I am the new Hokage of Konoha.

With more chakra within him than Madara, he maintained the miniature version of the Crown Buddha while simultaneously splitting off more than a dozen wooden clones from his body.

Now that the battlefield is dominated by wooden arms, he no longer needs to use multiple shadow clones to scout the enemy as before, so he naturally chooses the more powerful wooden clones.

"kill!"

With a fierce shout and aided by the Buddha on top, Yun Ting led his wooden clones to attack Ban.

"Good timing! Let's settle this once and for all!"

Ban's gaze sharpened, and he led four shadows forward without flinching.

The fierce battle erupted once again.

......

Swish!Swish!

Before a shadow that had just been revealed by the dense wooden arms could move, Yun Ting's several wooden clones had already surrounded it.

Although the shadow was not clearly visible, for a powerful figure like Yun Ting, even a glimpse of it was enough for him to understand the whole picture.

Soon, a powerful punch with a sonic boom was delivered by one of Yun Ting's wooden clones, aimed with perfect precision at the head of what was actually nothing in front of him but was actually a shadow.

Snapped!

An unseen hand blocked the fist of Yun Ting's wooden clone. Just as the shadow was about to launch another attack, the wooden clones from all sides pounced on it and entangled it tightly.

While fighting Madara's main body, Yun Ting's main body noticed this scene and immediately used the Flying Thunder God Kunai carried by his Wood Clone to teleport over, preparing to kill this shadow.

Almost simultaneously, Madara's main body replaced his shadow. With even greater strength, he unleashed his chakra the moment he arrived, sending the surrounding wood clones flying. His Rinnegan immediately fixed on Yun Ting, who was closing in without flinching.

Illusion activated!

Faced with an illusion technique at the level of the Rinnegan, Yun Ting was momentarily stunned.

However, he recovered in the blink of an eye, or even in a negligible amount of time.

This is not only because the Senju clan developed numerous techniques to resist genjutsu during their thousand-year struggle against the Uchiha clan, but also because they possessed the Sage Body and were extremely resistant in Sage Mode.

Despite this, Madara still managed to block Yun Ting's attack in that instant.

With one hand holding the fist that was inches away, Ban said, "Soldier against soldier, general against general, why don't you dance with me?"

"Dance? Let's see if you still have the energy left?"

Yun Ting smiled coldly and continued the battle that had not yet ended.

......

One minute...five minutes...ten minutes...

This time, the battle between Yun Ting and Ban was far less grand than before.

But in terms of sheer thrills, it far surpasses anything before.

Although neither of them was in their prime, in order to determine the final victor, they chose a more direct and brutal fighting method without backing down.

Half an hour later, on the battlefield filled with blood and debris, it could be seen that Yun Ting and Ban were still fighting solely with physical techniques.

As for the Supreme Buddha and the Wheel of Death, they have been completely exhausted in the previous high-intensity battles.

Moreover, Yun Ting's chest was unusually badly injured at this moment, and his broken ribs and even organs were faintly visible in the scalding blood.

Although there is the ability to heal without hand seals, the recovery speed of injuries is much slower than normal due to the current situation where demand exceeds supply and chakra is almost depleted.

All those in Yunting who possess immortal bodies look like this.

The situation will only get worse.

Not only did he have more injuries than Yun Ting, but his left forearm was also severed by the latter in their previous encounter.

Even so, the ferocity of the one-armed man remained undiminished.

Even with his last breath, the immense pressure he exerted on Yun Ting showed no signs of abating.

It must be said that this old man, who came from the Warring States period, a time of carnage and bloodshed, was at the pinnacle of both willpower and killing skills.

If it weren't for the support of the immortal body, his injuries would have been even more severe than Madara's.

At this moment, seeing Ban, who had taken a punch from him but hadn't uttered a sound, charging at him again, Yun Ting took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and charged forward once more.

bang bang bang~~~

Amidst the chilling gusts of wind carrying the thick scent of gunpowder, the heart-pounding sounds of battle, like war drums, continued to resound.

However, just as the battle drums were about to continue as usual...

An uninvited guest interrupted everything.

"It's time to end all of this."

Chapter 211 You're Hashirama's granddaughter!

"It's time to end all of this."

Seeing that the two incredibly powerful opponents were now at their limits and still unable to determine a winner in a short time, Obito Uchiha decided to make his move to avoid any unforeseen complications.

"Make a move now? But didn't Lord Madara just tell us not to interfere in his battle?" White Zetsu scratched his head and said.

