Sky Curtain: An Initial Overview of the Immortal Lord of the Myriad Laws of the Mortal World

On the screen, the aftershocks of the clash between Wu Yuanzhen and Huang Liang's divine power had not yet completely dissipated when golden light exploded, transforming into new lines of subtitles. In the previous scene, the image of that hot-tempered yet upright and righteous "real man" had been deeply imprinted in the hearts of viewers across the myriad realms through his act of helping those in need.

However, the battle is not over yet.

The oppressive sound of war drums rang out again, this time with an even more rapid rhythm, as if two hearts were pounding violently in the chest, foreshadowing the escalating intensity of a head-on, deadly battle.

Huang Liang's ability to redirect damage was somewhat effective against Wu Yuanzhen, but the fight was still evenly matched. This battle was one of the few truly substantial fight scenes in the manga.

The Naruto world.

Inside the Hokage's office in Konoha, Nara Shikamaru was sighing over a pile of documents. When he saw the scene on the screen, he stopped writing and frowned.

"Tsk, what a nuisance..." Shikamaru leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head, looking utterly listless. "The most troublesome thing is encountering this type of ability. Wu Yuanzhen's attack method is pure physical destruction, wide-ranging and incredibly powerful. But Huang Liang's ability is 'transfer,' which falls into the category of rules-based abilities. It's like Kakuzu having multiple hearts, or Hidan's immortality curse; using conventional destructive ninjutsu to fight it head-on will only be counterproductive."

"What do we do then?" Naruto Uzumaki looked anxious. "Uncle Wu Yuanzhen looks like he's running out of ideas!"

Shikamaru yawned: "What to do? Nothing. Unless we can instantly analyze the conditions, range, cost, and cooldown of his 'damage transfer,' every full-force attack might just be helping him deplete your own stamina. This kind of battle isn't about strength anymore, but about brains and... luck. Seriously, why do I have to think about such complicated things..."

[Wu Yuanzhen's three attempts at the Yellow Millet Dream were all thwarted.]

The world of Code Geass.

Inside the bridge of the Black Knights' mobile base, "Ikaruga," the Zero Knight, Suzaku Kururugi, stared intently at the screen, his gaze grave: "So strong! That guy named Huang Liang's reaction and response abilities are off the charts. Wu Yuanzhen's attack didn't give him any chance to breathe, yet he still perfectly neutralized it."

However, Zero, who was sitting on the throne, also known as Lelouch vi Britannia, let out a barely audible sneer.

"Strong? No, this isn't strength, it's foolishness." Lelouch's long fingers tapped lightly on the armrest, his crimson Geass Eye flashing with wisdom and mockery beneath his mask. "This shows that Wu Yuanzhen used the wrong strategy from the start. Using the same powerful attack three times in a row without understanding the true nature of the opponent's ability isn't bravery, it's recklessness. What he should have done was immediately change his attack pattern, using different, low-cost techniques to test the limits of the 'Transfer' ability. For example, could he transfer poison? Could he transfer mental shocks? Could he transfer the burning of flames? When your trump card is ineffective against the enemy, a true player will choose to hide it, not throw it out and shatter it again and again. This Wu Yuanzhen is ultimately just a warrior, not a general."

[In the end, Huang Liang made a fatal mistake, using the mage's body to sever itself and transfer the head to inflict serious injury on Wu Yuanzhen. Forced to retreat, Wu Yuanzhen used a magical talisman to escape.]

The world of The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation.

In the quiet room of Cloud Recesses, Wei Wuxian was secretly sprinkling chili powder into the brewed tea. Upon seeing this, he was so shocked that he almost poured the whole packet in.

"Holy crap! Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan! Look!" Wei Wuxian pointed at the light screen, shouting, "You can do that?! That Huang Liang guy is too ruthless! He actually used someone else's corpse to block a knife, and even his head! How much resentment must he have? This method is a hundred times more sinister than our Yiling Patriarch! Transferring the damage to a corpse, then the corpse self-destructs and severely injures the enemy... no, it's transferring the damage to a part of the corpse, and then using the destruction of that part to complete the attack? Hmm—why didn't I think of this idea before? It's just a bit wasteful of materials..."

Lan Wangji sat upright to the side, picked up his teacup, and gently blew on it, his snow-white sleeves spotless. He glanced at the bloody scene on the screen, then at the boisterous Wei Wuxian. Only a ripple appeared in his calm, clear eyes, and he uttered two words: "Heretical path."

"Yes, yes, yes, it's a heretical method, a heretical method." Wei Wuxian chuckled, "But you can't deny that this trick really works! Look at Wu Yuanzhen, who was as fierce as a war god, he suffered a great loss and ran away in a sorry state! Sure enough, fighting isn't just about having strong fists, you also have to be dirty-minded."

The world under one person.

At the summit of Wudang Mountain, Daoist Wang Ye sat cross-legged, shaking his head as he looked at the light screen: "Well, he's done for. This Guild Master Wu Yuanzhen was destined for this calamity. That Huang Liang trick, to put it bluntly, is somewhat similar to our sorcerers' 'shifting scenery' or 'substitution,' but it's much more insidious and direct. He essentially transferred all the 'effects' to that 'cause.' Wu Yuanzhen didn't lose because of strength, but because of his understanding of 'technique.' The end of physics is magic, that's absolutely true. However... he ran away quite quickly, it seems he's the kind of person who's prepared to fight another day, not too stupid."

Although Wu Yuanzhen was defeated, the magical artifacts he crafted with supernatural powers continued to inflict damage on Huang Liang, causing him substantial harm that was difficult to resolve.

Hunter x Hunter world.

In a VIP room at the Heavens Arena, Hisoka reclined on a sofa, his playing cards blurring into a blur. When he saw this line of text, his lips curled into an exaggerated grin, his eyes gleamed, and his body trembled slightly with excitement.

