"Listen up, you natives of this lowly planet. I come from the strongest combat race in the universe, the Saiyan!"
"Marcel, that is my name. You must remember it. To be destroyed under this name is an honor for you natives!"
The Saiyan, Marcel, stood tall and imposing, like a god gazing down upon lesser beings. His eyes fixed on the strange man with one red eye and one ringed eye who had addressed him.
At the same time, he delivered a merciless declaration to everyone present.
The moment his words fell, the surrounding ninja were both shocked and furious.
This alien, Marcel, spoke as if he intended to wipe out the entire Ninja World.
Worse, his tone made it clear he saw this world as worthless, placing himself far above them all. That arrogance ignited anger in every heart present.
"I have no interest in remembering the names of the dead."
Obito scoffed coldly and thrust his hand toward Marcel, activating the Rinnegan.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
A barrage of missiles shot toward Marcel.
Marcel merely glanced at them, his face filled with disdain. He did not move, arms still crossed, as if dodging was beneath him.
Boom, boom, boom!
The missiles struck him directly.
But when the smoke cleared, everyone's expressions froze in shock.
Marcel stood completely unharmed. His breathing was steady, his expression unchanged. Not even a strand of his long, waist-length hair was out of place.
"Damn it!"
Obito's face darkened.
He had expected the Saiyan to be strong, but not to this extent.
The Asura Path's attacks had done absolutely nothing.
"Universal Pull!"
Obito roared, unleashing the Deva Path's power once more. A powerful gravitational force descended upon Marcel.
Yet to his disbelief, Marcel did not move at all.
Only his long hair swayed slightly in the air.
Obito's expression turned grim, shock flashing uncontrollably in his eyes.
The opponent's strength had far exceeded his expectations.
"As a tickle, this force is acceptable. I feel comfortable."
Marcel nodded slightly in approval.
Obito's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.
Then Marcel slowly raised his hand and pointed a finger at Obito.
Pfft!
A thin beam of energy, no thicker than a thumb, shot forward.
In that instant, Obito felt as though a terrifying beast had locked onto him. It was as if a blade hovered at his throat.
Every hair on his body stood on end.
A deep sense of danger surged within him.
He knew that if he were hit, even survival would come at the cost of severe injury.
The attack was not only powerful, it was fast. Ordinary Chunin would not even perceive it. Only elite Jonin or above could hope to react.
This Saiyan was truly formidable.
But Obito did not dodge.
Though he had transplanted the Rinnegan, his Kamui Sharingan remained.
The moment the beam struck him, Kamui activated automatically. The attack passed straight through his body and slammed into the ground behind him.
Boom!
A deep, bottomless crater appeared where the beam landed.
"Oh?"
Marcel's previously indifferent expression shifted slightly.
"Interesting."
A mere being with a combat value barely over three hundred had such a trick.
"Lava Release: Molten Sludge Technique!"
A clear, cold voice rang out.
Mei Terumī seized the moment, releasing a torrent of highly corrosive acid toward Marcel.
Boom!
A burst of energy erupted from Marcel's body, instantly deflecting the attack.
It was not that Marcel feared it. Mei Terumī's combat value barely exceeded one hundred, while his reached two thousand.
To him, she was nothing more than an insect. Her attacks could not harm him in the slightest.
It was simply unpleasant to look at.
The surrounding ninja felt their hearts sink.
Mei Terumī, the Mizukage of the Hidden Mist, stood at the peak of the Ninja World. Yet her Bloodline Limit could not even touch this man.
And Marcel had not even moved.
Ryūjin Uchiha observed everything silently, his gaze cold.
He made no move, allowing Obito, Mei Terumī, and the others to test Marcel's strength.
This was intentional.
He wanted them to understand what kind of existence they were facing.
Whoosh!
After deflecting the acid, Marcel slowly turned his head. His cold, emotionless gaze landed directly on Mei Terumī.
Her body tensed instantly.
At the same time, Marcel raised his hand again and pointed at her.
A thin layer of sweat formed on her forehead.
"Chibaku Tensei!"
At that moment, Obito shouted.
