Susanoo and the Wager

"Interesting. Looks like you're not just someone who talks big."

Uchiha Sasuke stood where he was, looking at the completely unscathed A Ruheng. A trace of barely perceptible surprise flashed through his eyes before quickly being replaced by icy coldness.

He gave a soft snort, and the aura around him grew increasingly sharp. The originally black pupils in his eyes slowly changed as three red tomoe-like markings emerged within them and began to rotate. It was his martial soul—the Sharingan.

At the same time, nine soul rings rose beneath his feet: eight black and one red.

"Chidori Current."

Sasuke's low voice rang out with a cold edge. His right hand gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist, and with a light turn of his wrist, the long sword left its sheath with a swish. Its blade flashed with a chilling gleam beneath the lights.

Blue lightning then surged from his palm, winding around the blade as though it possessed life. The currents became denser and denser, producing a piercing crackle. Sharp and rapid, it sounded like thousands of birds crying out at once—hence the name Chidori Current.

The blue lightning contrasted with the silver blade, instantly turning that ordinary sword into a divine weapon capable of tearing apart any defense.

"Take this."

Before his words had faded, Sasuke vanished from where he stood. He pushed off with his feet, leaving a shallow crater in the ground, and used that explosive force for a fierce burst forward. Like teleportation, he crossed the dozens of meters between them in an instant.

The moment he drew close to A Ruheng, he flicked his wrist. The long sword wreathed in blue lightning sliced toward A Ruheng's chest with a shrill whistle through the air.

"Haha, come on!"

A Ruheng's laughter echoed through