you're begging for your life?" He chuckled.
The beast's mocking expression vanished instantly, replaced by pure rage. Even though it only vaguely understood the human's words, the tone, and intent behind them were unmistakable—sheer mockery.
It vanished in a blink, reappearing behind Madara with a claw raised high, aiming to strike down at his head.
Boom!
A dull impact rang out as a shockwave blasted through the air.
The beast's eyes widened—unbelieving, stunned. Something had just happened that it had never once imagined.
Its attack had been stopped. Blocked… by the one it thought was weak.
"You don't think the same attack pattern would work on me twice, do you?" Madara spoke calmly, eyes locked onto the beast's shaken expression.
His one right second finger had intercepted the claw strike—not just with his physical body or iron body technique alone, but with profound energy that had been refined, shaped, and materialized, all focused on one precise point of impact. That energy had acted like a second layer of skin, a shield of pure control—but not in the way most cultivators would imagine. This wasn't some flat, spread-out coating of defense like an armor plating of energy. No, the way Madara shaped his profound energy was far more precise… far more advanced.
Rather than dispersing his profound energy across a wide surface, he had condensed it into a singular, hyper-focused point, shaping it into a compact structure no larger than a tooth on the tip of his finger. It wasn't a layer—it was a core of resistance, forged at the exact spot the enemy's attack would land.
This was more than just energy reinforcement. It was precision-based compression, forming an internal anchor so dense, so sharply defined, that it could absorb and stop overwhelming force without dispersing or breaking.
The principle was simple, the more focused and compressed something is, the harder it is to move, shatter, or disrupt. Madara's profound energy wasn't just tough—it was immovable at that scale. That level of control was beyond what most cultivators could even imagine, requiring complete synchronization between mind, body, and energy.
It was this unique mastery that allowed him to block the beast's claw—not just with strength, but with an unshakable point of defense, so compact and fortified it defied conventional logic.
At that precise level, it allowed him to defend against early-stage Earth Profound Realm opponents—like the beast standing before him now.
"I'm not like those mindless beasts you've torn through using that predictable trick." He added coldly.
Without hesitation, Madara deflected the claw from his finger. His body sprang off the ground, spinning sideways in a fluid arc. As he flipped midair, his leg extended outward launching a tempest kick, crashing across the beast's side. The precisely controlled burst of profound energy caused the beast to slide back ten heavy steps, claws tearing into the earth for balance.
A thin, almost imperceptible line traced across its scaled body, a shallow cut opening just enough for a faint trail of blood to seep through.
Madara landed smoothly on one leg, vanishing again in the next instant. A small, foot-sized pit marked where he had stood.
He reappeared directly in front of the beast whose eyes were dazed, clearly ina state of confusion from the unexpected force it was tolerated to just now.
Madara hovered for an instant mid-air, the wind howling around his form as his body twisted. His right fist clenched, veins pulsing and coiled like compressed steel cables under his skin, profound energy spiraling into the point of his knuckles in a tightly contained vortex of force.
Then—
BOOM!
The punch landed squarely on the beast's chest.
It wasn't a flashy explosion. No uncontrolled burst of power, no rampant wave of destruction—only a single point of compressed annihilation. The impact struck with pinpoint precision, the profound energy detonating in a controlled microburst that made space ripple for a brief second. The beast slid back twenty steps—each one grinding cracks into the earth as its claws carved trenches into the dirt to stabilize itself.
Madara's eyes locked onto the shallow wound—fur scorched away, skin torn and bruised, a bloody fist-mark now etched on the beast's chest. Blood droplets trickled out, red and vivid against its thick pelt, but no critical damage had been done.
'Still too durable.' Madara analyzed the result of his attack. 'Its defense is several times stronger than that Spirit Profound beast in its enhanced state.'
He didn't give the beast a chance to recover.
Madara vanished again, his silhouette flickering into nothing. The very air distorted where he'd stood a moment before.
He reappeared in front of the beast, this time in a low, wide stance—his knees bent, his upper body coiled and tense like a beast himself. Both arms reared back, biceps ballooning and veins crawling like living serpents under his skin.
