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Wuchen's eyes rolled back, and he only foamed at the mouth, looking at the Susanoo-clad Nine-Tails with a horrified expression. Its terrifying size was like a continuously undulating mountain range, unprecedented. The already exceptionally colossal Susanoo and Nine-Tails combining could no longer be explained by unscientific means.
"Roar! Roar! Roar!"
The Nine-Tails, clad in Susanoo, seemed to feel an unprecedented power. Its nine demonic tails swayed even more joyfully. This power, which instantly surpassed its previous bottleneck and reached a new realm, made it roar to the heavens in excitement.
Of course, the Nine-Tails was already controlled by the Sharingan, so all of this was simply acting on instinctive consciousness.
"Laugh, you son of a bitch, laugh!"
Wuchen glared at the Nine-Tails with an unpredictable expression. In his eyes, the Nine-Tails was laughing at him, utterly despising him. Especially its roaring to the heavens, even if it was just an instinctive cry, it sounded particularly grating in Wuchen's ears, carrying an alternative meaning.
As if silently saying, Why aren't you smug, you piece of trash? Scared silly by Grandpa's majestic and unyielding appearance, aren't you? This is my ultimate form; that earlier one was just me toying with you!
Wuchen glared angrily at "Uchiha Madara" atop the Nine-Tails, then gave a self-deprecating smile, and gloomily retracted his childish Susanoo, sighing to the sky.
Compared to Uchiha Madara's Ultimate Susanoo, anyone else's Susanoo was a puny infant in a cradle. Without the Eternal Mangekyo, Wuchen facing Uchiha Madara was simply asking for humiliation.
Especially the Nine-Tails, clad in Susanoo, its destructive power, speed, and reactive consciousness all saw a qualitative improvement in every aspect. Uchiha Madara's Eternal Mangekyo was already a level above the Mangekyo. Now, with the addition of the Nine-Tails, Wuchen fighting on would only bring boredom upon himself.
"A step back, and the world opens up…"
Wuchen continuously comforted his wounded heart. He knew this was Ling'er's scheme, trying every way to give him a beating. Although he could use elemental transformation to ignore direct physical attacks, based on Wuchen's understanding of Ling'er's temperament, she would definitely use Armament Haki…
Trying to beat me up? Too naive! How could I let you succeed?!
"Boring."
Wuchen, having no more will to fight, Ling'er also transformed back into her own appearance, glaring at Wuchen with great dissatisfaction. Her thin lips pouted, and her gaze was fixed intently on Wuchen.
"You're pathetic!"
Ling'er mercilessly struck at Wuchen, attempting to ignite Wuchen's warlike heart with her mockery.
"You're right, compared to Uchiha Madara, I'm indeed not up to par."
Wuchen, however, smiled readily, completely unfazed by Ling'er's sarcasm. He frankly faced reality; he truly wasn't Uchiha Madara's opponent. After all, the other party possessed the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan, and his ocular power was many times greater than Wuchen's. Moreover, perhaps due to his Indra reincarnation, his chakra reserves were terrifyingly immense.
A deficiency was a deficiency. If one couldn't even clearly recognize oneself, it was best to quit early.
Besides, even if he truly lost, though slightly displeased in his heart, Wuchen wouldn't carry any psychological scars. On the contrary, looking at Ling'er, who was pouting in dissatisfaction, Wuchen secretly chuckled in satisfaction.
To make Ling'er frustrated for once, Wuchen was still very happy.
And although he lost to Ling'er in this world, if it were in the real world, Wuchen was genuinely confident in competing with Uchiha Madara. After all, the elemental transformation of a Devil Fruit was equivalent to ignoring any physical attack. He could completely rely on his abilities to maneuver, using a small force to move a heavy one, compensating for other deficiencies.
But Ling'er was different. She deliberately wanted to give Wuchen a hard time and would definitely use Armament Haki…
…
Wuchen, having left the system world, had a relaxed expression. He continued to comfortably enjoy the afternoon sunbath on his reclining chair, his leisurely and relaxed face letting down its guard.
"Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan…"
Remembering Uchiha Madara's formidable ocular power within the system, Wuchen's heart sank to a low point. His closed eyes slightly opened, and he instinctively reached for his eye sockets.
Although the Mangekyo Sharingan was powerful, in some respects, it was a life-or-death gamble, killing a thousand enemies at the cost of eight hundred of one's own. The more it was used, the faster one's eyes would go blind, and life force would be rapidly depleted.
"Reality is truly stark and cruel…"
The lottery was once every five years. It had only been a few months since the last lottery, and even then, he might not necessarily draw the Eternal Mangekyo. The only way was to transplant a relative's Mangekyo.
Thinking of this, Wuchen couldn't help but give a bitter smile. Uchiha Itachi hadn't even been born yet. Even if he were born, he wouldn't awaken the Mangekyo Sharingan until he was thirteen. That was a time difference of almost twenty years!
"Transplanting a relative's eyes isn't reliable. It seems I need to find another way."
Shaking his head, Wuchen no longer dwelled on this issue. Forget twenty years; he couldn't even wait ten or five years. Judging by his current frequency of using the Mangekyo Sharingan, he would probably be dead in a year or two.
"Lord Wuchen!"
Just then, a figure clearly even younger than Wuchen suddenly appeared, kneeling on one knee, looking at Wuchen on the reclining chair, and called out respectfully.
"It's Shisui. Did the Third Hokage send you to find me for something?" Wuchen's eyes flashed with a hint of peculiarity as he looked at the young boy, who was only seven or eight years old, wearing an ANBU mask.
"He also seemed to awaken the Mangekyo later…"
Wuchen's gaze swept subtly towards Shisui's eyes. Wuchen's vision narrowed slightly. Although the condition for activating the Eternal Mangekyo was transplanting the eyes of a direct blood relative, no one knew if transplanting Sharingan eyes between clan members would lead to evolution.
"How has Shisui's training been recently? You are a genius of the Uchiha clan; your strength must be improving by leaps and bounds."
Wuchen chuckled mysteriously. He stood up, patted Shisui's shoulder, motioned for him to stand, and offered Shisui a gentle smile, making him feel instantly warm and friendly.
Clearly, this fellow was eyeing Uchiha Shisui's eyes!