Having mastered the Rinnegan further, he now unleashed one of its most powerful techniques.
Crack, crack, crack!
A mysterious force lifted Marcel into the air. At the same time, an overwhelming gravitational pull surged outward.
The ground shattered, breaking apart as massive chunks of rock rose into the sky.
They converged rapidly, forming a colossal sphere dozens of meters wide.
Marcel was completely sealed within it.
"What a terrifying sealing technique!"
"Those eyes, is he from the Uchiha Clan?"
"Since when does Konoha have someone this strong?"
Gasps filled the battlefield.
For most ninja, such a technique was beyond comprehension.
Even a Tailed Beast would struggle against something like this.
Though, more than a year ago, all Tailed Beasts had already been extracted by Ryūjin Uchiha. None remained.
All eyes locked onto the massive floating sphere.
Had it worked?
But then...
Boom!
The sphere exploded.
Countless fragments shot outward in every direction.
Each piece carried force comparable to a Jonin's shuriken.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
The air screamed as debris rained down upon the battlefield.
The ninja scrambled to evade or defend.
Many were injured, and weaker ones died instantly.
"How is this possible!"
Obito's voice trembled in disbelief.
Chibaku Tensei had only restrained him for seconds.
This Marcel was terrifying.
Fugaku, Mei Terumī, Baki, and the others stood stunned.
"You have quite a few tricks."
Marcel floated in the air, arms crossed, looking down at them like insects.
"But in the end, they are nothing more than the futile struggles of the weak."
Crack, crack, crack!
A surge of chakra erupted.
The eyes of Konoha's Sixth Hokage, Uchiha Fugaku, spun rapidly as blue energy gathered around him.
In moments, a massive blue giant formed.
Fifty to sixty meters tall, clad in armor, wearing a Tengu mask, wielding two massive blades.
Susanoo.
The battlefield erupted in shock.
The giant advanced step by step.
Each movement shook the earth.
"Interesting. A combat value just over a hundred suddenly rises to over four hundred."
"Their power can fluctuate. Curious."
Marcel observed with interest.
"But still useless."
Boom!
The Susanoo closed in and brought its blade down toward Marcel.
Marcel did not dodge.
He simply raised his fist.
Boom!
The blade shattered instantly upon impact.
The entire Susanoo was sent flying backward.
"What!"
"Even Susanoo can't withstand him!"
The ninja were horrified.
Fugaku struggled to stabilize himself, shock raging within him.
Whoosh!
Marcel moved.
In an instant, he appeared beside Fugaku, faster than Fugaku could react.
Another punch followed.
Boom!
The Susanoo shattered completely.
Fugaku was sent flying like a cannonball, blood spraying from his mouth mid-air.
At that moment, Ryūjin raised his hand.
"Universal Pull."
Fugaku was drawn directly toward him.
He staggered as he landed, breathing heavily.
"Lord Ryūjin... it seems none of us can match him."
"Step back."
Fugaku obeyed without hesitation.
Ryūjin then walked forward, one step at a time, toward Marcel.
"It seems you are the strongest here."
Marcel studied him with curiosity.
"How ridiculous. The strongest, yet only a combat value of over four hundred... Na... Nani!"
His words stopped abruptly.
Shock overtook his face.
The readings on his scouter surged wildly.
Eight hundred. One thousand. Fifteen hundred. Two thousand.
It kept rising.
Five thousand. Eight thousand. Ten thousand.
Twenty thousand. Thirty thousand. Forty thousand.
Finally, it stopped at forty-two thousand.
"Impossible! This is impossible!"
Marcel shouted in disbelief.
Such a level was rare even among Saiyans.
It was twenty times his own.
How could such a being exist on a planet like this?
"Useless junk."
Marcel ripped off the device and threw it to the ground.
Still, his expression turned serious.
Even without it, he could feel the immense pressure radiating from Ryūjin.
"Universal Pull."
Ryūjin extended his hand.
A massive force seized Marcel.
For the first time, Marcel could not resist.
Like a leaf caught in a storm, he was dragged uncontrollably toward Ryūjin.
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