"Six King Guns."
Both fists slammed forward simultaneously, colliding with the exact same spot on the beast's chest where his previous punch had landed.
CRACk—
This time, the explosion was inward.
Profound energy didn't erupt outward—it collapsed inward, detonating with surgical intent inside the beast's torso. The sheer control of Madara's profound energy forced the shockwave to tunnel through muscle and bone. The beast's bloodshot eyes widened—its maw opened to roar, but only blood poured out. A fountain of crimson burst from its throat.
From the opposite side of the impact, the beast's back split open, the skin tearing like fragile parchment under unbearable internal pressure. A visceral sound cracked out as muscle and bone at the rear of its ribcage deformed from the internal blast.
Then—
BOOM.
The beast was launched from the ground, lifted clean off its feet by the sheer force of the double strike. Its enormous body became a blur, a bullet of mangled muscle and fur as it tore through the air.
It blasted through tree after tree, ancient towers of wood disintegrating as it passed—until it finally slammed into the side of a massive hill.
KRA-KOOM!
The entire hill trembled. The point of impact spiderwebbed into thousands of fractures. Rocks exploded outward, earth split in wide canyons, and shockwaves radiated from the beast's crash zone like ripples in a lake—except the lake was the forest, and the ripple was devastation.
Dust clouded the air. Crushed boulders and shattered trees rained down.
Madara stood silently, his breath steady, his eyes never straying from the ruin in the distance where the beast had crashed. Dust and shattered stone blanketed the field like fog.
He knew. It wasn't over. The beast wasn't dead at all.
He'd seen the look in the beast's eyes mid-impact. There was no pain, no fear, only confusion.
His attacks that were controlled with profound energy did not penetrate through, but rather were tanked. Even the Six King Gun. His most refined, compressed internal shock technique had only shaken the beast violently, not obliterated it.
Madara didn't feel surprised by this He was only able push his profound strength to the level of Spirit Profound Realm experts.
Though, dealing no significant damage whatsoever, since the beast tanked everything passively made one thing very clear.
That its external and internal density far surpassed the Spirit Profound beast he fought before in it's second form. His attacks struck perfectely… but didn't reach far enough.
What confirmed it even further—the system was silent. No notification. No soul coins. No level-up chime.
"Tch… guess it wasn't enough." Madara muttered, relaxing his arms as he recalibrated his stance.
Then—his eyes flicked.
And in the time between a blink—something was already there Infront him.
His pupils dilated.
BOOM—!!
A colossal fist, now the size of his entire upper body, collided directly into his midsection. A sickening impact thundered through the air as Madara was launched skyward like a cannonball. His body spiraled backward in the air, his face hardened as internal pain ripped through him.
'Almost got left with a serious injury…!' He wasn't able to react at all, the sudden speed was too unexpected. The only thing that he could do was nothing as thankfully, his body was already acting beforehand instinctively spreading his profound energy defensively—uncontrolled, just raw layering across his entire body. It saved his bones from shattering but didn't stop the pain from crashing down like a tidal wave.
Midair, pain still blooming across his body....
'Huh?' Madara suddenly widened his eyes as a looming shadw appeared right above him. An attack was already in motion inches away from his neck.
Madara's instincts screamed in panic, his muscles instinctively tensed up, his heartbeat halted. Time seemed to slow down as death loomed over him, and the perpetrator became distinguiable for Madara to take in it's appearance.
It was the beast, only this time being different.
Now nearly twice its original size, its aura exploded with savagery, the killing intent flooding like an ocean. Its bloodshot eyes pulsed with sheer rage, its blackened wings spread wide behind its titanic frame. Muscles rippled beneath its fur as its claws reached forward, seeking to cleave Madara's head clean off midair.
'It evolved… no, it asceneded.' Madara, even on death door, analayzed sharply, his mind instead of being in a panic state was in a calm state.
He felt it.
