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The Third Hokage looked at Hiashi Hyuga in surprise, then averted his gaze. Undeniably, he too was deeply moved by the oppressive aura emanating from Wuchen.
Where there is oppression, there is motivation. Why are flowers ravaged by storms stronger than those in a greenhouse? It is because they understand the unpredictability of life and the cruelty of fate, making them more resilient.
"Such incredible speed! Is that Space-Time Ninjutsu?!" Just then, Minato Namikaze exclaimed in an agitated voice, his blue eyes filled with shock. Wuchen had vanished instantly, reappearing behind Fugaku Uchiha twenty meters away in less than the blink of an eye. This completely defied normal human understanding. If not for the twenty-meter-long golden afterimage lingering in the air, anyone would have believed it to be Space-Time Ninjutsu. However, that terrifying speed was clearly achieved through Taijutsu!
"How can Taijutsu be that fast?" Jiraiya, one of the Sannin, said incredulously.
Orochimaru's snake-like eyes glanced at Jiraiya, then slowly nodded, commenting thoughtfully, "That kid's body seems... unusual. For an instant, he seemed to turn into light..." At this point, Orochimaru felt his own mind glitch, feeling utterly foolish for a moment. A person turning into light? Screw that, why not say he turned into a god?!
Tsunade Senju, however, acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Perhaps only Wuchen's handsome and ethereal face held her attention.
"Whoosh!"
The Kusanagi Sword in Wuchen's hand descended sharply. Its sharp glint caused Fugaku Uchiha to hastily dodge, instinctively putting distance between himself and Wuchen.
"What a sharp sword." Fugaku Uchiha's eyes held a covert greed and covetousness as he stared at the golden longsword Wuchen carried.
"Is the esteemed head of the Uchiha clan only capable of this much...? Truly disappointing." Wuchen sneered, ignoring Fugaku Uchiha's fervent gaze towards the Kusanagi Sword. That sword was condensed from photons; only he could wield it.
"Hmph, you good-for-nothing! I never thought you'd possess such strength. I underestimated you." Fugaku Uchiha gritted his teeth, his crimson Three Tomoe Sharingan spinning as he glared at Wuchen, a hint of cunning flashing in his eyes.
"Demonic Illusion: Shackling Stakes Jutsu!"
In his mental world, Wuchen's body was impaled by numerous stakes, rendering him immobile, robbing him of his freedom, and filling his limbs with endless pain.
"How does that feel, good, right? Don't worry, I won't let you die so easily. I'll torment you brutally—"
"Crack, crack..."
The sound of something shattering rang out. Fugaku Uchiha froze, his face full of suspicion, and he instinctively looked towards Wuchen. He saw the square stakes binding Wuchen gradually crack and crumble to the ground, until they completely disappeared.
"How utterly ridiculous! How amusing can you be? My Dōjutsu power is superior to yours. You think you can deal with me with your pathetic Dōjutsu? Utterly foolish!" His crimson Three Tomoe Sharingan spun, a mocking, arrogant smile playing on his lips.
Seeing this, Fugaku Uchiha was speechless, merely glaring ominously at Wuchen, his mind racing.
He regretted it!
If he had treated Wuchen well in the past, things wouldn't have come to this—an enemy more formidable than a mortal foe. Perhaps in the future, Wuchen could have been his most powerful aide.
"He must die. If he doesn't die, he might become an even greater threat later, stealing my position as clan head!!" Fugaku Uchiha took a deep breath, thinking frantically to himself. Wuchen clearly held a deep, sea-like hatred for him; there was no turning back for reconciliation. It wasn't impossible for Wuchen to become even more brazen and seize his position as clan head. The Uchiha was a clan that respected the strong; it was quite normal for a leader to be deposed if they lacked ability.
Wuchen didn't care what that old man, Fugaku Uchiha, was thinking. His Sharingan spun, and a mental attack surged towards Fugaku.
"Pfft!"
In the real world, Fugaku Uchiha suddenly coughed up blood in a bizarre manner, looking at Wuchen with a face full of terror. His face was pale, and his Three Tomoe Sharingan, unable to bear the burden, retracted. Fugaku Uchiha's body swayed uncontrollably, as if his spine had been extracted, as fragile as a willow branch.
"Lord Third, he..."
Minato Namikaze looked at Fugaku Uchiha, impressed despite not fully understanding, his face showing confusion. A second ago, Fugaku Uchiha was full of vigor; how could he look no different from a frail old man in just a few seconds?
"Fugaku just cast a Genjutsu on that kid, Wuchen..." The Third Hokage took a drag from his pipe, let out a comfortable sigh, and then said with a hint of uncertainty in his voice, "But his Genjutsu seems to have been broken, and he also suffered a mental attack."
At this point, the Third Hokage himself was somewhat surprised and disbelieving. After all, the Genjutsu of the Sharingan was renowned worldwide, yet Wuchen acted as if nothing had happened, and even severely injured Fugaku Uchiha in return! The ability to reflect and break the Sharingan's Genjutsu indirectly indicated that Wuchen's Genjutsu mastery was not inferior, or his Dōjutsu power was exceptionally strong, rendering Fugaku Uchiha's Genjutsu ineffective against him.
"You're pathetic, Fugaku Uchiha." Wuchen, deliberately confirming the Third Hokage's speculation, revealed his Three Tomoe Sharingan for the first time. The crimson tomoe were as rich and deep as a blood pool in hell, causing fear and awe. A single glance from those eyes would make one feel as if thorns were pricking their back.
"Such powerful Dōjutsu power!" The usually taciturn Danzo Shimura's eyes gleamed, filled with covetousness and yearning. He and the Third Hokage had lived in the same era as the Second Hokage and others, being among the few who knew how charismatic and powerful Uchiha Madara truly was.