Chapter 610 Experience

Sharingan is a piercing eye. As the eye is upgraded, the insight will be improved accordingly.

The Rinnegan is the most advanced configuration of the Sharingan. If you understand this, you can directly maximize it.

The time in the world seems to have slowed down, and all the scenes in the world have become slow motion.

You can clearly see the splashing and flying of gravel, how many fine sand and gravels are scattered in the air, and the shape of each particle. You can also capture the trajectory of the wind. When the airflow slides, it flashes in the air. The traces of passing air waves are like cracks carved in the air.

Madara could see the opposite side carefully and clearly, and even every detail on Miki's mask.

The light groups that were dragged along slowly lit up.

The strength of the body has returned, and it has briefly returned to its peak. The taste of youth is intoxicating. The pumping blood roars in the body like a river, and the heart beats, continuously supplying energy, and affecting the muscles to react in a flash.

soon!

Light is fast.

Just avoid it before being locked.

As he stepped down, his trajectory deflected, and after 0:00 and one second, the first beam of light would pass by his face.

No threat.

Next comes the second bunch.

After zero point zero zero two seconds.

What is locked is the heart.

The blade sank slightly, blocking the path of the beam projectile.

This sword can cut through anything.

My insight is above yours.

Yeah?

When their eyes collided at the speed of light, Madara understood the meaning from the other person's eyes.

The so-called insight eye is nothing but the refresh rate.

The same 60-frame picture is just right for people to watch, but dogs will find it too slow to refresh.

Simply put, the world seen through dog eyes is much slower than the world experienced by humans.

In this, humans in the eyes of flies are moving extremely slowly.

This is insight, dynamic vision.

Bad street abilities.

This is the difference in the underlying hardware.

But in fact, there is no such thing as a refresh rate for the human eye. It is something that only machines have. The information transmitted between the eyes and the brain seems to be at the speed of light, but is actually limited by the bandwidth.

When the bandwidth is not enough, the brain will automatically compress the received unprocessed information, which is motion blur.

It's like watching a fan rotate. It's a picture made up by the brain.

In other words, the difference between Miki and Madara is the computing power of their brains when processing information.

Madara's intentions were clearly exposed in Miki's eyes.

The light group adjusts its angle, and the subsequent light group and lightning flashes are predicted to block all dodge spaces, and the light is quickly charged one after another.

The Samsara Eye was in Madara's eye socket, moving rapidly left and right, analyzing the angle of the light group back and forth, and his body followed suit and made subtle adjustments subconsciously.

In the next moment of change, the angle of the light group changed, and the attack path was once again predicted and locked.

Then the brain is overloaded, the information cannot be processed, and the motion is blurred.

It's called brain supplement.

This is fatal.

flaw.

Under the mask, the corners of Mei Ji's lips curled up.

"too slow"

In the flash of lightning, the two people rushed past each other, exchanged positions, turned their backs to each other, and stopped.

The white light did not come on, nor did it launch an attack.

No doubt, just pure swordsmanship.

Mei Ji swung the sword and blood vibrated. Rows of blood spattered on the blade, hitting the ground and green smoke rising.

"how."

Turning his head, he looked up at Madara's back.

He violently coughed out a mouthful of blood, and stabbed the blade into the ground to support his body. Madara looked at the blurry ground in front of him, a slash mark opened on his chest, and blood kept pouring out.

Toxin strikes.

More violent than imagined.

My body was shaking non-stop, and I almost couldn't control my hands and feet.

Swordsmanship, failed?

I can't believe it at all. What happened in that moment?

Not seen at all.

Outside the venue, the horned old man and the one-inch mage looked serious.

They didn't see clearly what happened.

Both sides are too fast.

"Teacher Madara," Mei Ji's voice sounded cold, and she said, "Is there anything else I need to take the exam for?"

Madara vomited out a large mouthful of blood. Although his body was healing rapidly, it was also being rapidly destroyed and he was in great pain.

"What a great body."

Mei Ji said.

"Just one drop is enough to kill tens of millions of people, and you can withstand it. As expected of you."

Madara vomited blood, accompanied by blood foam, and pieces of meat were vomited out.

Deep inside the body, the internal organs are constantly dissolving and collapsing.

"However, there is also a gene-destroying potion specially prepared for you."

"A drug that can kill Hashirama's cells."

On the broken chest, Hashirama's face was twisted in pain, twitching silently, wailing, and gradually falling apart.

In his eyes, a pair of blood-red Santomo Sharingan rotated rapidly.

"I'm pretty good at entertainment."

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?" Madara asked breathlessly.

"In the past, I probably wouldn't have wanted to tell you."

Mei Ji said with a chuckle.

"The so-called ninja war is an intelligence war. It is undoubtedly stupid to reveal your trump card to your opponent."

"Now, I'd be happy to tell you."

Madara's eyes narrowed sharply.

These words seemed familiar.

“How arrogant”

Madara replied with a sneer.

"Fool, God's arrogance also has deep meaning, so be afraid."

"This is the insect nest real-time combat calculation system."

"The content is too complex."

"Fool, even if I tell you, you won't understand."

"It's so sad."

"Then I'll tell you in an easy-to-understand way."

Meiji said that this system focuses on the collection and organization of combat data, and combat calculations are secondary.

"How many battles have you had in your life?"

"A hundred games?"

"A thousand games?"

"Ten thousand games?"

"No matter what kind of battle scene it is, I must have seen it before. This is the so-called accumulation of experience through hundreds of battles."

Meiji strolled forward, slowly walking behind Madara. The sword blade dragged on the ground, making sharp and harsh sounds.

"In my career, I have only had three official combat missions, and not counting mission execution, there will not be more than a hundred."

"The accumulated combat data and experience between you and me are vastly different."

"Because, if we just count the data, all kinds of ninjas and all kinds of battles, from the past to the future, will be witnessed by me, collected, turned into data storage, turned into my own experience, and absorbed by me , I have fought more than a billion times, which is a fighting experience that you will never be able to achieve in your lifetime."

"how."

Mei Ji raised her sword behind Madara and said slowly in a cold voice.

"Have you ever felt scared?"

Black Zetsu and White Zetsu, who were hiding underground, held their breath.

From the beginning to the end of the battle, Madara was suppressed.

There is simply no way to fight back.

You know, that's Madara!

The strongest man in the ninja world today!

Fear?

It's really scary.

Beside Black Jue, there was the sound of White Jue's teeth chattering.

This guy is so useless!

Hei Jue's mood was complicated and he didn't know who he was talking about.

The true identity of this woman cannot be determined yet. The plan cannot fail. Madara, you cannot lose in this place.

Everyone looked at Madara who was shaking in pain.

"Fear?"

After a while, Madara said in a deep voice.

"No."

"Really?" Meiji chuckled and leaned over Madara's ear, whispering: "Are you confused? I told you that I can see through people's hearts."

"So I smell it."

"You smell from your own heart, the smell of fear."

"How about the swordsmanship that you are proud of, just like the taste of mere gravel."

"There is a feeling of helplessness, as if the world's faith has collapsed."

"Right."

Meiji straightened up and raised her sword to strike down.

Madara's head flew up, fell to the ground and rolled, his samsara eyes wide open.

In the grass, in the underworld, looking at the figure, the mage and the old man with long horns did not dare to show their anger.

Just looking at it from a distance, the terrifying pressure was coming from the sky.

His body posture is made up in his mind as he remembers it.

No!

Even more terrifying!