Infinite: The Main God Space Starting from Naruto

Chapter 164 Fugaku Learns Martial Arts

The Son of the Corpse Nest felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and his consciousness briefly went blank. When he regained consciousness, he found himself in a void.

With no landmarks around, it was as if the entire world had been ripped away, leaving only endless void. The Child of the Corpse Nest tried to move, but found that even the concept of direction did not exist here.

"Who's playing tricks?! Show yourself!!!"

The roar of the Son of the Corpse Nest echoed through the void for a long time, but only deathly silence answered him. Just as he was about to speak again, a faint light suddenly appeared in the void ahead.

The glimmer of light, which started as small as a pinhead, expanded at an incredible speed in an instant. In the blink of an eye, a sphere of light as dazzling as the sun appeared before him.

"What is this?"

The Son of the Corpse Nest felt his body was incredibly small in front of this sphere of light, like an ant looking up at the sun. It was a power that transcended the level of life, as if the whole world was looking down on him.

Suddenly, a emotionless, mechanical voice echoed in the void.

[An unauthenticated, abnormal life form has been detected entering the Main God Space]

[Status: Consciousness fused with summoned beast]

[Implementation Plan: Erasure of Consciousness]

Before the Son of the Corpse Nest could react, the ball of light suddenly burst out with a blinding white light, which pierced through its body like a sharp sword, but without causing any pain.

"What?!"

The Son of the Corpse Nest instantly felt a terrifying force invading his mind. He struggled desperately, but found that he had no ability to resist at all, and his consciousness was dissolved little by little.

"No! No! This is impossible! I am about to step into the realm of gods! How could this be?" The Son of the Corpse Nest roared in unwillingness, his eyes flashing with extreme terror.

The next second, its voice stopped abruptly, and its soul core turned into specks of light and dissipated into the void, as if it had never existed.

The abnormal life form has been eliminated.

[Summoning Beasts Return to Their Own World]

The cold, mechanical voice rang out again, and the void returned to calm.

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On the battlefield, Fugaku lay on the ruins, his bones feeling like they were about to fall apart. Overuse of his Sharingan had blurred his consciousness, and his vision was filled with mottled blood.

"Why hasn't the mission notification appeared yet?" Fugaku gasped for breath, a sense of unease rising within him. "Does this mean it's not over yet?"

Suddenly, he heard a series of booming sounds coming from afar. He managed to look up and saw a huge fleet appearing on the horizon, with countless warships obscuring half the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a clear mechanical voice entered his ears: "Yanhuang members detected. Prepare for rescue."

Fugaku wanted to say something, but his consciousness began to fade rapidly. The scene before him gradually turned into darkness, his body went limp, and he completely lost consciousness.

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A cool sensation slowly brought Fugaku back to consciousness. He struggled to open his eyes and found himself floating in a pool filled with a pale green liquid. Countless tiny bubbles appeared and disappeared before his eyes.

He looked down at his body and found it covered with various tubes, continuously pumping an unknown liquid into his body.

"Vascular signs are all normal, and the nutrient solution concentration is maintained at the optimal level." A clear female voice came from above.

Outside, many staff members in white uniforms were walking back and forth, each holding a uniquely shaped instrument. They would occasionally point and whisper to each other in front of the floating holographic screen.

"Where is this place?" Fugaku frowned slightly, raised his hand to rip off the tubes attached to his body, and stood up from the nutrient pool by supporting himself against the bulkhead.

"Patient, please don't do this." A female nurse turned around upon hearing this, and her face turned bright red upon seeing the scene before her. She quickly turned away again.

"Uh," Fugaku paused for a moment, then noticed his clothes, which had been neatly arranged, next to the incubation chamber, and quickly put them on.

Just then, a slight buzzing sound rang in his mind, and the task panel automatically appeared before his eyes:

Main Quest: Virus Terminator

[Mission Countdown: 25 days]

"What happened?" Fugaku's pupils suddenly contracted, his expression turning extremely grave. "Not only did the mission fail, but the remaining time has been reduced by five days? What on earth happened?"

The events that occurred before Fugaku fell into a coma—the fierce battle and the scene of the dispelling of the summoning jutsu—flew back to him.

"Poisonous woman!" Fugaku suddenly remembered something and hurriedly checked the status of the psychic mark.

The next second, Fugaku frowned. The summoning mark had changed. The originally black mark was now covered with a strange blood-red color, with a faint red light flowing around it.

"We can only confirm the situation by summoning it, but in a place like this..."

"Sir, the patient has regained consciousness!" At this moment, the nurse rushed out of the medical room.

Several guards in black uniforms escorted a familiar figure in as he entered. Fugaku looked closely and realized it was Uncle Tu.

