Fuyue's Proud Strength

Du Yang did not waste any more words, instead drawing his ninja blade from his waist.

Uchiha Fugaku stared at him coldly and spoke: "Arrogant. Do you truly believe that just because you managed to kill my son, you can kill me?"

The Uchiha Clan has produced powerful individuals and geniuses in every generation.

To become the patriarch of the Uchiha Clan, awaken the Mangekyou Sharingan, and suppress those powerful figures, one must be far from ordinary.

A mere brat dares to speak of killing him.

At the very least, Danzo or Hiruzen should have come.

Uchiha Fugaku fixed his gaze on him and continued in a cold voice: "Do you think that relying on a pair of Mangekyou Sharingan is enough to change everything?"

"I will tell you now: there is a difference in strength even among Uchiha who have awakened the Mangekyou Sharingan."

Before the words had even faded, the three tomoe in Fugaku's eyes suddenly deformed and connected, transforming into a pair of equally complex Mangekyou patterns, radiating a cold and overbearing ocular power.

For a moment, two powerful surges of ocular power filled the room.

The air inside the room seemed to solidify and warp due to the confrontation between these two.

"Finally, you've opened them."

Du Yang remained expressionless.

Because Uchiha Fugaku had been killed by Itachi Uchiha without resisting, he did not know exactly what level the man's strength was at.

However, it did not matter.

He certainly could not win against him.

Fugaku activated the dojutsu residing within his Mangekyou Sharingan.

"Divine Wheel!"

In that instant, Du Yang clearly felt as if he were being spied upon.

Yet, there were clearly only the two of them in this room.

Fugaku said coldly: "These eyes of mine can see through you, no matter where you are, in the past or the future."

Fugaku's figure vanished abruptly; it was not the Body Flicker Technique, but another of his Mangekyou dojutsu, "Shadow Realm."

He seemed capable of briefly merging into the shadows of objects within the room, launching attacks that nearly ignored conventional physical obstacles.

Fugaku emerged from the shadow of the wardrobe behind and to the side of Du Yang, a kunai appearing in his hand out of nowhere, condensed with highly compressed Lightning Release chakra, stabbing straight at Du Yang's heart.

This strike was fast, accurate, and ruthless.

However, Du Yang performed hand seals instantly, his body immediately turning into white qi. The kunai pierced into the white qi as if passing through air, failing to cause him any harm.

Fugaku, missing his strike, immediately retreated back into the shadows.

Because, in the future scenarios, this was the outcome he had seen.

The next moment, he dropped down from the shadow of the ceiling, his hands forming seals: "Fire Release: Storm Dance."

The scorching flames did not spray in a straight line but formed countless rotating fire tornadoes, swirling toward Du Yang from all directions and sealing off all space for evasion.

Du Yang performed hand seals again, the white light around his body suddenly flaring intensely. He actually charged head-on into a fire tornado; the violent flames touched the white light and, like ice meeting boiling water, instantly melted away.

Even so, Fugaku did not feel panicked.

Everything was exactly as the Divine Wheel had foreseen.

Next, he only needed to continue the duel step-by-step; the opponent would reveal a flaw sooner or later.

And he had countless opportunities to correct his mistakes.

However, Uchiha Fugaku suddenly realized something, and his heart shook violently.

From the start of the battle until now, the opponent had not even moved his feet.

And this was while he had the opportunity to correct his mistakes.

"White light, white qi—what kind of ninjutsu is this?"

Fugaku asked sharply, his hands never ceasing their movements.

In an instant, he threw dozens of shuriken attached with explosive tags.

At the same time, his Mangekyou Sharingan's ocular power locked onto Du Yang once more, and his hands moved rapidly: "Genjutsu: Hall of Yama."

The next moment, in Du Yang's eyes, he seemed to be standing in a hideous, blood-colored hall filled with various bloody torture devices, with countless grim ghost shadows wandering within, baring their fangs and brandishing claws as they rushed toward him.

Uchiha Fugaku was truly a seasoned ninja with rich combat experience; his very first move attacked both the spirit and the physical body simultaneously.

At the same time, this was an outcome that, under the trial-and-error of the Divine Wheel, was guaranteed to be flawless.

Since ordinary physical attacks were ineffective, the explosions from the tags would surely make him suffer.

However, regarding physical defense, the white light swirling around Du Yang's body suddenly erupted in a ripple of purification, disrupting the chakra imprints on the approaching shuriken with explosive tags. The tags failed and went silent one after another, falling to the ground.

Du Yang, in his Triple Inverse Life state, possessed a will as firm as "refined gold" that could not be shaken in the slightest by this genjutsu. With just a flicker of a thought, the blood-colored Hall of Yama before him vanished instantly.

A look of disbelief appeared in Uchiha Fugaku's eyes; his ninjutsu, not just the genjutsu but also the projectile weapons, had all been neutralized so easily.

Just what kind of background did this opponent have?

Du Yang cast a light glance at the Uchiha Clan head.

Uchiha Fugaku was truly worthy of being the leader of the Uchiha Clan; not only was he elusive, but he could also seamlessly chain together various skilled, ruthless Nintaijutsu and powerful genjutsu, his offensive as fierce as fire.

It was a pity that such a powerhouse of the Uchiha Clan had been forced by Konoha and his own clansmen into his current state, his mental faculties far from sound.

Of course, it was precisely because Uchiha Fugaku was mentally unstable that his ocular power appeared far stronger than that of an average Uchiha.

The powerhouses produced by the Uchiha Clan were often quite deranged.

Uchiha Fugaku was indeed hiding his true strength.

However, you may be strong, but against me, Uchiha Fugaku, you have absolutely no room to resist.

The game should end now.

Du Yang instantly formed hand seals again, unleashing the Clone Technique.

An identical Du Yang immediately appeared at his left side, then his entire body transformed into a pure white radiance, coiling around his ninja blade like a white Dragon, bright and sharp.

"What is that?"

Fugaku's heart shook violently.

The white light coiled around the ninja blade resembled countless pure white feathers, yet it seemed to make the very space tremble.

Fugaku instantly manifested his Susanoo; the skeletal frame encased him in an instant, and meridians, flesh, and armor formed at lightning speed, bursting through the house in a heartbeat.

In just a few seconds, a Susanoo resembling a colossal samurai had shattered the building and stood tall before Du Yang.

Uchiha Fugaku felt slightly more at ease, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes as he poured his ocular power frantically into his Mangekyo patterns.

The patterns seemed to come alive, projecting countless illusory, ancient bronze mirror-like phantoms that instantly filled the space around Du Yang.

In the hand of the massive Susanoo, an ancient bronze mirror also appeared.

Every mirror image reflected Du Yang's figure, and the next moment, countless black spikes of Yin Release chakra, condensed into substance, shot out from all the mirror images simultaneously, covering every angle with no blind spots.

Clearly, this was Uchiha Fugaku's finishing move, a lethal technique akin to the Totsuka Blade.

However, the next moment, Du Yang gripped his ninja blade firmly with his long, powerful fingers.

He stepped forward unhurriedly and slashed downward with immense force.

An exceptionally sharp white blade-light arrived in an instant, seemingly carrying an evolutionary power capable of melting the void; it descended from the shoulder of the massive Susanoo, tearing through the armor as cleanly and neatly as scissors cutting through a sheet of white A4 paper, leaving a massive gash that extended from the shoulder all the way down to the abdomen.