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Wuchen was rather puzzled by the treaty signed between the Land of Fire and the Land of Wind. Since the Land of Wind had been completely crippled, it could have been entirely annexed and integrated. However, he found it difficult to interject, as he was neither the Daimyo nor the Hokage, and such matters involved the entire world's geopolitical structure. Wuchen couldn't be bothered with the talk.
The only things Wuchen truly cared about were prey on his level, such as the individual before him.
His indifferent eyes seemed to be looking at a weak insect. His long, black hair, flowing in the wind, covered one eye, giving him a wild and unrestrained look. He exuded an overbearing aura, as if looking down on all living things. The Sharingan, never before seen, even in its casual three-tomoe state, still caused a shiver throughout one's body when fixed upon by that powerful ocular power.
The middle-aged man had a handsome face, and his red armor was majestic and unyielding. That invincible aura was even more terrifyingly dense and oppressive than Wuchen's. Even though the aura around him wasn't overtly leaking, it gave one the feeling that he could only be observed from afar, never touched.
Compared to this middle-aged man in red armor, it felt as though heaven and earth themselves were insignificant.
"Uchiha Madara!"
Within the system world, Wuchen's eyes darkened as he looked at Uchiha Madara before him. His battle intent erupted uncontrollably. Uchiha Madara's presence exerted a pressure far beyond anyone else's.
"Ling'er, you wouldn't seriously think I'd never seen Uchiha Madara and just conjure up any appearance to fool me, would you? How could Uchiha Madara's chakra reserves be so immense? Do you think he's the Nine-Tails?!"
Wuchen glared unhappily at the Uchiha Madara conjured by Ling'er, a cold laugh on his lips. As the saying goes, comparing people can kill you with envy. He had thought himself a chakra monster, but compared to the Uchiha Madara before him, he was insignificant.
If one were to close their eyes and not intentionally look, relying solely on senses, anyone would think it was a Tailed Beast…
"You truly haven't changed at all, Wuchen. I've heard this question so many times my ears are calloused."
"Uchiha Madara" swept a faint glance at Wuchen, saying indifferently. His arms were crossed, and he looked down at Wuchen with a serene, unperturbed expression, maintaining his composure from beginning to end.
Even a casual gesture from him was filled with disdain, making one feel a spontaneous sense of shame.
"You!"
His mouth twitched violently. Wuchen's face was furious, sweat faintly beading on his forehead, and he felt a surge of frustrated anger in his heart, silently cursing that wretched girl Ling'er for deliberately provoking him.
Ling'er had provided many sparring partners, but none of them were in a dimension Wuchen could currently contend with, such as terrifying figures like Kaguya Otsutsuki, or Hagoromo and Hamura Otsutsuki. He could also choose to spar with Hashirama Senju and Uchiha Madara…
These five figures were all unprecedentedly powerful. Wuchen knew his own capabilities, so he unhesitatingly chose the weakest among them, Uchiha Madara.
Wuchen choked on his blood, cursing at the sight of Uchiha Madara, conjured by Ling'er. He had thought the only difference between Uchiha Madara and him was the Sharingan, but it was clear now that he had been mistaken.
"If you don't come over, I will…"
"Uchiha Madara's" gaze suddenly turned incredibly sharp, and almost tangible blades of light shot out from his eyes. The piercing cold light tore through space, directly striking Wuchen, and then his figure surged forward.
His piercing gaze seemed to penetrate all things. He exuded a colossal aura. In terms of sheer presence, Wuchen had already been utterly defeated and was firmly on his knees…
"Bang!"
Caught off guard, Wuchen was directly blasted away by "Uchiha Madara's" punch, like a kite whose string had been cut—powerless and fragile.
"Fire Release: Great Fire Annihilation!"
Although the "Uchiha Madara" before him was an illusion created by Ling'er, his strength was exactly the same as Uchiha Madara in the real world, maintaining his peak period.
Waves of scorching flames came one after another like ocean waves, relentless and utterly oppressive, with no end in sight. The diameter was a terrifying twenty meters. The mere B-rank Fire Release was unleashed to its fullest by Uchiha Madara.
"Damn it, I'll let you know my power later, you little bastard!"
Wuchen, swallowed by the fire wave, was furious. Sparks flew from his eyes, and he wished he could slap Ling'er to death. Despite the brutal onslaught just now, he hadn't suffered much direct damage, but physical contact was unavoidable. His entire outfit was almost completely destroyed, and his appearance was truly uncomplimentary.
His hair was messy like a bird's nest, his fair little face instantly turned as black as a pot, and only his sparkling teeth told people that this was a face…
"Don't think I won't hit women! You're forcing my hand!"
His eyes spitting fire, Wuchen glared at "Uchiha Madara." Endless chakra surged out, and Wuchen's body erupted with golden, materialized chakra. Countless meridians and blood vessels rapidly formed and assembled. A giant clad in Tengu armor, wielding a taijuto of light, appeared.
Fortunately, this was within the system world, where all things were controlled by Ling'er. Although he would feel his chakra depleting extremely quickly and his body aching, it wouldn't threaten his life or his eyes.
In other words, using the Mangekyo here wouldn't harm his eyes. Other aspects were mostly the same as in the real world.
"Susanoo!"
As Wuchen's words fell, the golden giant abruptly materialized. The surging, majestic chakra quickly stabilized, and the evil eyes hidden within the Tengu armor glared at "Uchiha Madara."
"Such a tiny thing dares to call itself Susanoo? Utterly ridiculous."
The Uchiha Madara conjured by Ling'er curled his lips in contempt, hooking his thumb at Wuchen's Susanoo, his face full of disdain, gesturing for Wuchen to bring it on.
It was as if, in "Uchiha Madara's" eyes, this Susanoo before him was like an infant in swaddling clothes, capable of being suppressed with a flick of his hand!