Slayer: Look directly at the Seraph, standing on the sun

Zhang Hai stared coldly at Madara, a deep sense of disgust rising within him. Madara's self-righteousness and his insistence on forcibly changing the world filled him with disdain. Although Madara was powerful and had once been the supreme being of the ninja world, Zhang Hai could never accept his twisted "ideal."

“You still don’t understand, Zhang Hai.” Madara’s eyes were filled with a cold smile. “You think you can stop me? The ‘Infinite Tsukuyomi’ is the only salvation. Only in this way can the world achieve true peace. You want to resist, but you are not strong enough.”

"Your peace comes at the cost of suppressing the will of others." Zhang Hai's tone was cold, his gaze fixed on Madara's every move through his Mangekyou Sharingan. "I cannot agree with your so-called 'salvation,' because that is not salvation, but restraint. Without freedom, how can there be true peace?"

Madara's lips curled slightly upward, a hint of mockery in his eyes. "You're right, Zhang Hai. Freedom? That's nothing but a beautiful lie. The ninja world is inherently filled with war and suffering. 'Infinite Tsukuyomi' is the true liberation."

Before he could finish speaking, Madara suddenly unleashed Dust Release, shattering the entire space into countless fragments, sending sand and stones flying and a massive gust of air sweeping in. Zhang Hai reacted instantly, moving his body to dodge the Dust Release attack, but he did not immediately retaliate. Instead, he calmly observed Madara's movements.

"You want me to submit, but I will never." Zhang Hai's voice was calm, but a fierce counterattack was brewing within him. He knew that although Ban was powerful, his control was waning as his body weakened.

Sasori and Kakuzu also prepared for battle. Sasori subtly moved his fingers, releasing his meticulously designed mechanisms, while Kakuzu calmly analyzed the situation, providing Zhang Hai with necessary support.

The atmosphere in the space grew increasingly heavy, the standoff between Zhang Hai and Uchiha Madara brewing an explosive tension in the silence. Madara's gaze was cold and profound, seemingly able to pierce through everything and probe into the deepest fears and anxieties within Zhang Hai's heart. However, Zhang Hai remained calm, taking a deep breath and sensing the subtle changes in the air around him.

Ban's figure still exuded a powerful aura, like a giant mountain pressing down on every nerve of Zhang Hai. Even though he was old and frail, his confidence and intimidation had not diminished in the slightest. On the contrary, they had become even more profound due to the accumulation of years, like an endless abyss, implying endless control.

"You want to challenge me, Zhang Hai?" Ban's voice was deep and tinged with sarcasm. "You think you can break my control with this little bit of power? You don't understand the true meaning of 'Infinite Tsukuyomi' at all."

Zhang Hai slightly raised the corners of his mouth, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes. His Mangekyou Sharingan spun gently at that moment, as if foreshadowing some unusual change. "I have seen darkness comparable to the abyss," he said, his voice calm yet carrying an undisguised resolve. "Your so-called 'Infinite Tsukuyomi' is nothing but a constraint on the world, not a salvation."

A cold smile flashed in Madara's eyes. "The abyss? What abyss do you think you've seen?" He approached Zhang Hai step by step, his steps like heavy pendulums, filled with oppressive force. "The darkness I've experienced is far deeper than you can imagine." His voice gradually lowered, as if recalling countless years of the past, "The world of ninjas is filled with bloodshed, betrayal, and death, a dog-eat-dog world where almost everyone is fighting desperately for survival."

Zhang Hai frowned slightly. At this moment, Madara's words seemed to carry a profound power, even causing him to briefly feel a wavering he had never experienced before. He knew the cruelty of the ninja world and had experienced it himself, but he had never agreed with the intention to fundamentally change the world.

"The 'darkness' you speak of is merely your personal worldview." Zhang Hai's gaze hardened. "I have also witnessed darkness, but I choose not to succumb to it. You believe this world should be controlled by power, eliminating all freedom and forcibly reversing fate. But I oppose it."

"Oppose?" Madara's eyes narrowed, a sneer playing on his lips. "What do you think you can change? You're nothing but a speck of dust before me. How could you possibly shake my world?" With that, he suddenly extended a finger, and a black aura rose in the void. The power of Dust Release gathered once more, and the black dust condensed into a massive storm in the air, sweeping towards Zhang Hai.

Without any hesitation, Zhang Hai drew his sword in an instant. His body moved with lightning speed, his swift movements causing the Dust Release attack to miss its target. Unintentionally, the sword drew a sharp arc in the air, its energy booming, the blade instantly piercing through the solidified space, forcing Madara to retreat.

A hint of surprise flashed in Ban's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure, chuckled, and shook his head: "As expected, you are worthy of being called Zhang Hai. Your strength is much greater than I expected." He steadied himself, staring at his opponent as if assessing his potential.

"Powerful? Or do you simply not understand true darkness?" Zhang Hai coldly replied, his blade twisting as he unleashed another slash of the Unintentional Blade, imbued with boundless energy, like a thunderbolt hurtling towards Ban's chest.

A cold glint flashed in Madara's eyes, and the power of Dust Release was unleashed once more. This time, he attempted to use even greater force to shatter Zhang Hai's attack in one fell swoop. However, Zhang Hai did not stop his offensive. With his Mangekyou Sharingan, he accurately predicted the trajectory of the Dust Release attack and instantly disappeared from Madara's sight.

“‘Gaze from the abyss to the abyss,’ in the darkness, the darkness will also look back at you.” Zhang Hai’s voice came from different corners, carrying an elusive chill. Ban turned around abruptly, but the space in front of him had become distorted, as if everything had been reversed, the past seemed to have been erased, and Zhang Hai’s figure was everywhere, like a ghost crawling out of the abyss.

"You still don't understand, Zhang Hai." Madara's gaze began to grow slightly serious. He sensed a powerful aura approaching, and this aura did not come from the swordsmanship or ninjutsu he had seen in Zhang Hai, but from a deeper, spiritual force.

“I don’t need to understand your ideas.” Zhang Hai’s voice echoed in the air again, as if it had traveled through countless fluctuations of time and space. “You think your power is invincible, but you’ve overlooked the most fundamental thing—'freedom.' You don’t allow anyone to challenge you because you’re simply afraid to face true freedom.”

Ban's eyes narrowed, as if he realized that Zhang Hai was not just a simple opponent, but someone who was challenging him in spirit and ideology.