Douluo Continent: I got the Sharingan at the start!

Chapter 76 The Mangekyou Sharingan (Part 2)

Instead, he felt resentful about his own weakness, which fostered a complacent personality during his time at Shrek Academy.

Even the belief in becoming stronger dims a bit; a comfortable environment can erode a person's will.

In the Douluo Continent, strength is ultimately paramount; those who are weak will only face countless defeats.

"Without strength, you'll only be at the mercy of others and become someone else's pet."

"Shrek's Yan Shaozhe and..."

At this moment, the grievances Shrek had suffered, spurred on by their defeat against Long Aotian, finally erupted.

Emotions were no longer suppressed; a mental storm seemed to rage within my mind.

"I need power. I need immense power!!!!"

"I don't deserve that feeling of powerlessness!"

"This is my first failure, and it will be my last."

Rumble!!!

The sky suddenly darkened, as if covered in ink, becoming unusually gloomy, as if foreshadowing an impending storm.

With the soft murmur of the first raindrop, a light drizzle soon spread without warning, quickly turning into a downpour.

Rumble!

*Smash!*

Within the dark clouds, it seemed as if a lightning dragon was constantly weaving through the sky, tearing open cracks and slashing down on the ground in dense, continuous bursts.

The thunder, which had been dormant for a long time, suddenly erupted at this moment. The rolling sound waves were visible to the naked eye, spreading in all directions, making people's eardrums hurt and their minds uneasy.

Accompanied by lightning and thunder, the gale and torrential rain finally could not hold back any longer, baring their fangs and tearing fiercely at the ground, blowing the green trees this way and that, as if trying to uproot them.

The entire square suddenly became grotesque, no longer the peaceful and serene place it once was, inspiring awe and fear in all who beheld it.

"ah----"

Han Yu suddenly covered his eyes, his body trembling violently. The rain soaked his entire body, and his aura fluctuated in strength, but his mental power increased at a visible speed.

"not good!"

"Han Yu is probably going to suffer a qi deviation."

Poison Undying was instantly horrified; Han Yu's state resembled that of someone who had gone mad from practicing qi cultivation.

With a flash, he appeared in front of Han Yu in an instant.

"Cold Rain, wake up! Control your chaotic soul power!"

In a daze, Han Yu seemed to hear Du Bu Si's anxious cries.

Her previously blurred consciousness cleared up slightly.

"teacher"

His eyes snapped open, a tear of blood mixed with rainwater covering his handsome face, making him look ferocious.

"Han Yu, your eyes..."

Du Bu Si looked into Han Yu's scarlet eyes and felt a slight tremor in his heart.

In his vision, Han Yu's eyes were like deep scarlet rubies, gleaming with a cold luster in the dim light.

The Sharingan stood out starkly in the quiet darkness, its three tomoe slowly rotating like the wheel of fate, foreshadowing an unknown turn of events.

The magatama did not rotate in the usual cyclical manner, but its tail gradually lengthened, outlining blood-red streaks.

These trajectories twist and deform under constant stretching, eventually presenting a strange yet solemn geometric shape, with three magatama forming lines from points and connecting with each other.

They converge to form a pattern resembling a large windmill, and with each rotation, an ominous atmosphere seems to condense in the air.

All of this creates a bizarre and mysterious visual chaos that is impossible to look away from.

He slowly struggled to his feet.

A burst of laughter followed, "Hehehehe... Hahahahahaha..."

The cold rain whistled from his throat, and he put his hand to his forehead and forcefully closed his eyes.

Leaning slightly backward, his arms remained strong, as if he were trying to resist an invisible pressure.

The maniacal laughter seemed to surge from the depths of his soul, then flowed through his throat and tongue, eventually reaching his mouth, and finally erupted into mad laughter.

The surge of power in an instant filled Han Yu with unprecedented excitement.

"Teacher, I'm fine, better than ever before..."

His tone carried an unusual calmness and madness.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, wiped away the blood and tears, raised his head, and stared ahead.

"These eyes can see into the darkness."

Han Yu slowly turned around, a resolute smile on his face. The long sword in his hand seemed to come alive, gently but resolutely inserting itself into the scabbard on his back, making a soft "sizzle" sound.

He looked intently at Long Aotian, a crazed smile playing on his lips.

"Now, let's have another fight, Long Aotian."

The sense of challenge in the sound was clearly discernible.

Poison Undying's gaze was complex, his brows slightly furrowed. He stretched out his large, vein-covered hand and gently placed it on Han Yu's shoulder, probing in a wisp of soul power.

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Hmm? What's going on? The soul power is much stronger and more stable than before."

He murmured in disbelief.

Han Yu chuckled softly and shook her head.

"Teacher, I told you I'm fine. Now I just want to have a good match and prove my current strength."

His voice was full of determination.

Approval was evident in Du Busi's eyes.

"It seems your martial soul has evolved again. Very well, since you want to try it out, let's see what your evolved martial soul is like."

His voice held both anticipation and worry.

He nodded, though a thousand thoughts were swirling in his mind, he could only suppress them at this moment.

Long Aotian slowly walked over from the side, his eyes filled with surprise and a hint of disbelief.

"Your eyes."

Han Yu walked up to him, and the windmill pattern slowly swirled in his eyes.