Its strength had skyrocketed, no longer just a Stage Four Earth Profound Beast. This was Stage six, maybe higher. It wasn't just rage-fueled. Its very existence was enhanced, spirit, body, and strength.
'Too close.' With no time left for anymore theatrics, Madara's legs tensed.
BOOM!
He vanished with a sonic snap, using a combination of Shave and Moonwalk, erupting from his position with explosive force. His body blurred away, evading the massive claws by a breath's width and death.
As he reappeared a few meters off, a thin gash traced across his cheek. Blood slid down—but didn't last long. The wound closed quickly, the cells with the help of profound energy stitching his flesh clean.
'He's now stronger and faster.' Madara's eyes narrowed. These beasts were really a pain to deal with in this state. One has a second form, and now this. Profound beasts are really the most annoying.
'This isn't normal at all.' For a beast like that to exist shouldn't be a thing in this world.
But first he'll have to finish this.
"Let's see how far your body can hold up now."
"Dismantle."
With a wide arc of his arm, he sliced across the air. A singular, razor-sharp crescent of compressed profound energy ripped forward, space folding around it as the air buckled. The density of the slash distorted the visible world, roaring toward the epicenter of killing intent that marked the beast's new position from his profound observation.
The beast precieving it in its new sharpened state.
Let out a guttural growl, its wings beat with hurricane force, spinning its massive body midair. The wings lashed out—two massive slashes of wind-blade in an x form fired in retaliation, intercepting the incoming strike a shockwave booming shaking the void around point of impact.
"Intercepted, huh?" Madara's voice was calm, but underneath, rage brewed. He continued to retreat backwards flickering from one place to another.
"The eat this."
His arm blurred in motion of wide arcs. With each blurr of his arm, a new slash roared out. The air trembled, the pressure rising rapidly. Slashes interlaced, crossed, danced—a web of profound energy-enhanced destruction that distorted space itself. Like blades of a storm, each one radiated power so concentrated it made the very sky ripple.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The beast bellowed in retaliation. Its wings spread again, channeling internal energy and external wind to conjure a maelstrom of gust-blades. A dome of wind formed around it, spinning and expanding like a cyclone shield.
Madara's storm of slashes clashed with the beast's rotating defense.
Explosions detonated one after another in the air—loud, violent, thunderous. Some of the slashes were blocked but of the slashes tore through and hit the beast, shallow cuts appearing all over its body but it was obvious that it wasn't enough at all.
'Defense doubled as well.'
Seeing that his slashes only formed shallow cuts made the reality clear, the beast's durability had soared.
Not only had its strength multiplied, but its defense now posed an entirely new challenge. Troublesome, yes—but profitable.
Because this battle was clearly pushing him further.
In an instant the beast appeared in front of Madara once again, roaring with ferocity as it swiped its claws, aiming to rip the human in two.
Crash—!!
The blow landed clean.
Madara's forearm rose just in time, layered with pinpoint-controlled profound energy—but the impact launched him backward across the air. Though he blocked it, the sheer force rattled his bones. His precision control softened the blow, but even so, it left his arm throbbing.
'Can't effectively use Shave and Moonwalk in this position… too uncontrollable.' He grimaced as the force was pushing him backwards unable to be in control of his own movements.
Still, amid the chaos, something was happening.
Madara's profound energy… was increasing. Small waves, subtle pulses. Each sharper, denser than the last.
It was as if this fight, this beast, was stimulating his growth with every exchange.
Then, once again—the beast blurred forward. But this time, it changed tactics.
Its wings swung wide, violently whipping the air around them into a spinning hurricane vortex. Dozens of wind slashes spawned from the spiraling air, converging on Madara from all directions like invisible blades of death.
Madara's eyes narrowed.
'At least you can think a little.'
There was no contempt in his thoughts—if anything, he respected the change. The beast had realized brute force wasn't enough. Now it was thinking, adapting.
It was a rare thing, to see such intelligence in a profound beast at this stage.
Still, it wasn't enough.
