Simultaneous Transmigration: From Douluo Continent to the Pinnacle

Uchiha Yao sat upright in the main seat, his expression calm and composed.

He raised his hand to pick up the celadon teacup in front of him, his fingertips lightly gripping the handle, and took a sip of tea with an elegant, leisurely, and unhurried demeanor.

The aroma of tea slowly unfolded on his lips and teeth. Only when he put down the teacup did he speak slowly, his voice clear and gentle, unhurried and unobstructed, clearly resonating throughout the entire platform:

"I will always remember the teachings of the Tsuchikage-senpai. As a young man, I am indeed inexperienced and should learn more from my seniors."

Onoki was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He never expected that Uchiha Yao, who was always so assertive and sharp, would respond so obediently. He secretly felt a little smug.

He stroked his graying beard, intending to adopt the air of a senior and offer a few more words of "experience."

But the next second, Uchiha Yao changed his tone, his voice still calm and gentle, yet every word was like a blade, hitting the nail on the head and precisely striking Iwagakure's biggest weakness:

"There is something I've always wondered about, and I'd like to ask you about it, senior."

"The Tsuchikage led Iwagakure for decades and cultivated the ninja world for a century. He has profound experience and outstanding expertise."

However, looking at the new generation of Iwagakure, no top genius has emerged, and no one is capable of inheriting the great cause and taking over the reins of power.

His gaze was open and honest as he looked at Onoki, whose expression had changed slightly, and continued calmly:

"The senior is over seventy years old and should be enjoying his retirement, but he still does everything personally, holds a high position, and personally works to balance the situation."

Has Iwagakure truly failed to cultivate a successor capable of taking over the reins for decades?

Onoki's composed smile began to stiffen slightly.

Uchiha Yao seemed oblivious to the change in his expression and continued speaking, his tone remaining calm, yet like that of a seasoned physician precisely cutting open the most sensitive wound:

"The key to village development lies in the passing down of traditions and continuous vitality. Without fresh blood to carry on the legacy, no matter how hard the older generation works, it will ultimately be difficult to sustain."

His tone was calm, yet it carried a hidden meaning, subtly delivering the sharpest irony:

"In my humble opinion, clinging to power and having no successors will inevitably lead to the same fate as old villages, which have become rigid, corrupt, and desolate."

A few words, each one piercing to the heart.

The passage subtly criticizes Onoki for being old and senile, clinging to power, and being complacent, which has led to the decline of talent in Iwagakure and the lack of successors, ultimately resulting in a repeat of the Third Hokage's rigid rule.

The platform fell into a deathly silence; you could hear a pin drop.

Onoki's composed smile froze instantly, his expression shifting from pale to somber, alternating between green and white—a truly remarkable sight.

Those cloudy yet still sharp eyes stared intently at Uchiha Yao, his lips moving slightly, but he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

The small, slender body suspended in mid-air trembled slightly, his chest heaving with suppressed anger, yet every word he uttered was true and irrefutable.

They could only grit their teeth and swallow all the pent-up frustration and embarrassment, losing all face.

In that awkward, frozen moment when no one dared to utter a sound, a deep, domineering voice, like a muffled thunderclap, suddenly rang out, breaking the deathly silence.

"Hokage Uchiha, you are mistaken!"

The Fourth Raikage, A, suddenly stood up, his tall and imposing body instantly spreading out a powerful and oppressive aura, casting shadows over all directions.

His sharp eyes, like blades, were fixed on Uchiha Yao, his expression filled with dissatisfaction and questioning, his voice loud and domineering, carrying a strong sense of hostility.

"Konoha's development in recent years has been too domineering! It has absorbed geniuses from all over the ninja world. The elite talents of the Land of Wind and the Land of Water have all been recruited by Konoha, and even the ninjas from the border villages of my Land of Lightning have flocked to Konoha!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, and with a sudden swing of his thick arm, a whistling sound arose in the air:

"Isn't this blatant plundering of the ninja world's top fighters, monopolization of genius resources, and dominance by one entity an act of selfishness and tyranny that disrupts the balance of the ninja world?"

He pressed on relentlessly, his tone becoming increasingly sharp and forceful, carrying a blatant air of pressure and intimidation:

"The Hokage acts so forcefully and domineeringly, absorbing all the talents in the world and monopolizing the ninja world's resources. Aren't you afraid that this will incite collective dissatisfaction and desertion from the other four hidden villages, ultimately triggering a full-scale war that will sweep across the entire ninja world?"

