In the center of the Great Arena.
Lu Ming’s heavy, powerful slash struck the skeletal arm of the Susanoo, resulting in a thunderous boom.
In that split second, amidst flying sparks and rolling airwaves!
Uchiha Fugaku, who had been passively taking hits, raised his head.
His Mangekyō Sharingan, with its windmill-like pattern, locked onto Lu Ming, who was close at hand.
Fugaku grinned, blood trickling down from the corners of his eyes.
“I’ve caught you. Tsukuyomi.”
Buzz—!!!
An incredibly cold and massive ocular power followed the meeting of their gazes, forcibly crashing into Lu Ming’s mind.
The scenery before Lu Ming’s eyes changed.
The noisy Great Arena, the gasping clansmen, even the giant skeletal arm in front of him—all vanished without a trace.
Before him lay an eerily silent world.
The sky was an oppressive dark red, with a black full moon hanging high in the heavens.
Grayish-white clouds rolled across the horizon; the entire world was devoid of color, containing only despairing black, white, and red.
Lu Ming found himself firmly bound to a massive cross.
Thick iron rings shackled his wrists and ankles, rendering him unable to move.
“Welcome to my world.”
Ripples appeared in the air ahead.
Uchiha Fugaku emerged from the void, holding a sharp samurai longsword.
He looked at Lu Ming, who was restrained on the cross, and laughed wildly.
“Lu Ming, you are an absolute monster.”
“Your Taijutsu, your swordsmanship, and even that strange multiple Genjutsu were far beyond my expectations.”
Fugaku gripped the longsword tightly and approached step by step.
“But unfortunately, you are too arrogant.”
“In a life-and-death battle, you actually dared to look directly into a pair of eyes that have awakened the Mangekyō!”
Fugaku pressed the tip of the longsword against Lu Ming’s chest.
“In the space of Tsukuyomi, time, space, and mass—all physical laws are governed by me.”
“A single moment in the outside world is seventy-two long hours here.”
Fugaku loudly pronounced Lu Ming’s death sentence.
“Here, I will make you endure three days and nights of endless nightmare torture.”
“I want you to experience firsthand what it means to truly wish for death!”
As he finished speaking, Fugaku held the sword with both hands and stabbed it into Lu Ming’s abdomen.
“Argh—”
Fugaku waited for Lu Ming to scream, waiting for this arrogant young man to kneel and beg for mercy.
However.
One second passed.
Two seconds passed.
Lu Ming, on the cross, didn’t even furrow his brow.
He even lowered his head, looked at the longsword stuck in his stomach, and then lifted his eyelids to look at Fugaku.
“That’s it?”
Lu Ming mocked.
“Didn’t you eat today, Fugaku? With just this little strength, you want to make me wish for death? Are you just scratching an itch for me?”
Fugaku stopped his wild laughter and roared.
“Impossible! In the Tsukuyomi space, the sensation of pain is infinitely amplified. How can you feel nothing?”
Refusing to believe it, he pulled out the longsword and stabbed it into Lu Ming’s chest again.
Puchi!
Puchi!
Puchi!
Blood stained the cross red, but Lu Ming’s expression remained as calm as water, and even his breathing rhythm wasn’t disturbed in the slightest.
“Are you done stabbing?”
Lu Ming looked mockingly at the panting Fugaku.
“Fugaku, your understanding of spiritual power is so shallow it’s laughable.”
Lu Ming raised his head and looked directly at that black moon.
“Did you think that with a pair of Mangekyō, you could do whatever you wanted in the spiritual world?”
“You have no idea what kind of unshakable spiritual will you are facing!”
As a transmigrator, Lu Ming naturally possessed a massive soul from the merging of two lives.
Coupled with his self-created secret technique, his spiritual power had long been refined to a terrifying realm that ordinary people simply couldn’t comprehend!
“Today, I’ll let you see what true spiritual crushing looks like!”
Just as Lu Ming finished speaking.
Boom!!!
A deterrent force erupted from within Lu Ming!
This was Lu Ming’s self-created ultimate spiritual secret technique—Conqueror’s Haki!
Crackle!
Materialized black and red lightning, centered on the cross, raged through the surrounding blood-colored space!
The entire Tsukuyomi world began to tremble.
“This… what is this?!”
Fugaku found that he couldn’t even stand steadily in the face of this terrifying deterrent force.
That black and red lightning, carrying a domineering will to destroy everything, tore apart the Genjutsu space he had constructed!
“My Tsukuyomi space… is actually collapsing?!”
Fugaku screamed.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Huge cracks appeared on the black full moon in the sky.
Immediately after, the entire dark red sky and the grayish-white clouds shattered piece by piece!
Boom—!!!
Accompanied by a spiritual explosion, the Tsukuyomi space, claimed to be under total control, was shattered to pieces by Lu Ming’s Conqueror’s Haki!
The real world.
In the center of the Great Arena.
Uchiha Fugaku let out a scream, clutched his eyes, and was sent flying backward, slamming heavily onto the bluestone floor over ten meters away.
Crimson blood gushed from between his fingers, staining most of his face!
The entire audience was silent!