"Oh~ Hehehehe~" Hisoka let out a cryptic laugh, licking his lips, his eyes filled with a morbid pleasure. "It's~so~amazing~! Just like the 'resentment' wrapped around a Nen blade! The battle is over, but the damage isn't! This continuous, bone-deep pain is the most delicious fruit! That little apple named Wu Yuanzhen, although his tactics were terrible, his 'Nen'... oh no, 'supernatural power' was of very good quality~. That guy named Huang Liang must be in a lot of pain right now, right? Just imagining his expression as he tries to heal his wounds but finds that power like a leech that can't be driven away... um~ ah~ I can't take it anymore, I'm about to climax~!"

One-Punch Man World.

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In the no-man's-land of Z City, Genos, fresh from a battle, was meticulously recording data. The text on the screen made his blue electronic eyes flash incessantly.

"Data recording: The target 'Wu Yuanzhen's' weapon not only possesses high physical destructive power, but also carries a continuous law-based damage based on 'divine power.' This damage can bypass the target 'Huang Liang's' special defensive ability 'transfer damage' and directly affect its body. Speculated principle: It may be a 'causality' weapon, or contain a 'conceptual' curse effect. Even if the body is defeated, the 'effect' caused by its attack continues. This combat mode has extremely high reference value. If its principle can be applied to my weapon system..." Genos muttered to himself while rapidly writing in his notebook. He paused, looked up at Saitama who was lying on the ground reading comics, and solemnly said, "Teacher! I think this tactical idea of ​​'even if I fall, you'll lose a piece of flesh' is very worthy of our learning!"

Saitama yawned, turned a page of the manga, and casually replied, "Oh, really? That's impressive."

Although Wu Yuanzhen did not die immediately, he was left with indelible injuries after this battle and died in 1914 from a recurrence of his old wounds. His dying words were: "Starting today, I'm giving up sugar!"

The entire room fell silent.

The group of powerful individuals who had just been intensely discussing tactics, abilities, laws, and mentality fell silent at this sudden dying remark.

This turn of events is even more hardcore than Huang Liang's self-inflicted decapitation and subsequent injury transfer.

Assassin Seven World.

In the hair salon on Chicken Island, Wu Liuqi was about to sigh, "What goes around comes around," when he saw the last line of text and fell off his chair.

"Huh?! What's going on?!" Wu Liuqi pointed at the light screen, his jaw almost dislocated. "I can understand dying from a relapse of an old injury, after all, it was such a brutal battle! But... what the hell was that dying message? 'I'm quitting sugar starting today'? This isn't right! You're supposed to be a hot-tempered, righteous, and fiercely loyal man who fights the heavens and earth! Shouldn't you be shouting something cool like 'My [insert name] is in your hands' or 'I am the king of [insert name]' before you die? Quitting sugar? Is he a pastry chef? Could it be that Huang Liang's real identity is actually the God of Diabetes?!"

Chicken Da Bao calmly took a sip of tea and said, "It's obvious that this master must have loved sweets when he was alive. Even on his deathbed, he was still thinking about it."

The world of Death Note.

L was sitting in his signature squatting position, frantically adding sugar cubes to his coffee. When he saw the last words, his hand holding the sugar cube tongs froze in mid-air for three seconds.

"Hmm..." L put a sugar cube in his mouth and mumbled his analysis, "'Quit sugar.' This last words seem nonsensical, but they may contain important information. First, 'sugar' might be a code name, representing a certain desire or weakness he could never give up in his life. Second, 'quitting sugar' symbolizes a kind of liberation and letting go; he believed that the root of his failure might lie in this. Third..."

L picked up another sugar cube. "...It's also possible that his old injury relapsed because he ate too much sugar, which caused his body's functions to decline and he couldn't suppress the injury. This possibility is about 41%."

Not far away, on a moonlit night, a crack appeared on his flawless, handsome face. He simply couldn't understand why the story of a strong person's struggle, battle, and ultimately tragic end would conclude in such an almost comical way.

"Foolish...utterly foolish," Night murmured to himself, but a hint of bewilderment, unnoticed even by himself, flickered in his eyes. "Is this the kind of pointless frivolous talk that remains at the end of life?"

The world of Gintama.

Inside the Yorozuya, Sakata Gintoki, who had just become a little serious because of Takemoto's tragic past, saw this last message and immediately spat out the strawberry milk in his mouth, spraying it all over Kagura's face.

"Gin! You're filthy, aru!"

"Pfft—cough cough cough! Sorry, sorry!" Gintoki wiped his mouth, laughing so hard he rolled on the floor. "I can't take it anymore, Katsura, no, Shinpachi! This guy... this guy is definitely one of us! He fought to the death, but in the end, he still had to succumb to sugar! Hahaha, 'I'm quitting sugar starting today'... Isn't that what I say to myself every time I go to the hospital to check my blood sugar? It's so true! This is more profound than any epic, a middle-aged man's final cry against life! Ahahaha!"

Shinpachi Shimura pushed up his glasses and said helplessly, "These are completely different things! Those were his last words! Can't you show a little respect for the deceased? But... I have a feeling that this Chairman Takemoto has suddenly gone from a powerful figure in the clouds to a living, breathing, flesh-and-blood... sweet-toothed uncle next door."

As the light screen slowly dimmed, what was left for the audience across the myriad realms was a complex silhouette interwoven with tragedy, devastation, absurdity, and a hint of everyday life.

Wu Yuanzhen's life came to an end. He was a true man, a brave warrior, a tragic avenger, and also... an ordinary person who, until the very last moment, still wanted to sever all ties with sugar.

This wonderful blend is more impressive than any grand epic.