Uchiha Puppet Master, Starting from One Piece.

At the boundary of the sphere, the displaced air is instantly plasmaized under ultra-high pressure, forming a ring-shaped plasma halo that is thousands of times hotter than the surface of the sun.

The light emitted by the halo illuminated the entire battlefield, and the light, dozens of times brighter than daytime, instantly erased all shadows within a radius of tens of kilometers.

The moment the black crystals on the surface of Im's fist came into contact with the connection point, it was like ice meeting plasma, and an irreversible structural collapse spread from the point of contact to the entire surface of the fist.

The black crystal, compressed to its limit by Im, sublimated directly from solid to nothingness in less than 0.1 seconds, without even going through an intermediate state, and simply disappeared from Im's fist.

On the surface of Im's fist, a gap the size of a fingernail appeared at the point of contact with the protective layer.

At the opening, Im's skin was exposed.

For the first time in seven hundred years, Im's body was completely unprotected.

This is the Truth-Seeking Ball. The Bloodline Limit possesses the power of Bloodline Elimination, and naturally also has the characteristics of Dust Release.

Im did not retreat, but his body reacted even more thoroughly the moment the gap appeared. His left index finger touched the gap on the surface of his right fist at a speed far exceeding the speed of sound. The instant his fingertip touched the gap, a new layer of protective power spread from Im's fingertip to the entire surface of his fist, as if someone had poured a layer of new water on a broken ice surface. The water quickly froze in the sub-zero air, completely filling the gap.

However, the filling process was 0.3 seconds slower than Im had anticipated.

0.3 seconds.

For the average person, this is so short as to be negligible.

But for Im, this 0.3-second delay was longer than any power recovery he had experienced in the past seven hundred years.

Im finally looked away from the black dot on Shiraha's fingertip and back at Shiraha under the Susanoo mask.

Those eyes, somewhere between red and gold, remained devoid of any emotion—no pride, no contempt, no anger, no excitement.

Bai Yu looked at Im with the same gaze that an adult would give to a child building a sandcastle. It wasn't out of contempt that he was devoid of emotion, but rather because the gap between them was so vast that any emotion would be meaningless.

Im's lips twitched slightly.

That wasn't a smile, but a reaction of his facial muscles without his own awareness.

This reaction had never occurred in Im's seven hundred years of life, so much so that when Im felt the tiny movement at the corner of his mouth, it took his brain a full 0.5 seconds to decipher the meaning of this muscle movement.

It was a bitter expression.

Im's body was reacting in ways he himself was unwilling to acknowledge.

The black dot on Bai Yu's fingertip began its second transformation the instant Im finished filling the gap in the fist.

The black dot is no longer a static point the size of a pinhead, but begins to oscillate rapidly in space. The frequency of the oscillation is so high that the black dot is no longer a black dot in the visual perception, but a black vertical line that is purer than any pigment.

The length of the vertical line begins to increase from one centimeter.

Two centimeters, five centimeters, ten centimeters, twenty centimeters.

With each centimeter of growth, a strange visual phenomenon appears along the trajectory of the vertical line in space. The space on both sides of the trajectory is like a book that has been opened halfway, beginning to open to both sides. The opened pages are not light, nor darkness, but a pure void without any reference.

All the words in human languages ​​used to describe "nothingness" seem pale and ridiculous in the face of that emptiness, because that emptiness is not the absence of matter, but the absence of meaning itself.

Anything that enters that void will not disappear or be destroyed, but will lose the attribute of "existence" itself.

Bai Yu gently pushed her fingers forward.

The vertical line detached from Bai Yu's fingertips and began to move freely in space.

Its movement trajectory is not a straight line, not a curve, not any path that can be described mathematically, but like a black venomous snake swimming in three-dimensional space. Each of its movements leaves a temporary crack in space that automatically heals after 0.1 seconds.

The vertical line did not fly towards Im.

It swam about five meters around Im's body, like a shark circling its prey.

With each circle drawn, something Im could sense would diminish a little.

It took Im two seconds to realize what the vertical line was doing.

It severs the connection between Im and this space.

Sever all the binding relationships between the existence of Im and this physical space.

Just as when you uninstall a program from an operating system, the system cuts off the connection between that program and all system resources, that vertical line is severing Im's connection to this world, one by one.

Im's Observation Haki is being cut.

Im's Conqueror's Haki is being cut.

Im's control over all the rules of this world is being severed.

Im thrust his right hand forward suddenly. This time, the crack in his palm did not split open. Instead, his entire palm seemed to melt, turning into a shapeless, constantly flowing black fluid.

The fluid detached from his wrist, deformed and stretched in the air, and finally formed a black humanoid shape that was exactly the same size as Im himself.

The black humanoid figure has no facial features or body details; it is simply a pure black, humanoid void.

The humanoid figure walked towards Bai Yu.

Each of its steps does not touch the ground, but rather the folds of space. With each step, its feet create a tiny singularity in space that lasts for less than 0.1 seconds. The gravitational pull of that singularity is enough to cause everything within tens of meters to fall toward it.

Susanoo drew a sword from his waist with his right hand.

This strike was unlike any other before.