With no time for finesse, Madara spread his profound energy over his body like a second skin, crystallizing it into a controlled armor. But the wind blades were relentless and powerful—slicing across him by the dozens. Shallow cuts bloomed over his chest, arms, and face. Blood spilled, only to seal and vanish as fast as it appeared.
The beast's effort was impressive… but still pointless.
And yet—it didn't stop.
The creature lunged toward Madara again, seemingly preparing to strike.
Madara was ready.
But—
It didn't strike.
Instead, its jaws opened wide—revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth.
Madara's brows furrowed.
"Trying to bite now?"
Then he saw it. A glow inside the beast's mouth.
Yellow. Orange. Red.
"…Fire?" Madara's gaze sharpened. "Since when?"
The air distorted. The heat spiked. The beast's throat blazed like molten metal.
Madara's instincts tensed. Fire wasn't a concern—burn wounds were just like any other. But then—
He saw it.
The swirling hurricane around them—the wind shards were vanishing.
Being drawn in.
"Wait, this fire… it's fusing with the wind?"
His eyes swept around. The air currents were converging on the beast's mouth—being fed into the growing inferno.
It clicked.
"That vortex… it wasn't just to trap me."
It was a setup.
This wasn't just a fire breath.
It was a combustion core—a focused fusion of wind and fire built up across dozens of seconds. The wind wasn't just a weapon. It was fuel.
"…This thing. It knows."
The beast's glowing mouth erupted—
BOOOOOM—!!
A massive explosion consumed the battlefield. The sky ignited in a swirling dome of flame and wind, sending shockwaves across the land. Ancient trees bent backward from the force, and clouds were ripped apart from the heat.
Madara was caught dead center.
Sonic boom.
His body was flung like a missile, spinning uncontrollably as it tore through the sky.
Seconds later—
CRASH!!
He slammed into a distant mountain wall, fracturing the entire cliffside into a storm of debris and shattered rock.
Dust plumed.
Boulders tumbled.
Madara's figure lay embedded deep into the cracked surface, surrounded by pulverized stone, blood smeared across his his entire body as burn marks covered some parts of his body.
Blood dripped. Bones ached.
But there was something in his eyes—there was no dullness, no shocke, no helplessness.
Only the spark of excitement with a faint smirk at the corner of his mouth as if he had achieved something.
The beast appeared directly Infront of Madara who lay in the pit swiping a claw strike down aiming to slice apart his body apart.
Death.
SPURT—
Blood spurted out from the attack into the air as the claws sunk through the flesh tearing it apart.
Though there was something strange. The beast was wide eyed as it couldn't believe the scene Infront of it.
It's attack which should have ripped right through the human Infront of it was stopped, halted as it couldn't go any further through beyond the skin.
"You're really full of surprises, that I admit." Madara chuckled, his gaze locked onto the beast's shifting expression. Blood spilled from both corners of his mouth, dripping down his chin and neck and blood, as it also spilled freely from his shoulder, and the previous claw marks that laced his torso, his wounds—burns, cuts, even gashes—were already knitting together at an unnatural pace.
"But you don't think it's that easy to kill me… right?" His voice echoed with a mocking calm, even as the beast's claws remained lodged deep into his left shoulder. The talons had torn through flesh with ease… but stopped abruptly, halted by something that wasn't ordinary.
The creature recoiled slightly, its claws grinding against something unnaturally dense. Madara's collarbone had caught the blow, but it was no longer a pale white. It was black—pitch black, darker than obsidian, absorbing light rather than reflecting it. Not just the collarbone… the sensation extended throughout his entire skeletal frame.
His bones had transformed.
What Madara had awakened was not a mere technique—it was the byproduct of adapting, a process born from the fusion of will, profound energy. A technique inspired by a principle similar to Armament Haki from one piece.
Originally, Armament Haki is a form of spiritual power that allows the user to create invisible armor to enhance both offense and defense.
Though that concept wasn't that easy for Madara to apply.