At this moment, Uncle Tu had almost turned into an ordinary old man, his figure much thinner, but his eyes still shone with a sharp light that was chilling.

"Comrade Fugaku, you're finally awake." Uncle Tu smiled, speaking in his familiar official tone: "You've all been quite worried these past few days! The organization takes this matter very seriously."

"Captain Tu?" Fugaku's eyes widened, his voice filled with disbelief. "You weren't..." He swallowed the rest of his words. In his memory, the other person had clearly been drained dry by the Son of the Corpse Nest.

Uncle Tu seemed to see his confusion and waved his hand with a wry smile: "Thanks to the new life activator developed in the laboratory, my old life has been saved. However, the price is not small. My meridians are damaged, and I will not be able to go to the battlefield in the future." He pointed to his thinner figure as he spoke.

"Let's go for a walk first." Uncle Tu waved away the guards around him. "We've been in the medical pod for too long, we need to stretch our legs."

Although Fugaku was full of questions, he nodded and followed Uncle Tu out of the treatment room. The corridor in the medical area was spacious and bright, with a floor so shiny it reflected light. Passing staff members stood at attention and saluted Uncle Tu.

"Where is this?" Fugaku couldn't help but ask.

"This is one of the secret bases of Yanhuang Capital," Uncle Tu explained as they walked. "It's usually used for classified research and treatment of special personnel, and it's equipped with the most advanced medical equipment. If your injuries were in a regular hospital, you wouldn't wake up for at least a month."

The restaurant wasn't crowded; most of the patrons were researchers in white lab coats. Uncle Tu, familiar with the place, ordered a few dishes, and soon a sumptuous meal was served.

"Try this braised lion's head meatballs." Uncle Tu pointed to one of the dishes. "This is our cafeteria's signature dish. By the way, just call me Old Tu."

Fugaku then realized that he was indeed very hungry, and quickly finished off the food in his bowl.

"Eat slowly, you've been soaking in nutrient solution these past few days," Uncle Tu said with a smile. "By the way, you really did a great job with the things in H City. I was thinking of holding a commendation ceremony for you, but unfortunately there have been too many things happening back home lately, so we have to postpone it."

Fugaku put down his chopsticks and asked with a serious expression, "What happened in H City in the end?"

Uncle Tu's expression turned serious: "According to our investigation, what appeared in H City before was just a layer of the Corpse King's skin that had shed; it was a trick to lure us away from our prey. This guy deliberately led us there, and now that I think about it, we were all completely fooled by it."

"What?!" Fugaku's expression changed drastically. "Where is the Corpse King now?"

At this moment, Fugaku's expression became extremely solemn. If he couldn't find the Corpse King within the mission deadline, the mission would be impossible to complete, which would mean he would be trapped in this world—absolutely the worst-case scenario.

"Don't worry." Uncle Tu seemed to see his worry. "We consulted a fortune teller back then. It was predicted that the Corpse King would launch a counterattack on the capital in twelve days, at which point we could settle things with it. But now there are only seven days left."

"But why are you even more anxious than me?" Old Tu noticed Fugaku's unusual behavior and asked with a hint of curiosity in his voice.

Fugaku snapped out of his daze and realized his reaction had been somewhat excessive. He took a deep breath and said solemnly, "I'm just worried that the Corpse King will harm innocent people. This scourge must be eliminated as soon as possible."

Uncle Tu was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Good! You have guts! No wonder you're the one I've chosen!"

He picked up his teacup and took a sip. "But before that, let's make some preparations. After all, the battle in seven days is no joke."

With that, Uncle Tu stood up: "Come with me, I'll take you somewhere."

Fugaku frowned and followed. The two walked through a series of brightly lit corridors and finally stopped in front of an elevator. Uncle Tu took out a black magnetic card and swiped it lightly on the sensor. The elevator door then slid open silently.

"Is this... underground?" Fugaku noticed that the elevator buttons extended all the way down to the B15 floor.

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"You'll find out soon enough." Uncle Tu pressed the B12 button, and the elevator began to descend rapidly.

With a soft click, the elevator doors slowly opened. Fugaku followed Uncle Tu out of the elevator, and the sight before him made him slightly taken aback.

A huge circular underground space appeared before us. It was the size of several football fields, and a huge ring of LED lights hung overhead, illuminating the entire space as if it were daytime.

In the center of the arena was a flat, black surface that shimmered with a metallic sheen. The surrounding walls were covered with all sorts of training equipment, and in the distance stood rows of weapon racks, neatly displaying various melee weapons.

"Where is this?" Fugaku asked, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"The Yanhuang Armed Training Ground." Uncle Tu pointed to the black ground. "That's a specially made alloy floor. Even if a rocket launcher were to hit it directly, it wouldn't leave a mark."