"Brother Aotian, I must thank you. If it weren't for you, I probably wouldn't have been able to evolve to the highest form of these eyes so quickly." (Standard form, excluding those beyond Eternity.)

The previously gloomy sky suddenly cleared, and a rainbow illuminated the entire Body Sect.

"Now, to thank you, please experience the power of these eyes for yourself."

Long Aotian's expression changed, and he stared intently into Han Yu's scarlet eyes. At this moment, he exuded a dangerous aura.

"It seems you're very confident in your eyesight. Well then, let me see for myself."

"Tsukuyomi." (Sukyumi!)

Han Yu slowly closed his right eye, while the windmill pattern in his left eye spun, and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his eye.

"This is."

Long Aotian's pupils suddenly dilated, and the entire square vanished as if it had lost its color. The sky, stars, and clouds all became dim and lifeless, and the whole world was plunged into an eerie gray shadow.

In the silence, the only colorful speck was Han Yu's shimmering Sharingan eyes, which shone like an ominous bonfire in the night.

When he regained consciousness, he found himself bound to a cross, unable to move his hands and feet.

Han Yu stood calmly in front of Long Aotian, holding a katana.

"How long can you hold out without the Sharingan?"

He thrust his katana forward.

"Pfft—"

"Um--"

Long Aotian let out a muffled groan as a wound instantly appeared on his chest, blood flowing down his face.

Han Yu slowly drew his katana.

"ah--"

Long Aotian let out a scream, his heart filled with terror, but this was clearly not the end.

In the blink of an eye—

He opened his eyes, and the stab wound on his chest had disappeared, as if he had never been injured at all.

"That was an illusion."

"This is too real. I can clearly feel the pain."

Long Aotian muttered to himself, his eyes fixed on the two "Han Yu" figures that had appeared out of nowhere.

Two men, one wielding a katana, thrust their swords down, and the other caught up, saying:

"In the world of 'Tsukuyomi,' space, time, and mass are all under my control. For the next seventy-two hours, I will keep stabbing you with a knife."

"puff--"

"ah--"

Long Aotian was completely unable to move, and he let out a series of miserable screams.

After an unknown amount of time, Long Aotian no longer felt Han Yu's movements, and his consciousness slowly returned.

The next moment, the scene before him made his eyes widen.

"That is."

The two cold rains still stood silently in front of him, holding the katana, their faces expressionless.

"In the world of 'Tsukuyomi,' space, time, and mass are all under my control. For the next seventy-two hours, I will keep stabbing you with a knife."

"puff--"

"ah--"

Long Aotian was completely unable to move, and he let out a series of miserable screams.

"Calm down, this is an illusion."

Despite the immense physical pain, Long Aotian kept reminding himself that this was an illusion, and that everything he was experiencing was fake.

Han Yu continued to stab, one cut after another, saying:

"I don't know what your weaknesses are, but most people probably couldn't bear this kind of pain."

Don't underestimate this just because you think it's an illusion.

As he spoke, Han Yu raised his knife and stabbed again.

"What? Ah—"

"This pain is not an illusion; it is exactly the same as the pain in reality."

Long Aotian was shocked. He was panting heavily, and cold sweat soaked his clothes.

One cut after another, over and over again.

"How much longer can your spirit hold on?"

"ah--"

Long Aotian's pupils widened instantly, and he gasped for breath, the extreme pain almost causing him to faint.

"Huff, huff."

"This is."

The eerie and terrifying environment terrified him, and within the dark red space, countless figures just like him suddenly appeared.

"What kind of illusion is this? Why can't I break free? His strength should only be that of a Soul Master."

Long Aotian was panting heavily, his mind filled with doubt.

As the owner of the original martial soul, his mental strength was not low, far surpassing that of other experts of the same level. However, even so, he could not break through this environment space despite using all his mental strength.

Countless "Cold Rain" appeared instantly in front of each "Dragon Pride," each holding a katana, their scarlet eyes silently watching him.

"Seventy-one hours, fifty-nine minutes, fifty-nine seconds to go."

"There's still so much time left."

Bound to the cross, Long Aotian raised his head, his voice trembling.

Han Yu thrust out another blade.

"It's only taken this long to reach this point."

A sense of impossibility flashed through Long Aotian's mind; so much time had clearly passed.

The next moment, countless streaks of "cold rain" wielding katanas thrust out instantly—

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

The pain made Long Aotian raise his head, letting out a painful roar.

"It's not over yet. Enjoy it."

Hundreds upon hundreds of katanas rapidly magnified in Long Aotian's eyes.

"ah------"

I don't know how much time passed, but the screen rotated, and the dark red space turned from red to white.

The Body Sect Plaza.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh"

Long Aotian closed his eyes tightly, panting heavily, his body trembling violently.

Han Yu looked at Long Aotian quietly, and a soreness welled up in his eyes, making him involuntarily cover them.

Unexpectedly, "Tsukuyomi" is so terrifying that it instantly pulls the enemy into an illusionary space where he can do whatever he wants with them.

Within the illusionary space, he is "god" and can arbitrarily alter space, time, and matter.

It can even construct the scenario that the enemy fears most, delivering a devastating blow to their very soul.

However, Han Yu didn't know what Long Aotian was afraid of, so she could only torture his body. But it seemed to be working quite well.

"Well"

"How is that possible?"

(End of this chapter)