This world had rules. His body, shaped by the Heavenly Restriction, had limitations and advantages. While his will was overwhelming and his profound energy vast, he couldn't coat it externally as the technique demanded. He had tried once. At first, he felt a flare, a brief, fiery spike of power that tried to erupt outward… only to sputter and fade. The fusion point wasn't stable. The fuel had sparked, but the engine wasn't primed.
It lacked something for it to fully ignite. Something he doesn't seem to possess as of now.
So, he changed his thinking, taking a different approach.
If he cannot armor himself externally now… then he will have to fortify himself from within.
Rather than coatinh his skin or fists, Madara channeled his will inward, deep into his bones, his muscles, his organs. He focused, guiding his profound energy along with his will, flooding his internal structure with layered power. But then, something changed.
As the battle raged on and his body moved on reflex, the process began to evolve, no longer just something he was doing, but something that was happening.
His instincts, taking over the forging process.
His profound energy, though consciously directed, began to act on its own accord, as if it had always known this path. Will and energy merged, not by technique or cultivation method, but by raw violent control and adaptation.
The internal coating began to solidify—first a grayish hue began to form, faint and ghostly, like ash clinging to coal. Then deepened, darkened—until it became a shade so black it seemed to devour light itself.
This was like no ordinary black. It wasn't obsidian, or shadow.
It was like a colorless void, dense and infinite, like staring into a bottomless black hole where even time seemed to collapse.
His bones, but his muscles, organs, even the tiniest threads of connective tissue were being wrapped, reinforced, and transformed.
From gray, to pitch black. From a coating… to a transformation.
Now, his entire internal structure was coated—no, infused with this abyssal substance. It pulsed like a living thing, not just armor but something far more ancient and terrifying formed by the manifestation of his will.
His bones became much more denser. His organs were reinforced by the same pressure that would have once crushed him. The internal armor absorbed shock, resisted spiritual corrosion, and amplified his physical output by syncing with his martial movements.
This wasn't just defense. It was a foundation.
Strikes that would have shattered bones now bounced off.
Vital organs were protected from even the most precise penetrative techniques.
His body felt heavier and grounded, yet paradoxically faster, like a forged blanced weapon.
It wasn't perfect. Not yet. But it was alive, evolving.
At this level, even an early-staged sky profound realm expert wouldn't be able to penetrate through.
.The taste of my own blood isn't so bad.' Madara thought, unbothered by the metallic flavor spreading through his mouth. He couldn't care less about something like that, he was simply too happy to show any reaction.
"I just feel so good right now," Madara shouted, a smile stretched across his face. His eyes burned with crazed intent.
With that, he threw out a punch that collided with the beast's body, sending it flying backwards. The beast's eyes widened, feeling the force—far stronger than before. Blood slipped from its mouth.
Madara followed up instantly, using Shave and moonwalk, he positioned himself in front of the beast. His long hair danced wildly in the air, his face twisted in utter madness. Something was different this time.
At the midsection of his body, something was slightly glowing—a dark purple light that looked like a chain of thick tree branches spreading through him.
Madara clenched his fist. An invisible pressure bore down around it, as if it contained something dangerous and lethal.
He punched out.
An explosion rang as the beast's body bent inward from the force—its eyes bulged and blood spurted from its mouth. The pain was real, its insides felt like they were burning.
It was launched back again. It couldn't understand. How?
The strength of the human in front of it, who once couldn't even barely damage it, was now overwhelming. Every strike felt like a mountain crashing into it, but it couldn't just stand there.
It flapped its wings, regaining balance, and saw the human appear in front of it again—Madara was already launching a counterstrike. It threw out an attack of its own, and their fists collided.
The impact compressed the air around them as a shockwave spread out. Both were knocked back, seemingly even—but Madara's skin had peeled open at his knuckles, exposing black bone, while the beast's arms tingled with numbness.
But they didn't stop.
They clashed again and again, each collision separating them in the air, only to hurl them back together.
They hovered above the forest, their impacts shaking the land below and disturbing the skies above, like two shadowy figures ripping through midair.
Each clash opened new wounds across Madara's body. But he didn't care.