All the Uchiha clansmen on the high platform were dumbfounded.
“What happened?!”
Uchiha Inabi roared.
“The Clan Head clearly activated the Mangekyō’s ocular technique, so why is he the one coughing up blood?!”
In the crowd, only Uchiha Shisui saw through it.
Shisui gripped the railing of the high platform with both hands, his eyes—which also possessed the Mangekyō—filled with shock.
“Tsukuyomi… was violently broken!”
Shisui’s voice trembled.
“How is this possible? That’s the Mangekyō’s exclusive Genjutsu, yet Lu Ming actually used his spiritual power to backlash against the caster.”
Shisui’s words spread throughout the arena, and the eyes of all the clansmen were filled with terror.
Lu Ming stood in place, not having moved even half a step.
He casually twirled his sword and looked at Fugaku, who was screaming in a pool of blood, his voice resonating through the entire Great Arena.
“Fugaku, don’t waste your effort.”
Lu Ming announced with a cold sneer.
“Never mind your mere Tsukuyomi; even Shisui’s Kotoamatsukami wouldn’t be able to shake my spirit even slightly.”
Genjutsu immunity!
These words struck fear into every Uchiha clansman present.
For the Uchiha Clan, which established itself in the Ninja World through Genjutsu, an enemy completely immune to Genjutsu was the ultimate nightmare for all Sharingan owners.
“No… I won’t lose… I will never lose to an arrogant junior like you!”
In the distance, Fugaku struggled to crawl up.
His eyes were bloodshot from the ocular power backlash, and blood dripped from his chin onto the ground.
Extreme humiliation and the fear of losing his position as Clan Head drove Fugaku into a frenzy!
“I am the Clan Head of the Uchiha! I possess the power of a god!”
Fugaku let out a roar toward the sky, squeezing every last bit of his remaining life force and Chakra.
Chakra ten times more violent than before erupted from Fugaku’s body.
The thin skeletal arm that had originally shrouded Fugaku’s body began to undergo an abnormal change.
“Grow for me!!!”
Under the terrified gazes of all the clansmen, the skeleton began to expand rapidly.
Thick ribs and huge vertebrae were generated out of thin air, constructing a complete and massive skeleton!
Immediately after, countless dark red Chakra strands entwined and covered the pale white bones.
“It’s not over yet! Susanoo, evolve!”
The blood at the corners of Fugaku’s eyes flowed more and more, but the aura on his body exploded exponentially!
On top of those dark red muscles, heavy Karasu Tengu Armor began to condense.
Finally, that half-giant, which originally only had an upper body, rose from the ground and grew two thick, giant legs!
Boom—!!!
The moment those giant legs stepped onto the Great Arena, the ground of the entire training field collapsed.
Countless bluestone slabs weighing thousands of pounds were sent flying into the sky, and the sturdy surrounding stands were shattered by the shockwave.
Fourth Form, Perfect Susanoo!
A dark red giant, dozens of meters tall and heavily armed, stood tall upon the ruins of the Great Arena.
A divine yet tyrannical supreme pressure weighed down on everyone’s heads!
Thud!
Thud!
On the high platform, a large number of Uchiha clansmen who couldn’t withstand the pressure felt their legs go weak and knelt directly on the ground.
The Great Elder was moved to tears, even throwing away his cane as he knelt on the ground to prostrate himself before the dozens-of-meters-tall giant.
“A god-demon has descended; a god-demon has descended! Uchiha Madara’s power has finally reappeared in this world.”
“The Clan Head is invincible!”
“This is our Uchiha’s ultimate glory; the power of the gods has returned.”
The clansmen of the Radical Faction trembled under the pressure, but their eyes erupted with fanaticism and excitement.
In their view, Fugaku, who had displayed the Perfect Susanoo, was already an invincible true god in the Ninja World!
“Lu Ming, do you see! This is the power of a god!”
Fugaku stood within the crystal at the Susanoo’s forehead, looking down at Lu Ming on the ground and laughing wildly.
“In the face of absolute power, your Taijutsu and your spiritual power are all a joke. Now, turn to dust!”
Fugaku controlled the dozens-of-meters-tall Perfect Susanoo, drawing the massive Chakra sword at its waist—a blade capable of cleaving mountains—attempting to crush Lu Ming with god-level power.
The wild wind howled, and the sword qi cut through the sky.
However.
Facing this Perfect Susanoo, which was dozens of meters tall and whose aura had exploded several times over.
Lu Ming stood in place, slightly tilting his head up.
The wild wind blew his black hair about wildly, but his handsome face remained calm, and even his hand holding the sword did not tremble.
This battle for the future of the Uchiha Clan Head had become even more unpredictable due to Lu Ming’s Genjutsu immunity and the Perfect Susanoo that erupted after Fugaku was driven into a corner.
The overwhelming god-level pressure shrouded the entire field, making the hearts of all the clansmen present leap into their throats.
Uchiha Tekka and the other forty-three Three-Tomoe Sharingan elites stared at the center of the field, fine beads of cold sweat seeping from their foreheads.
Looking at that invincible dark red demon-god, Lu Ming’s subordinates were filled with worry.