The tension was palpable, and the atmosphere instantly plummeted to freezing point.

Tens of thousands of spectators fell silent, the huge stadium was completely quiet, and even the sound of the wind seemed to have stopped at that moment.

All eyes were fixed on the two figures facing off on the high platform, their hearts pounding as they awaited Uchiha Yao's response.

Faced with the Raikage's aggressive questioning, Uchiha Yao remained seated, his expression calm and composed, his gaze steady and unwavering. He met the Raikage's sharp eyes with composure, showing no fear or panic whatsoever.

After a brief silence, he spoke slowly, his voice clear and deep, not loud but extremely penetrating, overpowering the silence of the entire room, carrying an air of unwavering confidence and composure:

"Lord Raikage, I have only one question for you."

"Were all the ninja from various clans who came to Konoha willingly and voluntarily, or were they coerced or forcibly plundered by Konoha?"

Lei Yingai froze, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, momentarily speechless, unable to answer.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that the question was impossible to answer.

Because everyone knows that those ninjas who joined Konoha did so voluntarily.

Uchiha Yao's eyes deepened slightly as he continued speaking slowly, each word frank and each sentence reasonable:

"The reason they left their homeland and went to Konoha was never because Konoha plundered them."

"Simply because they were born in old villages, they were denied respect, opportunities, and growth. They were treated as tools and resources by the village, suffering prejudice and oppression, with no hope for the future."

"Konoha never distinguishes between bloodlines, clans, or buries talent. We only judge strength and hard work, giving all ninjas a fair opportunity, dignity, and future."

"Konoha has never forced anyone to submit. We have simply taken in all the geniuses in the ninja world who have been let down, buried, and mistreated."

He slightly raised his eyes, a faint sharpness flashing in them, his tone firm and resolute:

"If other villages feel dissatisfied, they should never blame Konoha for being too powerful."

"What you should reflect on most is why you yourselves cannot retain people's hearts, retain talents, or safeguard the foundation of the village."

As he finished speaking, a faint, composed smile curved his lips, a smile that held an unparalleled sharpness.

"As for what you said—to trigger a ninja world war?"

He leaned forward slightly, his deep eyes sharp as torches, and an aura of power suddenly spread out as he faced the domineering Lei Ying. His words were firm and full of domineering force:

"If anyone thinks that war can be used to restrain Konoha and force Konoha to retreat—"

"I, Uchiha Yao, am ready to fight to the bitter end."

At that moment, the aura emanating from him was like that of a sleeping dragon slowly opening its eyes.

Onoki's body, suspended in mid-air, involuntarily took a slight step back. Looking at the young man before him, he seemed to see the figure from many years ago who had single-handedly suppressed the entire Iwagakure village and struck fear into the hearts of countless ninjas—Uchiha Madara.

No, he was even more terrifying than Madara Uchiha.

Madara Uchiha's dominance was tinged with an almost insane obsession and destructive urge. But the young man before them possessed a dominance that carried a despairing calmness and certainty—it was as if he wasn't threatening, but simply stating a fact.

Lei Ying's face was equally grim. His clenched fists trembled slightly from the excessive force, his knuckles cracking. He wanted to lash out, to roar, to respond to this arrogance with his fists—but he held back.

He recalled his last encounter with Uchiha Yao. That time, he was completely overwhelmed and powerless. Now, deep within Konoha's territory, surrounded by Konoha's elite ninja, if he were to actually fight, his fate would only be more miserable than before.

He could only grit his teeth and swallow his anger and frustration.

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

Everyone could see that the Raikage had lost face, but could only suppress his rage.

On the arena below the high platform, the first decisive battle officially began.

Tayuya VS Temari.

The two female ninjas stood facing each other, and the moment their eyes met, it seemed as if invisible sparks flew in the air. However, unlike the life-or-death struggle that the audience imagined, this battle was, from the very beginning, a tacitly agreed-upon "controlled exhibition match."

They need to conserve their strength to avoid expending too much energy on potential unforeseen events, while also demonstrating enough power to intimidate other villages and show everyone the true level of Konoha's new generation.

The flute rang out, and the summoned beast roared forth. Three enormous pythons leaped from the smoke, their blood-red jaws wide open, lunging at Temari. Instead of retreating, Temari advanced, her three-star fan suddenly unfurling and swung in mid-air—

"Wind Release: Kamaitachi!"

