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Chapter 127: The Gap is Too Obvious
The air inside the training ground seemed to solidify.
Fugaku Uchiha steadied himself and gently dusted off his chest.
His movements were slow and elegant, exuding a calmness carved into his very bones.
That kick just now had indeed surprised him.
Tsubasa, who had always been seen as the dead-last, was actually capable of delivering a strike that defied common logic.
"It seems I underestimated you, Tsubasa."
Fugaku raised his head, and his originally deep black pupils suddenly changed.
The clear black and white of his eyes instantly turned blood-red.
Three black tomoe spun slowly within the crimson light, radiating a chilling aura that made one's heart palpitate.
Three-Tomoe Sharingan.
The surrounding Uchiha clansmen let out low gasps of amazement.
To awaken three tomoe at this age... Fugaku's talent was truly despair-inducing.
"To show my respect, I will use these eyes to completely crush you."
Fugaku's voice held no inflection, as if he were simply stating an established fact.
Looking at those blood-red eyes, the Golden Lion felt no fear. Instead, he licked his lips in excitement.
That look.
That high-and-mighty gaze, like a god looking down upon an ant.
It really... pissed him off.
"Stop putting on airs over there!"
The Golden Lion stomped his foot, instantly cracking the ground beneath him.
His figure was like a hunting cheetah, charging toward Fugaku with an unstoppable momentum.
He was faster and fiercer than before.
"Too slow."
"Before these eyes, everything you do is laid bare."
Fugaku stood his ground, not even bothering to assume a defensive stance.
Just as the Golden Lion's fist was about to smash into his face.
Fugaku moved.
It was just a slight tilt of his head, a movement shockingly small in amplitude.
Whoosh!
The fist wind grazed Fugaku's cheek, failing to disturb even a single strand of his hair.
The Golden Lion's pupils contracted slightly. He changed his fist into a claw, sweeping horizontally toward Fugaku's throat.
This move was extremely vicious, intended solely to kill.
But in Fugaku's eyes, this ferocious sweep looked like a slow-motion replay.
Every muscle contraction, every wisp of chakra flow was clearly visible.
Smack.
A crisp sound.
Fugaku raised his right hand and precisely clamped down on the Golden Lion's wrist.
It was as if he had been waiting there all along.
"Your movements are too wide; you're full of openings."
Fugaku commented coldly, then with a shake of his wrist, a skillful burst of force instantly neutralized the Golden Lion's power.
Immediately following that, a plain and unadorned knee strike slammed hard into the Golden Lion's abdomen.
Bang!
The Golden Lion curled up like a cooked shrimp, spitting up a mouthful of sour water.
Before he could recover, Fugaku's elbow strike descended from above, smashing heavily onto his back.
Boom!
The Golden Lion was hammered into the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
The situation had reversed in an instant.
The Golden Lion, who had been aggressive just a moment ago, was now completely helpless before Fugaku and his activated Sharingan.
This was the power the Uchiha clan took pride in.
Seeing everything, predicting everything.
In the face of these eyes, any taijutsu technique appeared pale and powerless.
The onlookers wore expressions that said, "of course."
"It's over."
"This is the gap. The gap in bloodline is insurmountable."
Setsuna Uchiha looked at his son being suppressed in the field, a trace of disappointment flashing in his eyes. He was just about to call a stop to the match.
"Jiehahahaha!!!"
A burst of wild laughter suddenly erupted from the dust.
Everyone froze.
They saw the Golden Lion swaying as he stood up from the ground.
His face was covered in blood, and he looked wretched, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.
He was laughing.
Laughing maniacally, laughing unscrupulously.
"Is this the Sharingan? Is this the so-called 'Power of God'?"
The Golden Lion wiped a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth. Looking at Fugaku's scarlet eyes, the greed in his own gaze almost overflowed.
"Fantastic! It's absolutely fantastic!"
"This feeling of being seen through completely, this feeling of having nowhere to hide..."
"I absolutely love these eyes to death!"
Madman.
The word surfaced in everyone's mind.
To be beaten one-sidedly and still laugh so happily—this guy definitely had something wrong with his head.
Fugaku frowned.
"Are you bluffing?"
"Bluffing?"
The Golden Lion spat out a mouthful of bloody foam and grinned, revealing teeth dyed red with blood.
"I'm excited!"
"As long as I get those eyes, I can become stronger! I can stand at an even higher peak!"
He charged again.
Time after time.
Knocked down, crawled back up.
Sent flying, charged back in.
Fugaku's attacks were precise and fatal every time, and the Golden Lion's body was soon covered in injuries.
But he was like a tireless monster. The fanaticism in his eyes didn't fade; instead, it burned brighter and hotter.
"It's useless."
Fugaku kicked the Golden Lion away once more, a hint of impatience entering his tone.
"You don't have the Sharingan. You simply cannot understand the reality of this world."
"In my eyes, your movements are as childish as a three-year-old's."
"Give up, Tsubasa. You don't have the talent."
The Golden Lion lay on the ground, gasping for air.
His body had reached its limit.
Every muscle was wailing, every bone was trembling.
But he was still smiling.
"Talent?"
"That kind of thing is just an excuse for the weak."
The Golden Lion pushed against the ground with both hands, his fingernails digging deep into the dirt.
He was Shiki the Golden Lion.
He was a legend who had once vied for supremacy over the seas with Roger and Whitebeard.
He was the madman who dared to charge into Marineford single-handedly.
Even if he had changed bodies, even if he had lost his power.
His soul remained that of the untamable king.
How could I lose to a brat like this?
How could I lose to this so-called "bloodline limit"?
"The blood of the Uchiha flows in this body..."
The Golden Lion muttered in a low voice, raspy and deep.
"There's no reason I can't master this power!"
"Open for me!!!"
A terrifying aura suddenly exploded from within his body.
It wasn't the pressure of chakra.
It was pure will.
It was the Haki belonging to a king of the seas; it was that unyielding, self-supremacist arrogance.
The surrounding air seemed to grow heavy because of this will.
For the first time, Fugaku's expression changed.
He felt a dangerous aura.
Not from physical strength, but an oppression from the spiritual level.
That figure lying on the ground gave him the illusion of facing a prehistoric beast.
"I am..."
" The Golden Lion!!!"
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