"Old Butcher, why did you bring me here?" Fugaku looked around, a puzzled expression on his face. The training ground was empty.

Uncle Tu slowly walked towards the weapon rack by the wall: "To be honest, I didn't quite understand those ninjutsu techniques when I watched you fight that day, so I won't say anything about them."

He reached out and took a dark red iron rod from the weapon rack, weighing it in his hand: "However, I noticed that when you used your avatar at the end, you were relying entirely on brute force, without any skill whatsoever."

"You know, a true master, even when at his weakest, should still pay attention to technique in every move." Uncle Tu slowly exhaled, holding his staff with both hands, and assumed a starting stance.

Although Uncle Tu was thin at this moment, his entire demeanor changed the moment he held the long staff. His cloudy eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light.

"Watch closely." Uncle Tu flicked his wrist, and the long staff instantly turned into a black shadow.

The long staff seemed to come alive in his hands; he could thrust, sweep, flick, or tap with ease, each move flowing smoothly and without the slightest awkwardness.

"The python turns over!" Uncle Tu shouted, his long staff drawing a perfect arc in the air.

"White Crane Nods!" The long staff thrust down suddenly, so fast that only a blur could be seen.

"The tiger descends the mountain!" The staff flashed, making a sound like a tiger's roar.

Every movement was precise and flawless, without the slightest unnecessary force. Even a simple sweeping motion carried immense power in his hands. The flashing of the staff even produced a series of whistling sounds as it cut through the air.

In just a few moves, Fugaku became engrossed, activating his Sharingan to memorize the techniques.

Although he possesses the Sharingan, the ability to utilize its power to its fullest potential is something he truly lacks. If he could integrate these techniques into his own fighting style...

"How was it?" Uncle Tu retracted his long staff, his face neither flushed nor out of breath, as if the performance just now was extremely easy for him. "Interested in learning?"

"This is..." Fugaku stared intently at the long stick.

"This is the ancient martial art of the Yanhuang people." Uncle Tu stopped his stance and gently stroked the long staff in his hand. "The application of power emphasizes using the opponent's force against them, using four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds."

"Ancient martial arts?" Fugaku raised an eyebrow.

"What, you don't believe me?" Uncle Tu laughed as he tossed the long staff to Fugaku and took another one from the weapon rack. "Come on, I'll teach you a few moves."

Fugaku took the long staff, and with a slight movement of his wrist, he immediately felt a heavy weight. The staff was about seven feet long, dark red in color, and covered with fine patterns.

Then, Fugaku perfectly replicated the movements he had memorized with his Sharingan. The python somersaulted, the white crane nodded, and the tiger descended the mountain—every movement was fluid and graceful, exactly like Uncle Tu's performance just now.

But the feeling was completely different. Uncle Tu's long stick was as flexible as a snake, moving at will. But the long stick in his own hand felt like a stiff piece of wood.

"Wrong, wrong." Uncle Tu shook his head. "You need to use your wrist quickly, keep your hand relaxed, and treat the stick as an extension of your body. Watch carefully."

"Dragon Emerges from the Sea!" Uncle Tu shouted, sweeping his long staff horizontally along the ground. Fu Yue tried to block, but found that the staff's shadow was scattered, making it impossible to judge the true attack route.

"Bang!"

A sharp pain shot through his side, and Fugaku realized he had been hit.

"Good reaction, but still a beat too slow." Uncle Tu tapped the target with his long staff. "Again!"

"Hidden Tiger, Hidden Dragon!"

This time, Uncle Tu's attack was even more ferocious, his staff flashing and covering all of Fugaku's vital points. Just as Fugaku was about to raise his staff to block, he was struck on the left shoulder.

After taking several blows, fine beads of sweat appeared on Fugaku's forehead.

"A tiger descends the mountain!"

Uncle Tu struck again, his long staff carrying a fierce momentum as it aimed straight for Fugaku's face.

Fugaku's eyes narrowed, and subconsciously, his three-tomoe Sharingan appeared in his eyes, the trajectory of the staff shadow clearly visible.

Fugaku slightly shifted his body. Guided by his Sharingan, he precisely located the weak point of his opponent's staff and thrust it out with a fierce strike.

"clang"

A metallic clang suddenly rang out. Uncle Tu felt a jolt in his hand, and the long staff flew out of his grasp, arcing through the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

Uncle Tu didn't pick up the fallen staff; instead, his gaze fell on Fugaku's face, or more precisely, on his eyes, which shimmered with an eerie light. The three tomoe slowly rotated, exuding an inexplicable aura of power.

"Your eyes are very sharp, with a strong ability to detect things," Uncle Tu said slowly, his tone tinged with regret, "but you rely on them too much."

Fugaku frowned slightly: "What do you mean?"

(End of this chapter)