The moment Uchiha Hikaru launched his attack, many people were stunned. It was an attack ability that others simply could not possess. Even if they could attack, they could never do so as effortlessly as Uchiha Hikaru.
Thus, everyone turned their attention toward Uchiha Hikaru. They watched him as though he were a fallen prodigy doomed by fate, a deeply mournful sight—or rather, an expression so strange that no one could imagine what it meant.
"Is your lightning-fast move supposed to be impressive? Do you think it can put me in a bad position? How ridiculous. I am the commander of the Red Ribbon Army, not some random assortment dragged in from the streets."
Before Uchiha Hikaru could speak, Tianming impatiently began mocking him. His gaze and manner were utterly detestable; anyone who saw them would surely be struck by an unexpected thought.
Especially at a time like this, it was even more so. An extraordinary power gradually formed, then gradually dissipated into thin air.
"Then watch carefully. My move is no joke. I'll make you feel my terror, especially the light and horror that come from hell, when you can remain silent."
Lightning Style: Chidori in Uchiha Hikaru's hand crackled as it was released in an instant. Its speed was unbelievably fast, carrying unprecedented destructive power—damage so high that it was terrifyingly absurd.
When Tianming saw Uchiha Hikaru's attack, his expression twisted viciously. At this moment, he became especially fearful. Everything seemed to happen silently, leaving people with anticipation, or perhaps revealing a side no one had ever imagined. Of course, all of it came from one level—or another—reaching this level.
The changes involved were bound to be enormous. Even if neither the beginning nor the acceptance of it all was something people could accept, this outcome was something