I Can't Learn That...
The Baihe Feiren fell from mid-air, crashing to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.
The myriad races watching fell into a deathly silence.
The 92nd ranked person in the top 100, just like that... died?
Moreover, he was killed by an unknown alien using magical techniques!
"Feiren!"
The voice of the Baihe Clan, as cold as ice for millennia, trembled, and his exposed eyes were filled with disbelief.
Uchiha Madara didn't even look at him; instead, he looked at Uchiha Kei with some trepidation.
"Teacher, did I... go a little too far?"
Uchiha Kei glanced at him. "What do you think?"
"Um... he attacked first..."
Uchiha Madara rarely showed a guilty expression.
Senju Hashirama leaned over and whispered, "Madara, you're doomed. The teacher's angry."
"Shut up!"
Uchiha Madara glared at him.
Just then, the Baihe Clan, who had been like ice for millennia, suddenly looked up, their eyes flashing with deep-seated hatred.
"You... you deserve to die!"
He clasped his hands together, and a chilling aura that seemed to freeze the soul instantly spread out.
Ice Age!
In an instant, the entire area within a thousand miles was transformed into a frozen world.
The myriad races who were watching fled in a frenzy, but hundreds of weaker races were unable to escape in time and were instantly turned into ice sculptures.
Uchiha Kei frowned slightly.
This chill is indeed quite something.
This is not ordinary Ice Release, but the power of rules—the rules of ice.
Ranked fourteenth in the top 100, it certainly lives up to its reputation.
"I'll do it!"
Uchiha Izuna drew his Ninja Blade and was about to rush forward.
"Etc."
Uchiha Kei stopped him.
"Let the spots continue."
Uchiha Madara was taken aback. "Sensei, you want me to do it again?"
Don't you like to dance?
Uchiha Kei calmly, "Then dance well, don't embarrass yourself."
Uchiha Madara immediately perked up, a wicked smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
"Don't worry, teacher, I guarantee I'll jump beautifully!"
He lightly touched the ground with his toes and instantly leaped into the air.
"Susanoo - Complete Form!"
Deep blue Chakra surged forth, instantly coalescing into a giant a thousand meters tall.
The blue giant wielded two swords, his body radiating an immense aura of power.
"The Ice Age?"
Uchiha Madara chuckled.
"Let me show you what real... ice is!"
"Armored Susanoo - Frost Mode!"
A layer of crystalline ice armor suddenly covered the deep blue Susanoo.
That was Uchiha Madara's newly acquired ability over the years—fusing Fire Style and Ice Release to create his own unique dual nature of ice and fire!
"What?!"
The pupils of the Baihe Clan, as cold as ice for millennia, suddenly contracted.
He could sense that the ice armor on the blue giant contained ice rules that were no weaker than his own!
How is that possible!
How could an alien race never before seen possibly master the rules of ice!
Surprised?
Uchiha Madara looked down at him, his smile growing increasingly sinister.
"Then keep being surprised."
The blue giant raised his twin swords and brought one down.
Wherever the sword's edge passed, space itself froze!
The Baihe Clan, as cold as ice for millennia, tried to hide, only to find themselves unable to move!
It's not frozen, it's locked!
That sword strike targeted his soul!
"No--"
He let out a furious roar of resentment.
Boom--
Ice shards flew everywhere, and blood splattered.
The fourteenth-ranked player in the top 100 was killed with a single sword strike!
Uchiha Madara retracted his Susanoo and floated back to Uchiha Kei's side, looking smug.
"Teacher, is it alright?"
Uchiha Kei stared at him expressionlessly.
"Not bad? That's all?"
"Ah?"
Uchiha Madara expression froze.
"You used three moves."
Uchiha Kei calmly.
"First move: withstand the Thunder Plasma; second move: Sage Art: Yin Release Lightning Dispatch; third move Susanoo Frost Mode."
"You think it's enough to kill a top 14 in just three moves?"
Uchiha Madara: "..."
Senju Hashirama was laughing so hard he couldn't stand up straight.
"Hahaha, Madara, you've been rejected!"
"Shut up!"
Uchiha Madara was enraged.
"Teacher, tell me, how many moves would it take you to kill him?"
Uchiha Kei thought for a moment.
"One move, please."
"One move?!"
Uchiha Madara widened.
"Don't believe me?"
Uchiha Kei's lips curled slightly.
The next moment, his figure disappeared from the spot.
The onlookers from all races only felt a blur before their eyes, and the silent youth had already appeared in front of the Baihe Clan members who were like Wind Blade.
The two were no more than a meter apart.
The Baihe Clan, like blades cutting through the Wind Blade, suddenly contracted, instinctively wanting to launch an attack.
But he stopped as soon as he raised his hand.
Because he saw it in the young man's eyes.
One eye is a pale purple, wavy Rinnegan.
His other eye is a deep blue Tenseigan.
Both eyes were looking at him at the same time.
Like a god looking down upon ants.
"You... you..."
His voice was trembling.
Uchiha Kei didn't waste any words.
Raise your hand.
Finger.
A gentle flick.
"Bang--"
Like a Wind Blade, the 58th-ranked member of the Baihe Clan was sent flying backward like a cannonball.
It flew a thousand meters, crashed to the ground, and never rose again.
With a flick of the finger, he was sent flying; his fate was unknown.
The entire room fell silent.
Uchiha Kei turned around and walked back to Uchiha Madara's side.
"Did you understand? That's what you call a move."
Uchiha Madara's lips twitched.
Teacher, that's a finger-flicking magic trick, I can't learn it...