"Spatial Seal!"
Uchiha Brahman casually snapped his fingers. A ripple spread through the space around him, and the ripples around Ōtsutsuki Isshiki immediately vanished.
"Damn it!"
At the sight, Ōtsutsuki Isshiki sensed trouble. But the next moment, he stopped in his tracks.
A figure appeared before him—so muscular he seemed the manliest of men, the most human of humans, and the strongest of the strong. He looked unbelievably imposing.
Ōtsutsuki Isshiki stared at the figure, especially at that face and those scarlet eyes. An expression of utter disbelief appeared on his face.
Impossible!
"Uchiha Brahman, how can it be you?! How do you possess such overwhelming power?!"
His voice rang out in an incredulous roar. This chakra presence was so powerful, so far beyond his imagination—more terrifying and dreadful than after eating a Divine Tree fruit and becoming the Ten-Tails' jinchūriki. Why was it coming from a native of the Shinobi World?!
And what Ōtsutsuki Isshiki found most unbelievable was that he sensed no trace of the Divine Tree in Uchiha Brahman. There was only pure strength—unadulterated, overwhelming strength.
It was like a noble, powerful cultivator who had spent his entire life absorbing spiritual energy being slapped into an idiot by a lowly martial artist he looked down on—a mere mortal who had achieved nothing since time immemorial. If that were all, it wouldn't be so surprising. So what if the martial artist had entered the path through combat? At his core, he would still be a cultivator.
But this martial artist who had beaten him senseless had not a trace of spiritual energy about him. He simply felt like an ordinary martial artist, albeit one with strength beyond imagination.
It would have been one thing if Uchiha Brahman had sealed the Divine Tree inside himself or gained something from