"I know you've already fought Tuoba Zhan. You blocked three of his saber strikes with just one clone." Zhao Ming held his spear across his body and said slowly, "I'm not as battle-hungry as he is, but I don't want to be underestimated like that either. I want to see just how your bloodline ability differs from my Zhao Clan's bloodline power."
Zhao Ming held his spear across his body, its tip gleaming coldly in the morning light.
He offered no more pleasantries. The instant he tightened his grip on Thunder Abyss, his entire aura drew inward, like a taut bowstring ready to loose.
Lin Jin looked at him, raised his right hand, and loosely curled his fingers before him.
The Sharingan appeared in his eyes. Three tomoe spun rapidly, then merged into the shape of a Straight-Bar Tomoe Pinwheel.
The instant his Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan activated, the space before him abruptly distorted. A vortex appeared out of thin air, and the dark-blue Lightning-Cleaver slowly emerged from it and settled into his palm.
Zhao Ming's pupils contracted slightly. This was a spatial ability.
It was unlike Su Qianxue's space-type superpower; he was manipulating space directly through those eyes.
He recalled the descriptions of Lin Jin's eyes in the reports: they could release Black Flame, create genjutsu, and distort space.
Seeing it in person now was far more stunning than words on paper.
"So this is your bloodline power?" Zhao Ming asked in a low voice.
"The Sharingan." Lin Jin gripped Lightning-Cleaver. The lightning patterns on its blade resonated with his chakra, and blue arcs danced along its edge. "Didn't you want to see my bloodline power? As you wish."
"To keep things fair, I'll only use domain-level power this time."
Zhao Ming offered no objection.
That was exactly what he