Losing his vision, Isshiki remained unfazed.
"Daikokuten!"
Once again, he activated his dōjutsu, unleashing a barrage of Yin-Yang black rods indiscriminately around him.
Clang!
Madara deliberately deflected a black rod, creating a faint noise.
As expected, Isshiki was drawn to the sound, swiftly dashing in that direction.
Hiding in the mist, Obito's eyes gleamed with a predatory light.
Silently, he raised his Six Paths staff and thrust it fiercely toward Isshiki's back.
"Got you." Isshiki smirked.
At that moment, his hand firmly grasped Obito's Six Paths staff.
How is this possible? Obito's expression changed dramatically.
He immediately released the staff and vanished into the mist once more.
Isshiki remained indifferent, gripping the staff tightly as he swung it toward Madara.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Relying purely on instinct and prediction, he matched Madara blow for blow.
Soon, the mist dissipated.
Gazing at Obito and Madara, Isshiki sighed.
"You two... are really giving me a headache."
If I can't deal with these two quickly, I might actually be dragged down to my demise.
Summoning another black rod, Isshiki's expression turned more serious than ever.
"Whether I kill you or you kill me, let's settle this quickly."
Though it seemed like he was addressing them, it felt more like he was speaking to himself.
His aura surged once more, his overwhelming energy far exceeding what it had been before.
Obito frowned, his body tensing instinctively.
"So, you're really going all out now, Otsutsuki Isshiki."
Isshiki tilted his head, a trace of melancholy in his voice.
"Yeah, I suppose so."
"How ironic. A god like me... forced to this point by the likes of you."
Originally, as long as he didn't overuse his chakra and further burden his body, this vessel could last another two days.
But now, after unleashing his full power, that time had been cut to less than half.
"I am granting you the highest honor of the Otsutsuki Clan. I hope you will show me the same courtesy."
"Kill me quickly, or become a part of me! Hahaha!"
A golden light flashed in Isshiki's eyes, and black cubes once again filled the sky.
"Kamui!"
Obito attempted to absorb them with his dōjutsu—but failed!
Madara swiftly dodged the falling cubes, using one as a foothold to propel himself into the air.
Raising his staff high, he brought it down toward Isshiki.
"Good!" Isshiki roared.
He swung his black rod in a wide arc to intercept Madara's strike.
Boom!
A shockwave burst out as Madara was forced back three steps, his arm numb from the impact.
Meanwhile, Isshiki stood firm, unmoving, raising his hand to launch another volley of black rods at Madara.
"Sage Art: Lava Release!"
Obito countered with a wave of molten lava, melting the incoming rods. He then moved to stand alongside Madara, preparing for another attack.
Obito: "Kamui!"
Madara: "Banshō Ten'in!"
Isshiki: "Daikokuten!"
All three activated their respective dōjutsu simultaneously.
A warped space, a shifting gravitational field, and a barrage of black rods filled the battlefield.
After an intense exchange, none had gained the upper hand.
Obito closed in, swinging a punch at Isshiki's face.
Isshiki sidestepped, grabbing Obito's arm, then spun his hips to kick Madara behind him.
Clang!
Madara raised his staff to block the kick and, in one fluid motion, twisted it upward, aiming between Isshiki's legs.
(From afar, Tobirama: ΩДΩ "Madara, you truly are evil!")
Isshiki remained calm, clamping the staff between his legs.
With a sudden burst of strength, he hurled Obito toward Madara, who was charging forward once more.
However, Madara didn't even flinch, his punch maintaining its terrifying speed and force.
Just as Obito phased through him, Madara's fist continued forward, smashing into Isshiki.
"Daikokuten!"
"Kamui!"
Obito instantly teleported the incoming black rods away.
But Isshiki had anticipated this.
He thrust a black rod straight toward Madara, who made no effort to dodge.
Allowing the rod to pierce through his body.
Something's wrong! Isshiki suddenly realized.
"Too late!" Madara smirked.
He had used his Limbo Clone to take the hit, evading the attack while preparing his next move.
"Sage Art: Yin Release - Thunder Array!"
Lightning branched out like an intricate web, descending upon Isshiki.
His expression darkened as he attempted to dodge, but Obito immediately activated his ability.
"Kamui!"
Damn it!
With no other choice, Isshiki shrank his body, enduring the full force of Madara's technique.
The sheer power of the purple lightning left even him struggling.
When he finally returned to his full size, his body was riddled with wounds.
"Filthy lowly creatures..." Killing intent burned in Isshiki's golden eyes.
Seeing Isshiki in such a battered state, Obito nearly cheered.
We did it!
After fighting Isshiki for so long, this was the first time they had truly injured him.
His real body!
"Kamui!"
Before Isshiki's wounds could fully heal, Obito used his dōjutsu to snatch a drop of his blood.
Isshiki remained wary, expecting another attack.
But to his surprise, Obito and Madara simply stood there, unmoving.
Something's off...
Suspicion flickered in Isshiki's eyes.
But he had no time to dwell on it. He launched another attack.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The three clashed again.
Despite their efforts, Obito and Madara were quickly overwhelmed, barely able to defend themselves.
Yet, even as they were beaten down, they still wore victorious smiles.
"Why? Why do you look like that?!" Isshiki roared, his strikes becoming more ruthless.
He knocked Madara to the ground, lifting his foot to crush his skull.
But then—he froze.
A gaping hole had suddenly appeared in his chest.
"This... What is this...?"
Isshiki's mind struggled to comprehend what had happened.
Obito and Madara hadn't even touched him!
Obito let out a long sigh.
"Tch. That idiot Hidan always messes up at the worst moment."
"But hey, at least he made it in time..."
Smirking, he ran a finger across his throat and looked at Isshiki.
"Sorry, Otsutsuki Isshiki. Looks like you lost today."
Isshiki ignored him.
"Aaaaargh!"
Pain exploded in his skull as if blades were shredding his brain.
Crack... crack...
Blood splattered as fractures spread across his face, deepening by the second.
Through the cracks, Obito could see the raw flesh beneath.
Isshiki slowly fell to his knees.
Even as his body was torn apart, he smiled.
A calm, elegant smile.
Holding onto the last remnants of his consciousness, Isshiki gazed at Obito, speaking each word with difficulty.
"Uchiha... Obito... You won... But I... did not... lose..."
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