A visible vacuum blade shot out, tearing through the air with a sharp whistling sound. The python at the forefront was struck head-on, letting out a mournful hiss. Its massive body was violently knocked back, rolling several times on the ground and crushing several slabs of bluestone.

Immediately afterwards, Temari swung her fan repeatedly, unleashing a barrage of wind blades that forced the other two pythons to retreat. Her movements were agile and swift, shifting and turning on the arena, each fan swing carrying a sharp wind pressure that made the railings at the edge of the arena rattle loudly.

Tayuya was not to be outdone. Her flute music rose and fell, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low, as she controlled her summoned beast to launch wave after wave of fierce attacks. At the same time, she herself sometimes used sonic ninjutsu to harass from afar, and sometimes used kunai to engage in close combat, demonstrating her comprehensive combat skills.

The battle between the two was exhilarating and spectacular. Their ferocious fighting power far exceeded that of ordinary genin, and even surpassed the level of many chunin, leaving the spectators from other villages dumbfounded, with only one thought in their minds—are the new generation of Konoha monsters?

Finally, after nearly twenty minutes of fierce fighting, Tayuya deliberately revealed a barely perceptible opening during a close-quarters exchange. Temari seized the opportunity, delivering a precise fan strike that forced Tayuya back several steps, before aiming her three-star fan directly at Tayuya's throat.

Tayuya raised her hands in surrender.

"Temari wins the first match!"

The referee's voice echoed throughout the stadium, and thunderous applause and cheers erupted from the stands.

Tayuya put away her flute, dusted off the hem of her clothes, and pouted at Kotori: "Not bad."

Temari put away her three-star fan and smiled slightly: "You too."

The two walked off the arena side by side, as if the fierce battle they had just fought was nothing more than a friendly sparring match. This composure and tacit understanding made the outlying ninjas who had initially expected to see both sides suffer heavy losses even more wary.

After a short break, the second decisive battle officially began.

Gaara VS Hinata Hyuga.

A Sand Village's genius Jinchuriki faces off against the top genius of the Hyuga clan in Konoha.

The moment the two stepped onto the arena, all eyes were on them. On one side was a young man surrounded by quicksand, his eyes cold and arrogant; on the other was a girl dressed in snow-white robes, her gaze calm as still water.

Gaara crossed his arms, the sand around him flowing slowly as if it had a life of its own, making a rustling sound. He looked at Hinata opposite him, his eyes burning with intense fighting spirit and desire—he wanted to prove himself, to prove to everyone that he was the strongest.

Hinata stood there quietly, her hands hanging naturally at her sides, her breathing steady, her eyes clear. It was as if she hadn't come to participate in a life-or-death duel, but rather to keep a date whose outcome she already knew.

The referee's flag fell.

"start!"

Before she could finish speaking, Hinata's figure suddenly vanished from the spot!

Her speed was incredible; the flagstones beneath her feet shattered the moment she stepped on them, sending shards flying. Her figure, like a white lightning bolt, instantly covered dozens of meters, appearing before Gaara!

"So fast!" someone in the audience couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Gaara's pupils contracted slightly, and the sand around him automatically protected him, instantly condensing into a thick sand wall in front of him.

however--

Hinata's fist had already landed.

"Super Strength - Collapse!"

A punch was thrown, producing a piercing explosion in the air. Wherever the fist passed, the air was compressed into a visible white shockwave. The punch slammed solidly into the sand wall—

"boom--!!!"

With a deafening roar, the sand wall shattered the moment it touched the fist, as if hit by a cannonball! Countless grains of sand scattered and flew everywhere, forming a cloud of yellow dust in the air.

Gaara's pupils suddenly contracted, and his body was thrown back several meters by the terrifying impact, his feet carving two deep furrows in the ground.

Before he could regain his footing, Hinata's second wave of attacks had already arrived.

"Eight Trigrams - Second Palm!"

"Four palm strikes!"

"Eight Palms!"

"Sixteen palm strikes!"

"Thirty-two palm strikes!"

Hinata's palms unleashed a torrent of energy, each strike landing precisely on Gaara's protective sand armor. Her palm techniques combined the precision and penetrating power of the Hyuga Gentle Fist with the overwhelming force of the Thousand Hands' strength.

Two completely different forces are perfectly integrated in her hands, combining strength and gentleness, and she can control them with ease.

Gaara's protective sand armor began to show fine cracks under Hinata's relentless attacks.

Those cracks spread and expanded rapidly, until finally...