Renegade Immortal:
Wang Lin stood at the edge of the battlefield, his breath steady, his mind focused. The vast plains stretched before him, littered with broken rocks and patches of deep scars—remnants of past battles fought in this simulated world. The sky above was a deep crimson, an artificial sunset casting long shadows across the land. In front of him, a powerful presence loomed.
Naruto Uzumaki, the boy of destiny, stood opposite him. This was no ordinary child—this was One-Tailed Naruto from the Sasuke Retrieval Arc, cloaked in a swirling aura of red, bubbling chakra, his eyes slitted and wild like a beast. His power was suffocating, his killing intent a blade pressed against Wang Lin's throat.
For just a moment, Wang Lin felt small—this was the legendary Jinchūriki, empowered by the terrifying might of the Nine-Tailed Fox. The sheer weight of Naruto's presence made the air feel heavy, crackling with raw energy. The wind around them howled as if afraid of the impending battle.
But Wang Lin wasn't the same weak cultivator from before.
He had trained.
He had fought.
He had bled and clawed his way to this point.
Now, it was time to prove himself.
For four months, Wang Lin had trained under the guidance of the Chat Group, absorbing knowledge and power from beings far beyond his world. With Naruto's teachings, he had cultivated an extraordinary technique—one that did not forcefully steal from the heavens like other methods, but instead harmonized with the universe itself. The Immortal Emperor's Gift of Immortality, as he had named it, was unlike anything the cultivation world had ever seen.
The universe nurtured him, feeding him its purest energy, refining his body and spirit beyond his previous limitations. His foundation was rock-solid, forged from the highest quality energy, his physique tempered through brutal training that reshaped his limits. He had started with nothing, no innate genius, no remarkable bloodline—yet through relentless effort and the rewards of the Chat Group, he had risen.
His battles in the VR world had been grueling. He had fought dozens of genin, honing his combat instincts against shinobi skilled in deception and strategy. Every encounter had been a stepping stone, and now he stood at the first major checkpoint—defeating a foe whose raw power could reduce mountains to rubble.
Naruto's One-Tailed Form was no joke. His speed reached at least Mach 50, his blows carried earth-shattering force, and his instincts were those of a predator honed by endless battles.
Wang Lin, however, was ready.
The foundation was set, but power alone wouldn't win this fight. Wang Lin had forged his own path—a path of darkness, deception, and overwhelming control.
His Shadow Paralysis Technique had evolved beyond its original form. No longer was it just a tool to restrict movement; Wang Lin had turned it into a silent executioner. The shadows no longer just grabbed hold of an enemy—they drained them, weakened them, siphoned their strength like leeches.
But his mastery over darkness didn't stop there. He had created dark minions, extensions of himself that moved in the night, illusions that confused even the sharpest minds.
The Earth Projection Technique had become his second skin. Wang Lin could swim through the ground as if it were water, slipping past attacks that would normally kill him. He had used it countless times in battles against faster enemies, vanishing into the earth only to emerge at the perfect moment for a strike.
His body had become a fortress.
Through Ki Enhancement, his speed had skyrocketed to Mach 50, matching Naruto's monstrous agility. His Ki Barrier provided near-instant protection, forming an invisible shield that could withstand powerful attacks. His Ki Domain, spanning ten meters, ensured that nothing could surprise him—every movement within that range was detected, analyzed, and countered before it could even fully manifest.
And then, there was Food Honor.
For months, Wang Lin had consumed the highest-quality food, absorbing its essence, reinforcing his body until he became a being of pure vitality and strength.
He had even learned Life Erasure, a skill so terrifying that it allowed him to completely erase his presence, making him undetectable even to the most sensitive of warriors.
But in the end, all of these were stepping stones to his true ultimate attack.
In his hand, Wang Lin gripped his lance.
It wasn't just any weapon. It was an extension of his will, a harbinger of destruction, a weapon infused with the terrifying principles of a Nail Gun technique.
His Telekinetic Hold wrapped around the lance, enhancing its control beyond physical limitations. Every movement was calculated to perfection.
And then, the final touch—Lance Strike.
A single thrust.
A single motion.
Yet, it would strike ten times in the same place.
