Chapter 226: Wu Xian vs. Chat Group 10 (Request Monthly Votes! Request Follow Subscriptions!)

Black hair, slender build, handsome face, yet with obvious madness and a desire for destruction in his brow.

He had seen this face—more precisely, within Zhao Ying's memories—and it left a deep impression.

Big brother-in-law… damn it! Zhao Zhui!

Still wrong—this team battle had no East America team, so this man must be a copy of Zhao Zhui from the Demon Team.

So… were those people just now all members of the Demon Team?

That doesn't make sense—why does he look so much like characters from some anime he's seen? Has my butterfly effect warped the Demon Team's art style this badly?

While lost in thought, a tearing sound came from above—he saw a man dressed like Aizen, wearing glasses, wielding a plain, standard-issue long sword, slashing toward the space he occupied.

The strike was plain and unadorned, lacking any aesthetic flourish, yet brutally clean and efficient, leaving no room for the enemy to breathe.

In the span of a single breath, it seemed hundreds of sword qi strikes had been unleashed—but instead of seeing his "opponent" cut down and destroyed, he was met with a cascade of brilliant golden sparks and a fist rapidly expanding toward him.

CLANG————!!!

Terrifying power surged through Kagutsuchi, far exceeding Aizen's limits, hurling him and his blade violently backward.

Wu Xian was about to press the advantage when a powerful energy surge roared up behind him.

He turned to see a colossal blue giant filling his vision.

Susano'o!

"Whitebeard, Aizen, Uchiha Madara… did they pull every boss from Death Note and Naruto together?"

Wu Xian's expression twisted, but his combat rhythm didn't slow—he flashed forward and smashed the two blue giant blades of Susano'o apart with brute force.

Then, like a high-velocity bullet, he pierced through the diamond-shaped crystal atop Uchiha Madara's head and punched straight into his abdomen, right before Madara's stunned eyes.

THUD!

Uchiha Madara's eyes bulged, blood spewed from his mouth—the devastating punch tore clean through his spine, blasting a bloody hole out his back.

Simultaneously, the two-hundred-meter-tall blue giant dissolved into pure energy, vanishing into the void.

"To be honest, you're weaker than I imagined."

Wu Xian gripped Uchiha Madara's throat with one hand, his tone tinged with disappointment—this only stoked the pride of the Ninken, who immediately widened his Rinnegan and unleashed a genjutsu, locking eyes with the monster to crush him mentally.

Yet the next second, a hand formed from blue energy pressed against Uchiha Madara's skull, invading his mind in a way he could not comprehend.

"The Multiverse Chat Group? Zhao Hao? East Sea Team… what the hell is this?!"

After scanning Uchiha Madara's memories, Wu Xian's forehead was covered in question marks and black lines.

The Main God Space intruding into a chat group… it felt too abstract—only someone with a decade-long cerebral thrombosis could dream up such a plot.

And that Zhao Hao—Wu Xian would bet his own glasses, like Chu Xuan's, that this guy was definitely the owner of the chat group, manipulating Uchiha Madara and other members with foreknowledge of the plots. Classic early chat group tactic—he knew this trick all too well.

But if he eliminated Zhao Hao, the chat group should dissolve automatically—wonder if it'll drop something like a system?

As he thought this, Wu Xian suddenly sensed something wrong—he tightened his grip, and the Uchiha Madara before him instantly shattered into fragments.

"Genjutsu? No… it's Kagutsuchi!"

Wu Xian paused, then realized—when Aizen slashed at him earlier, he must have already activated his Shikai ability right before his eyes.

Thus, Kagutsuchi could now affect Wu Xian, distorting and manipulating his senses to some degree.

But only to some degree.

For a Fourth-Stage cultivator who had awakened the Light of the Soul, no genjutsu, no matter how powerful, could easily alter his perception—just releasing the Light of the Soul would shatter most mental abilities.

At that moment, Wu Xian's vision plunged into darkness—the surrounding space was swallowed by blackness. From outside, a towering black rectangular prism had replaced the spot where Wu Xian had stood, shaped like a massive coffin.

Kidō Ninety—Black Coffin!

"Go!"

Using Kagutsuchi's ability to complete the incantation of "Black Coffin," Aizen showed no triumph—he immediately seized the unconscious Uchiha Madara and shouted toward the sky.

The next instant, a black spatial rift opened behind them, like a gaping abyss swallowing both of them whole.

CRACK!! RATTLELALALAL—!!!

A fist punched through the black coffin lid, then swept outward—terrible power shattered it completely, reducing it to fragments of spiritual particles that vanished into the air.

"That spatial rift… the Youkai Sage, Yuyuko?"

Recalling the information he'd gleaned from Uchiha Madara's mind and the few powerful figures still unmentioned in the chat group, Wu Xian narrowed his eyes, his expression thoughtful.

"The strongest ones are indeed troublesome—but excluding them, the rest offer a decent trial for the current Central Team: enough pressure to hone them, but not enough to crush them. Better whetstones than the original three Lunhui teams."

Originally, Wu Xian had planned not to participate in combat during this team battle, to let the Central Team train properly and avoid turning them into useless trash.

But this opening was too bizarre—his instinct told him something dangerously close was approaching, so for safety's sake, he'd intervened to test the waters—and indeed, he'd uncovered something unexpected.

Now that he understood their true nature, planning ahead was easier. He'd stick to the original plan: let the others of the Central Team fight, clashing with the East Sea Team that possessed the chat group.

He, naturally, would play the role of cheerleader. His earlier battle served as perfect cover—he could claim he'd overextended himself, that continuing to fight might awaken his inner demon, so he could only offer spiritual support to his lovely teammates.

Logical, convincing!

As he thought this, ripples of spatial distortion rippled around him.

Wu Xian's face instantly paled—he looked utterly drained, weak, as if his energy had been completely sapped. When the Central Team arrived, this was the scene they saw.

"Captain!!"

Zheng Zha rushed forward, instinctively reaching to support him—but Wu Xian stopped him.

"I'm fine. Just used up a lot of energy."

Wu Xian's forehead glistened with cold sweat as he sighed helplessly: "Sorry—I probably won't be able to help much from now on…"

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Also, clarification: this Zhao Hao who obtained the chat group is a native of the Infinite Terror world, not a transmigrator. The group members are from infinite multiverses, and the chat group itself was created by some great figure from the Infinite World—details will come later.

(End of Chapter)