He charged in like a madman, unafraid of pain. His body kept healing, even as new injuries formed again and again.
And something else stood out—
That dark purple glow in his stomach, the thick tree branch-like lines, were glowing brighter and stronger. It was as if they were fueling him, empowering him further.
"I'm starting to see it." Madara roared. His profound observation was growing sharper—he was starting to see the beast's outline clearly.
"I'm starting to see your ugly face, you bastard!" He laughed, his observation finally starting to structuralize the beast's form.
Then, it clicked.
Something fueled the process. A switch flicked in his perception.
The beast was now fully shaped, formed, structured.
His profound observation—useless before—was now completely locked on.
"I see you!" Madara roared with a manic expression, his tongue sticking out as he charged.
This time, each exchange was different. There was no more injury-for-injury. He wasn't being touched, wasn't being grazed—he was avoiding every hit. His heightened senses were being slowly elevated, allowing him to react faster, to bring his full-levrl combat experience into play.
BAM!
They collided again. The beast stumbled back in the air.
Its fist was now bloodied, bone visible. It couldn't understand.
It could feel the shift. With every blow, the tiny human was overpowering it again and again.
And for some reason, it felt like it might get pierced through completely if it took another clean hit.
The beast panicked. It flapped its wings and instantly teleported farther into the sky.
Its mouth opened wide as a blaze of fire built up.
The heat surged—vibrant yellow, red, and orange twisted into a massive fireball. It hurled it at Madara, who grinned with a manic smile.
"Dismantle."
With a single swipe of his hand, a terrifying metallic ringing echoed through the air. The fireball was split open, and even the very air seemed cleaved in half.
The slash didn't stop. It struck the beast, and a wide line opened across its body—blood spurted, and the beast roared in pain.
It flapped its wings as it retreated. This time, fire brewed inside its mouth, and wind seemed to twist and coil with it. The moment it opened its jaws, the breath attack was launched, radiating an aura of destruction.
'More… compress it even more.'
Madara's mind reeled from the sensation rising within him. It was as if something violent and uncontrollable was brewing inside him—something begging to be unleashed.
A feral smile stretched across his face, threatening to split it in half.
Around his hand, something began to materialize—invisible yet visible at the same time.
"Atomic Slash."
He swiped his hand. Time slowed. No sound. No pressure. No presence. Nothing.
The fireball heading toward him vanished. Disintegrated into nothingness.
The beast's eyes widened. Its instincts screamed danger. It couldn't see anything coming, but every fiber of its being screamed at it to defend, to throw everything it had.
It crossed its wings in front of itself, conjuring a swirling wall of wind. But it was useless. A moment later, the wind was gone—erased at the atomic level.
A faint line carved itself across the beast's wings—so faint it was nearly imperceptible.
A second later, agony. It shrieked, flapping madly, but its flight had become unstable. The slash had bypassed normal defense—erased something fundamental.
"Hahaha, so your wings are your greatest defense." Madara laughed, eyes flashing with interest. The fact that it survived the strike surprised him, but that only made him more thrilled.
'Push it even further. Understand it deeper. Compress it out of existence.' Madara raised his arm to his side.
Something stirred—a crackle in the air formed.
'Scale of the Dragon.'
—A thought that stirred the first breath of boundless malevolence.
'Recoil.'
—A thought that turned calamity upon its sender. Tenfold with vengeance.
'Twin Meteorite.'
—A thought that split the skies with twin stars of ruin.
Each thought caused the dark-purple glow across his body to surge.
When the final thought bloomed, it was like shackles being undone. The taboo seal cracked—glowing like tree trunks spreading from his core—then lit another, dim point on his body.
Twelfth Profound Entrance Unlocked.
A turbulent, fiery energy surged from him. A hum—not from the heavens, but from hell itself.
Nascent Profound Realm – Stage 7
Nascent Profound Realm – Stage 8
Nascent Profound Realm – Stage 9
Nascent Profound Realm – Stage 10
True Profound Realm – Stage 1
True Profound Realm – Stage 2
True Profound Realm – Stage 3
True Profound Realm – Stage 4
"World. Cutting. Slash."