This was Wang Lin's ultimate spear technique, a move designed to bypass defenses and annihilate anything caught in its path.
As the tension reached its peak, Wang Lin's grip tightened around his weapon. Across from him, Naruto let out a guttural growl, his red chakra cloak flaring violently, the demonic energy of the Nine-Tails bleeding into the world.
The air exploded as Naruto launched forward, his fist cutting through the atmosphere with terrifying force.
Wang Lin vanished.
The moment Naruto's attack landed, the earth shattered, a massive crater forming where Wang Lin had stood. But the cultivator had already dived into the ground, moving through the earth like a ghost, re-emerging behind his foe.
His shadows stretched, reaching for Naruto's legs, but the boy reacted instinctively, flipping into the air with raw, animalistic speed.
A game of predator and prey had begun.
The battlefield was a place steeped in history—a place where legends were forged in the heat of battle. The very ground beneath them had borne witness to the fateful duel between Naruto Uzumaki and Sasuke Uchiha, where destinies had been shaped and the course of history altered. Now, it would witness another battle, one that would test Wang Lin's very limits.
The moment Wang Lin arrived, he could feel it—an overwhelming killing intent, pressing down on him like an ocean crashing upon a lone boat. The weight of it threatened to crush his resolve, but he had endured too much, fought too many battles in the VR world, to be shaken so easily. He gritted his teeth and pushed through it, steadying his breathing.
Across from him, Naruto let out a primal roar, his voice distorted by the monstrous chakra that cloaked his body. The force of the soundwave rippled through the air, sending out a devastating shockwave that cracked the stone statues around them. Wang Lin was forced to dig his feet into the ground, stabilizing himself by enhancing his body with Ki Enhancement. Even then, he slid back several meters before finally coming to a halt.
And before he could even catch his breath—Naruto was upon him.
Naruto lunged like a rabid beast, his body propelled by raw chakra, moving at blinding speeds. His claws lashed out, each strike extended by the crimson aura of the Nine-Tailed Fox's chakra cloak. The claws were massive, as large as Wang Lin himself, and they tore through the air with devastating force.
Wang Lin barely managed to react in time. His Ki Domain gave him a fraction of a second's warning, allowing him to twist his body and dodge the first claw swipe, the sheer force of the attack splitting the ground beneath him. Another claw came, and another—Naruto's assault was relentless, his attacks wild and overwhelming, like a hurricane of destruction.
Wang Lin countered swiftly, using Telekinetic Push to blast Naruto backward. The sudden force sent the berserk Jinchūriki skidding across the ground, leaving deep trenches in his wake. But if Wang Lin had hoped to slow him down, it had the opposite effect.
Naruto roared again—this time, in pure fury.
His mouth opened wide, and from the depths of his throat, a ball of red chakra condensed, swirling and crackling with violent energy. A moment later, a chakra laser beam erupted toward Wang Lin like a cannon blast.
Wang Lin barely had time to raise his shields. The beam struck with incredible force, pushing him back several meters, his feet carving lines into the earth. The intense heat and pressure rattled his bones, but his shields held—just barely.
The moment the beam dissipated, Wang Lin acted without hesitation. His chains lashed out, coiling around Naruto's body like serpents. But the moment they touched the corrosive chakra cloak, they began to sizzle and melt, the intense demonic energy eating away at them.
Damn, his chakra is corrosive! Wang Lin thought, realizing that prolonged exposure would destroy his weapons.
Naruto, now bound, slammed his claws into the ground, and suddenly, massive chakra hands erupted from the earth. Each one was the size of a boulder, reaching out like the hands of a vengeful spirit, trying to crush Wang Lin where he stood.
Thinking quickly, Wang Lin activated Shadow Paralysis.
The technique took hold, and for a brief moment, Naruto froze, his entire body locking up as dark tendrils slithered up his form. His raging chakra struggled against it, but Wang Lin had modified the technique—this wasn't just a restriction, it was a drain. The shadows siphoned his energy, slowing him down just enough for Wang Lin to make his move.
Now!
With a burst of Telekinetic Hold, he reinforced his chains, tightening them like an iron grip. Naruto thrashed violently, his rage boiling over, but Wang Lin was already moving.