The moment the blade was drawn, the color of the entire sky changed.

The sky, originally illuminated by the plasma halo, transformed into a hue that could not be described by any known color name the moment Susanoo drew his sword. It was neither like day nor night, but rather as if the entire color gamut of the sky had been rewritten from the bottom up. All the colors you recognize were still there, but their order, brightness, and saturation contrast had all been changed to something completely unfamiliar.

The blade traced an arc from Susanoo's waist, and along the arc's trajectory, space seemed to part neatly to both sides like a piece of silk sliced ​​by a paper cutter.

The black humanoid figure is in the path of the blade.

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The black humanoid figure was cleaved in two by the blade.

The two halves of the body attempted to re-merge the moment they separated. They moved toward each other like two cut magnets, and countless black tentacles emerged from the contact surface, trying to weave the two halves back together.

But a force remained in the trajectory of the blade, forming an insulating layer thinner than a cell membrane at the contact surface between the two halves of the body. The insulating layer was not strong enough to block any physical attack, but it precisely prevented all information exchange between the two halves of the black humanoid body.

Without information exchange, the two halves of the body cannot coordinate and merge. They are like two completely independent individuals, each futilely waving their tentacles in the air, trying to find each other.

On Im's right wrist, the wound left by the black humanoid figure after it detached was slowly healing.

The healing speed was an order of magnitude slower than the previous pinprick-sized nick on my wrist.

Im finally stopped all attacks.

He stood in the center of the ground, which had sunk more than ten meters, looking up at the hundred-meter-tall Susanoo. The white feathers under Susanoo's mask were also looking down at him.

The two stared at each other for a full five seconds.

For five seconds, there was no sound, no vibration, and no fluctuation of power on the battlefield.

"Uchiha Hakuha".

Im spoke.

His voice was no longer calm, but it also lacked anger or fear.

"You remind me of some things I had forgotten."

Bai Yu remained silent.

Susanoo made no move.

"What I forgot is that this body hasn't felt threatened in seven hundred years."

Im's voice became very low, so low that it sounded like he was talking to himself: "Seven hundred years is too long. It's so long that my body has forgotten the feeling of pain, forgotten the fear of being hurt, forgotten the instinctive reaction that a creature should have when facing a higher level of existence."

Im raised his right hand, looking at the gap in his fist that had just been filled.

"Your power does not belong to any system in this world."

This time it's not a question, but a statement.

Bai Yu's Rinnegan finally showed a slight change.

Im made a decision.

He clenched his right fist and slammed it into the center of his chest.

The moment it struck, ripples spread outwards from Im's chest, like water ripples after ripples from a stone thrown in. Each ripple, reaching the edge of his body, took away a layer of something from Im's body. The first ripple took away the outer layer of protective power, the second the inner layer, and the third the invisible medium attached to Im's skin that connected him to the fundamental physical rules of this world.

After three ripples, the protective force on Im's body completely disappeared.

It wasn't stripped away, but rather released by Im voluntarily.

He released all the protective power that this body had accumulated over the past seven hundred years into the outside of his body at once.

The released power did not dissipate, but instead formed a swirling vortex of power around Im's body, with a diameter of over two hundred meters.

The vortex was not black, not red, not any single color, but rather like a shattered kaleidoscope, with countless fragments of color tumbling, colliding, merging, and splitting within it. Each color represented Im's control over a certain rule of this world over the past seven hundred years.

His feet then created a crater more than five meters deep in the ground, and he was launched backward like a cannonball.

The ejection speed exceeded the speed of sound in the air by dozens of times, so that the atmosphere in front of his body was not pushed aside during the movement, but was directly compressed into a thin plasma barrier with a density higher than steel.

The barrier left a trail in Im's path, like the wake of a shooting star streaking across the night sky. But this trail was not light; it was a band of debris composed of crushed spatial fragments, shimmering with an eerie silver light.

Im moved more than three kilometers in less than 0.1 seconds.

Three kilometers away, Im's feet landed firmly on the ground again.

He looked up at the location where Bai Yu was, three kilometers away.

Susanoo remained in the same spot.

Bai Yu was still looking at Im from under the Susanoo's mask.

Im's body was three kilometers away, but even though his Observation Haki was almost rendered ineffective by the vertical lines, it still sent a signal to his brain that made all the muscles in his body subconsciously tighten.

Chapter 244 Incarnation

Bai Yu's body did not make any movement inside Susanoo, but from Im's perspective, the entire Susanoo did not appear smaller or farther away. Rather, it maintained the exact same visual size in Im's vision, as if the laws of perspective themselves were denied by Bai Yu's eyes at a distance of three kilometers.

Im exerted force with his feet again.

This time, instead of retreating, they moved to the side.

His body constantly folds in space along its movement trajectory. Each fold causes him to jump directly from one spatial coordinate to another. The frequency of folding is so high that his body no longer appears to move continuously in the visual sense, but rather appears simultaneously in multiple different locations within a three-kilometer range.

Multiple Ims exist simultaneously, each moving in a different direction, and each using different spatial abilities to confuse Bai Yu's senses.

Bai Yu's eyes twitched.