"You have nothing left to teach me, Orochimaru. As you are now, you're even weaker than I am. In that case, I don't need to hand my body over to you."
Sasuke Uchiha's voice was devoid of emotion. The Chidori Sharp Spear continued to extend forward, and with a forceful thrust, it made Orochimaru cry out in pain and fling his arms aside as the spear pierced the wooden wall.
"You little Uchiha fledgling, you really dare to say that!" Orochimaru glared at Sasuke and shouted coldly.
Sasuke sneered. "If I weren't a fledgling, you wouldn't have been able to get your hands on me, would you? Itachi beat you so badly you were left in ruins. You couldn't touch Itachi, so you came after a lucky fledgling like me. Isn't that right?"
"You have nothing left to teach me now. When facing you, I can be merciless too."
"Heh heh heh..." Orochimaru let out a hoarse laugh, his eyes fixed on Sasuke.
"I am an avenger. As long as I can complete my revenge, I don't care if I have to throw away this body. But you only want the Sharingan. You're called the greatest genius among the Three Sannin, yet you're merely a genius of this world. The Uchiha name is beyond your reach. No matter what kind of genius you are, before the Uchiha, you can only be an ordinary man!"
Except for that dead last! Sasuke silently added.
Sasuke looked at Orochimaru with utter disgust and said coldly, "Everything you do sickens me. Soaking your body in vats of medicine, stealing other people's bodies, using living people for experiments, and trying to approach the power of the Uchiha through such disgusting methods."
"I hate what you do. You treat human lives like grass one after another,