His lance shimmered, Ki flowing through its length, amplifying its piercing power.
And then, he struck.
Lance Strike!
A single thrust—yet the force of ten strikes landed in the exact same spot. The impact sent Naruto flying like a bullet, his body slamming into the statues behind him, shattering stone upon impact.
But Wang Lin knew the fight was far from over.
Even as the dust settled, he could see it—Naruto's red chakra cloak flickering, his right arm nearly obliterated from the attack. His body lay in the rubble for just a moment before—
ROAAAAARRR!!
The sound that erupted from Naruto was not human.
In an instant, the red chakra surged, boiling over as his arm regenerated before Wang Lin's eyes. The corrosive energy gathered in Naruto's palm, spiraling violently.
Wang Lin's eyes widened.
Rasengan.
But this wasn't a normal Rasengan. The chakra cloak around Naruto's body was feeding into it, making it even more unstable, more destructive.
If that hits me, I'm dead.
Wang Lin moved without hesitation, vanishing into the shadows as Naruto charged, the Rasengan glowing like a miniature sun in his hand.
As Naruto charged forward, his Rasengan swirling like a miniature sun, Wang Lin acted immediately. With a flicker of darkness, his body sank into the ground, slipping beneath the battlefield like a phantom. At the same time, his shadow wolves lunged from all directions, their monstrous forms snapping and clawing at the enraged Jinchūriki.
Naruto didn't even hesitate—with a savage growl, he smashed the Rasengan forward, obliterating the first wave of shadow wolves. Their bodies exploded into dark mist, yet more kept coming, circling him like ravenous beasts. They weren't meant to win—just to distract.
Beneath the surface, Wang Lin calculated his next move.
The battle had already revealed a crucial flaw in Berserk Naruto's combat style—his fighting instincts were beast-like, not tactical. He didn't dodge, didn't react with intelligence—he simply attacked whatever was in front of him. If Wang Lin wanted to win, he couldn't play a battle of attrition. The monstrous stamina of a Jinchūriki meant that Naruto could fight at full power for hours, even days.
Wang Lin couldn't afford that.
One decisive strike. One kill move. That was the only way.
Still submerged beneath the battlefield, Wang Lin spread his Ki Domain, scanning every movement above. Naruto was still raging, tearing through the shadow wolves with clawed hands and chakra strikes, but he wasn't moving much—he was waiting for Wang Lin to resurface.
Perfect.
A plan took shape in Wang Lin's mind.
Step One: Keep Naruto focused on the wrong target.
Emerging just a fraction from the ground, Wang Lin crafted a decoy clone using dark energy, making it seem as if he had reappeared. The clone materialized on top of the broken statues, brandishing a lance as if preparing a final attack.
Naruto's blood-red eyes locked onto it instantly.
With a snarl, he charged, his chakra cloak flaring, preparing to tear Wang Lin apart.
And that was the moment Wang Lin struck from below.
As Naruto leaped at the fake Wang Lin, the real Wang Lin burst from the ground behind him—his Ki-enhanced lance already thrusting forward at full speed.
But this wasn't a normal strike.
Wang Lin had fused two of his strongest techniques—Life Erasure and Lance Strike.
Life Erasure made it so that his presence, his killing intent, and even the sound of his attack were completely erased.
Lance Strike meant that his single thrust would land ten times in the same exact spot—all at once.
Naruto, in his berserk state, did not sense the attack.
The lance drove forward.
It pierced the base of Naruto's skull, the first strike shattering through the chakra cloak like glass. The next nine impacts followed in a split second, drilling through his spine, bypassing even the Jinchūriki's insane regeneration.
The beast froze mid-air.
For the first time since the battle began, Naruto's body twitched—as if confused, as if his monstrous instincts had finally registered something he could not recover from.
Then, with a low gasp, he collapsed forward—the Rasengan in his hand vanishing into flickering embers.
A long silence followed.
Then, as if the battle had never even begun, the red chakra dissipated, revealing Naruto's unconscious form lying motionless on the ruined battlefield.
Wang Lin exhaled slowly, lowering his lance. He had won.