He swiped.
The world lost its color. Time froze. Sound disappeared.
BOOM.
The sky split.
The beast—still airborne—roared as both its wings were gone. It spiraled down, crashing into the forest below like a meteor. In the distance, twenty miles ahead, a mountain that had reached into the clouds… was now cleaved in half.
The space between Madara and the mountain was distorted. Cracks, like shattered glass, spread in the air, reality itself wounded.
In the crater, the beast trembled. It shakily stood up, pain flooding throughout it's body in waves, blood flowed from the stumps on the back that were once connected to Its wings.
It raised it's head just for it's eyes to spot someone ahead. Madara walking slowly, drenched in dried blood.
Its instincts screamed run—but it couldn't.
Something foreign stirred inside the beast.
Its body trembled. It didn't understand what this feeling was, but it froze under its grip. Teeth clattered. Muscles locked. Heart felt gripped by ice.
Fear. True, primal fear.
"So…" Madara said calmly. "Have you thought of your words yet?"
The beast's eyes widened, remembering Madara's question from the very start, even though it slightly understood those words it couldn't transmit any response.
"…A shame." He appeared in front of the beast in a blur, causing it to flinch violently.
"But.... Not gonna lie, you were strong."
His fist blurred, striking clean into the beast's chest.
BZZZT—!
Blue energy surged like a star imploding.
A compressed beam of destruction shot out, enveloping the beast. It burned through trees, cracked the earth, and ripped through space—finally detonating far in the distance, forming a vortex of annihilation.
Pure, controlled destruction.
Madara stared at what remained of the beast.
Only its lower half stood, smoke trailing from the severed torso.
[1360 EXP Gained]
'This beast… was anything but normal.' Madara thought. It wasn't about its strength or the way it fought. It was something else, something he couldn't quite put into words.
Its very existence felt… strange. Deeply unnatural. As if it didn't belong here. As if the world itself hadn't accounted for its presence.
Madara didn't know why he felt that way. He just did.
If anything he would link that feeling to the God who sent him here. Whether by design or manipulation, this beast was seemingly crafted solely for him.
He exhaled not dwelling on such irrelevant topic. His eyes spotting sonething, a glowing bead beneath the remains.
He approached and picked it up.
'A beast core, huh?' He'd nearly forgotten about those.
A beast core is a condensed mass of profound energy found in higher-level profound beasts, atypically starting from the Nascent Profound Realm.
It can be used in a variety of ways, most commonly as a cultivation resource, allowing cultivators to absorb its energy to strengthen their own profound veins.
Alchemists often use beast cores as key ingredients in pill refinement, especially when the core carries elemental properties like fire, ice, or lightning.
Forgers and formation masters may embed them into weapons, armor, or profound arrays to enhance their power or provide a lasting energy source. Because of their potency and rarity, especially at higher realms like Spirit Profound and beyond, beast cores are also highly valuable and often traded in markets or auctions for resources, treasures, or cultivation techniques.
'Not so useless.' Madara stored it in the system inventory. If anything it could be traded for profound coins which is the currency of this world.
'Status.'
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Name: Madara
Age: 13
Cultivation Base: True Profound Realm – Stage 5
EXP (Level 5): 25,170 / 40,000
Soul Coins: 3,200
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Madara's cultivation base had leapt from Nascent Profound Realm Stage 6 to True Profound Realm Stage 5. A monumental jump for any outsider. But to Madara, it was normal. What surprised him more was unlocking his twelfth profound entrance, which allowed such a breakthrough into a higher realm. Even more unusual, he felt no pain during the process, only seamless evolution, different from when he hadopened his eleventh profound entrance.
Now, he needed to continue. Continue his killing spree. Collect more EXP. Gain more soul coins. After all, he was still at the beginning, and the small amount of coins he had was far from satisfying.
This forest was both his profit and training ground.
He would keep pushing forward, cultivating his profound strength even further and honing his abilities.