As a weapon of war created by Madara, White Zetsu dared not disobey his wishes.

Black Zetsu actually quite agreed with Obito.

It didn't care at all about Ban's so-called pride of the strong.

His only concern was his mother's resurrection plan.

The sooner Thousand Hands Cloud Court dies, the more at ease it will be.

only......

Would Obito take advantage of the opportunity to kill Senju Kumo-tei and also kill Madara?

Black Zetsu looked at Obito hesitantly.

Although the corrupted entity remains an idiot in some ways, it has made rapid progress in using underhanded tactics, leaving it no room for complacency.

To be honest, when Obito Uchiha saw that Madara and Senju Kumo-tei's current strength was not as good as before, he really had the same thoughts that Black Zetsu had.

However, after thinking it over, he shook his head and decided to deal with the big problem of Thousand Hands Cloud Court first.

This is not only because there are still binding spells left by Ban inside his heart.

It's also for the sake of the bigger picture.

Now is the time when Yun Ting is at his weakest, which is undoubtedly the best time for me to make a move.

As for Madara's attitude, Obito couldn't be bothered to pay attention.

He was willing to sever even the last ties for the sake of the Eye of the Moon plan, let alone what the former wanted.

He wouldn't let Ban's momentary impulse ruin a rare opportunity to kill Yun Ting.

Keep in mind that this is the territory of the Land of Fire, and after fighting for so long, Konoha's reinforcements could arrive at any time.

Although Obito is not usually a threat, he is afraid of a large force coming.

so......

Having no interest in what others thought, Obito Uchiha simply said a few words and then plunged into the battlefield amidst a spatial distortion.

On the battlefield, after another exchange of blows, just as Yun Ting was about to make a move, suddenly!

A distorted spatial vortex suddenly surged from behind him, and a hand abruptly reached out from within, grabbing at Yun Ting's back at the same time, a familiar voice also came over.

"Long time no see, Fourth Hokage of Konoha!"

Yun Ting frowned slightly, and instead of retreating, continued to charge towards Ban.

After instantly repelling the latter, just as the hand behind him was about to press down, he flipped his hand and shot a kunai backward.

Whoosh!

The sound of a kunai piercing the air rang out.

The next second, Obito Uchiha's hand was already on Yun Ting's back.

At the same time, the sharp kunai had already pierced into the skull of the former, which was as thin as air.

Naturally, Obito's hand passed through Yun Ting's body.

Seeing this, Yun Ting didn't linger. He turned around and quickly distanced himself from her.

At that moment, Madara, realizing what was happening, subconsciously stopped his pursuit, looked at the uninvited guest Obito with hostility, and questioned him with a hint of murderous intent in his tone.

"Obito! What are you doing?"

"It's just clearing obstacles for the Eye of the Moon Plan," Obito Uchiha said calmly. "Madara, the ninja game is over. What we need to do now is eliminate Senju Kumo-tei as soon as possible. Without him, the ideal we've been waiting for can be realized."

After saying that, Obito disregarded what Madara might say and quickly chased after Yun Ting while keeping his eyes fixed on him, constantly activating his Kamui in his left eye.

Instantly, powerful spatial forces twisted and distorted towards Yun Ting's location.

Without intending to fight head-on, although his chakra was almost depleted, Yun Ting relied on his superhuman physique to run and leap, dodging around the field with incredible speed and unpredictable movements.

In an instant, beneath Yun Ting's afterimage, large swirling vortexes of distorted space spun endlessly across the field.

On the other side, Ban's complexion looked very bad at this moment.

Although Madara understood that Obito's actions were for the greater good, he had finally waited so many years for a powerful enemy who was no less than Hashirama, and was finally able to fight him to his heart's content to avenge the regret of the Valley of the End. Just as the final result was about to arrive, Madara was interrupted by an unexpected event.

How could he not be angry?

Just as Madara was about to take action, a pitcher plant rapidly rose from the ground beside him, and Black Zetsu's voice rang out: "Lord Madara, let Obito finish this off. You must know that this is the Land of Fire, and Konoha's reinforcements are about to arrive. If we continue to delay, Senju Kumo-tei's chances of survival will only increase, while we will become increasingly dangerous."

"Humph!"

Ban coldly replied upon hearing this, and was about to speak when a roar like that of a female tyrannical dragon suddenly rang in his ears.

"Die!"

Boom~~~

A huge explosion rang out from where Ban was.

Amidst the sudden surge of dust, a figure rapidly retreated from within with a "whoosh."