Zongman Invasion: I Can Absorb Others' Abilities

Through the cloak that concealed his face, one could see that the man was none other than the handsome Lu Xiaobu.

He held the ancient Bible, which symbolizes glory and justice, in his left hand, and the holy cross in his right hand, muttering a prayer:

"The world will eventually end, and the moment that determines the fate of mankind has arrived! Fallen resurrected from the grave, you will accept the denunciations of the innocent and the judgment of the gods. The gods and the dead innocent souls will eventually witness the disappearance of evil.

For a moment, let the deceased rest in peace."

"Wow!"

Countless people suddenly appeared on the empty seats. They seemed to have been oppressed and tortured by Wu Zhenyu, and each one shouted excitedly, vying to tell each other's crimes.

"No, no...that's not true!"

Wu Zhenyu's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and his pupils were getting bigger and bigger. The faces of the people below became clearer and clearer, and finally turned into the creatures he had brutally killed, pouring out his sins and cruelty.

Until he saw a middle-aged man wearing black-framed glasses with thick lenses, who was polite and had the air of a scholar, and finally collapsed and screamed.

"Ah... no, I didn't! This is all false, all false..."

He suddenly let out a shrill roar, as if he had seen the most devastating existence in the world.

At this moment, Wu Zhenyu was a thug on trial, unable to resist and unable to resist. It was the supreme judgment initiated from his spiritual world.

If he has ever committed a heinous crime, at this moment, he will definitely accept the punishment of fate.

"Wow!"

There was a sound of a metal machine amplifying the sound.

At the top of the towering church building, a round roof slid slowly, and a ray of light as hot as the sun shone from the sky, as if it came from the oldest judgment and punishment.

"Ah... no... no, I don't want to die..."

Wu Zhenyu struggled wildly and looked at the metal iron cover above his head, sliding further and further open. A ray of rays of light that was like a real sun turned into a beam of light, dazzling like the light of the sun shooting from the sky.

"Zi la!"

He was like an ancient dark creature that had been burned by the scorching sun. Black smoke was rising all over his body, his body was shaking violently, and he was wailing and screaming in despair.

"No……"

With the last scream that echoed in the church, Wu Zhenyu turned into fly ash, raised a cloud of dust from the cross, and disappeared completely.

[Ding, you rely on the extraordinary bloodline 'Sharingan' to create a new illusion world. The creativity is extremely realistic, and you will receive a special reward of 3,000 points. 】

[Ding, you created a new mystery and illusion, please name it]

Since it is judgment and represents justice and divine punishment, it is called:

"Magic-Judgment Day"

All illusions fade away like the tide.

Qiye let out a muffled groan, and a line of blood flowed from his eyes. This was the sequelae of the huge consumption of pupil power.

This has never happened before when using the Sharingan. It can be seen that the illusion world he created is so real that it almost forms a real world, so it has such a powerful burden.

"Using the power of the Sharingan Eyes of the Sanmagatama to create this kind of real illusion, is it really too much?"

He couldn't help but think.

Sharingan fades!

After repeated battles, he successively killed a chuunin, Haku, Zabuza, and two of the sound ninja. He gained a large amount of chakra usage skills and related experience, and became extremely proficient.

In the past, he had no idea of ​​creating his own ninjutsu, but after personally experiencing the mysterious illusion performed by Wu Zhenyu, his desire to create suddenly arose like a tide.

I have learned 300 Tang poems and Song lyrics. I cannot compose poems, but I can also recite them.

This is the biggest benefit he gets from combining the vast amount of chakra experience and many basic chakra ninjutsu, not those basic ninjutsu.

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Konoha forbidden area storage room, underground corridor.

Wu Zhenyu, who was originally dead, was resurrected after his ghost body formed again.

But at this time, his face was dull, as if he had not yet recovered from the 'reality', the world that pointed directly at the real judgment in his heart.

Qiye saw the opponent condense his body again, resisted the sting in his eyes, swung the decapitating knife, leaped forward, and slashed with the knife.

"puff!"

Wu Zhenyu died again.

The bone-crushing knife that he had always held in his hand had fallen to the ground when he died for the first time.

Qiye took the opportunity to roll over, picked up the bone-crushing knife on the ground, kept a safe distance from the opponent, and became alert.

I have to admit that with Wu Zhenyu's physical condition, ordinary means can no longer defeat him, but he got the bone-crushing knife again, and the advantage and initiative returned to his side.

"...You, you!"

Wu Zhenyu regrouped his body and saw the bone-crushing knife under his feet falling into Lu Xiaobu's hand. His dull eyes finally regained some vitality. He pointed at the opponent with his trembling right hand, not knowing how to express his inner collapse.

"You lost, boss!"

Qiye put away the beheading knife and held the bone-crushing knife tightly, feeling the familiar feeling coming from it, with a proud look on his face.

The advantage that I lost is back to my side again.

"...Yes, I was defeated, defeated in your hands."

Wu Zhenyu looked extremely weak, which was the sequelae of mental trauma. He was stunned for a moment, and although he did not want to admit it, he still admitted his failure freely and easily.

There is no shame in losing to someone you recognize.

But soon, he smiled confidently, "But can you kill me?"

Qiye's expression froze, but the next second, when Wu Zhenyu was looking up to the sky and laughing wildly with pride, he said quietly: "Boss, who gave you this illusion of confidence?"

Wu Zhenyu was stunned for a moment, but soon he understood other meanings from Lu Xiaobu's words. He grinned:

"You can't kill me, and the bone-crushing knife can't imprison me forever. As long as you still use the bone-crushing knife, as long as you still use that weird power, I will come back sooner or later. Aren't these enough to make me proud?"

Qiye thought about it carefully and nodded in agreement, "That's true. Although I don't want to admit it, it is indeed true."

"Haha... kid, you are still too young. Although I lost, I won again."

Wu Zhenyu laughed wildly, it was a kind of pride that was hidden behind the scenes.

Qiye tilted his head, turned up the corners of his mouth, and showed a strange smile. He lazily put the bone-crushing knife on his shoulder, bared his teeth and said, "Xiao Wu, there is an old friend who asked me to say hello to you."

Wu Zhenyu: "???"

"Did you forget so quickly?"

Qiye's smile was strange, and the expression on his face was unfathomable and mysterious. "That was a story from a long, long time ago! Have you forgotten your 'nickname'? And those old friends you have long forgotten?"

Wu Zhenyu's pupils gradually widened, and his nostrils began to breathe heavily. He staggered back in disbelief. Thinking of his long-ago youth, the close friend who had grown up with him, he shouted inaudibly:

"No, no... This is absolutely impossible! He is already dead. He cannot be dead anymore..."

Qiye swung the bone-crushing knife across his chest, and one finger of his left hand broke when he hit the blade.

"when!"

A thick and melodious echo.

"Brother Anthony, I have fulfilled your instructions and it is your turn to appear."

When Wu Zhenyu heard the three words 'Anthony', the emotions he had been trying to suppress finally broke out.

His eyes were bloodshot and he yelled crazily: "Damn, you really deserve to die... You shouldn't have offended me with my dead best friend."

The words have fallen!

He had no scruples, like a crazy buffalo, rushing towards Qiye crazily, looking exactly like a street gangster fighting with gangsters.

Just then!

A faint light appeared on the shiny blade of the bone-crushing knife, and Anthony's strange and terrifying mutilated face appeared on the blade.

A green vortex appeared from the blade.

Astonishing cold air, mixed with gloomy ghostly air, continuously emerged from the vortex, eventually forming a portal.

Looking in through the portal, you can see the slaughterhouse, with rows of scary meat racks, a dazzling sight.

"Danglanglang!"

The metal chains rubbed and collided with each other, dragging on the floor, making a crisp sound of metal clashing, coming from the vortex.

A burly man, with bare arms full of wounds and wearing a blood-stained and oil-stained leather apron, stepped out of the whirlpool.

He is like a butcher hanging out in a slaughterhouse.

"...Yes, it's you!???"

Wu Zhenyu was about to rush to Qiye, but when he saw the middle-aged man walking out of the vortex, he suddenly stopped and screamed in horror.

Anthony's face was covered with hideous scars, and half of his face was corroded by sulfuric acid. The skin and flesh on his face were completely corroded, revealing white bones covered with tiny pits with white maggots crawling in and out.

Isn't this kind of cruelty the result of what they once inflicted on each other?

If there is anything in this world that people can forget in the ruthless passage of time, but only that familiar face cannot be forgotten even until death.

At this moment, Anthony's eyes were bloodshot, and the suppressed anger in his body was almost solid. Even a blind man could feel the anger of the other party.

But he didn't even look at his former enemy. Instead, he turned around and looked at Uchiha Nanaya, the anger on his face slightly dissipated, and he said with a gentle and grateful expression:

"My friend, Anthony is unworthy of your friendship."

Although he was thanking Uchiha Nanaya, his lips were trembling, his eyes were filled with tears, and he almost choked. This was the last moment of tranquility before he suddenly had a channel to vent his inner emotions after suppressing them to the extreme.

Qiye felt Anthony's sadness and heard the other party's sincere gratitude.

He nodded slightly, "Now, he is yours."

The words have fallen!

Qiye's eyes were slightly drowsy, and he caught a glimpse of the strange chains on the ground that spread from another time and space to this place.

The thick chain was dragged out of the snow, still covered with water droplets and moisture, but at this time, it was stretched extremely tight by Anthony, as if it had touched the limit length of the chain.

From the place where the steel drill penetrated the high-waisted rain boots he stepped on, blood flowed out like a fountain, constantly gushing out from the gap and spattering on the floor.

But Anthony did not utter any pain, let alone a muffled groan. What level of hatred must be reached to ignore all physical pain?

He couldn't think of it for seven nights, and he didn't dare to think about it.

Therefore, he clutched the bone-crushing knife tightly, with some kind of alertness in his heart, and carefully retreated more than ten steps to keep a sufficient safe distance from both sides.

He could still remember Anthony's nervous rage before.

He doesn't want to attack the other person because he is already very pitiful, but that doesn't mean that after he attacks himself, he will let the other person go.