As Uchiha Madara took slow, deliberate steps forward, every Marine present instantly tensed up.
Hundreds of rifles were raised in unison, their barrels all aimed squarely at the dark-haired man striding toward them.
Beside Commander Blackbeard, a nervous officer whispered, "Careful, sir—that's Uchiha Madara! He's the one who attacked the Celestial Dragon! Suspected user of a mysterious Devil Fruit ability—extremely dangerous!"
Blackbeard waved him off, then barked coldly at Madara, "Are you here to surrender? Release the three honored lords immediately, or you'll die without even a corpse to bury!"
Madara folded his arms across his chest, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "If I release them, would you really let us go?"
The question made Blackbeard choke on his words.
Obviously not. After committing a crime at this grave, there was no chance the World Government would ever let them live—no matter what they did now.
Seeing the man's silence, Madara let out a deep, amused laugh. "Since you're not going to let us go either way, why bother releasing them? If we're bound for hell, we might as well take these three along for the trip!"
Blackbeard's face darkened instantly.
If it were up to him, he'd already have ordered his men to fire. But the truth was—he had no confidence he could defeat the two of them. So he had to swallow his anger and stall for time until Headquarters' Admiral arrived.
Finally, he shouted back, "Have you thought about your families and friends? Maybe you don't fear death—but what about the people who care about you? They'll be dragged down too!"
Before Madara could answer, Lin Xuan suddenly burst out laughing. "Sorry to disappoint you, but neither of us have any family or friends in this world!"
Blackbeard: "…"
How the hell was he supposed to respond to that?!
Meanwhile, Lin Xuan's gaze swept lazily across the surrounding Marines—over a thousand in total—and a gleam flashed in his eyes. If I haven't encountered these guys before, he thought, then that means I can still harvest a fresh batch of Prestige Points.
He smiled faintly and added, "Besides, do you people really think these three pieces of trash are worth saving?"
The question left the Marines speechless.
They wanted to say, It's not about whether they're worth saving—it's that we have no choice!
But none of them dared to voice that truth.
Lin Xuan shrugged. "Forget it then. I'll lift their Genjutsus for a bit—let you all see what they're really like."
At those words, Blackbeard and the other Marines blinked in confusion. But Madara's expression changed sharply—shock flashing in his eyes.
Wait a minute. Lin Xuan wasn't asking him to lift the Genjutsus—he was going to do it himself?!
That was impossible!
The Genjutsus binding those Celestial Dragon was his Genjutsus—woven with his Sharingan. No ordinary person could ever undo it.
Unless… Lin Xuan had some kind of ability that could counter his own powers?
Madara stared intently at him, curiosity and unease mixing within.
And then—what he saw made his heart jolt violently.
Lin Xuan's pupils turned blood-red. Three tomoe spun into existence within each iris.
The three-tomoe Sharingan.
"This… this can't be!"
Madara almost blurted it out loud.
Lin Xuan wasn't even from his world—how could he possibly possess a Sharingan? And not just any Sharingan, but a fully matured one at that!
For a moment, Madara's mind was in chaos. Was Lin Xuan also of the Uchiha clan? Was this entire world just a Genjutsus—his Genjutsus?
Why had Lin Xuan suddenly awakened the Sharingan?
The answer was simple—he had just used a Universal Copy Card.
And, as Lin Xuan expected, Madara's reaction was priceless. The corner of his lips lifted as his voice echoed directly into Madara's mind through telepathy.
"What's with that face? Didn't I tell you already? As long as you agree, anything that belongs to you—I can learn it, even without you teaching me."
Madara's mouth twitched. "You do realize that bloodline limits aren't something you can just 'learn,' right?!"
Lin Xuan only laughed. "Ordinary people can't, true. But am I ordinary? Could any ordinary person summon you here from another world through Impure World Reincarnation?"
That shut Madara up completely. He could only stare at Lin Xuan, silently reevaluating just how terrifying this man's power really was.
Lin Xuan, meanwhile, had already activated his newly copied Sharingan. As Madara looked on in disbelief, Lin Xuan's crimson eyes gleamed, and his gaze locked onto the still-hypnotized Celestial Dragon.
Since this Sharingan was copied directly from Madara, undoing his Genjutsus was child's play.
Within seconds, the Genjutsus dissolved—and Saint Rosward and his family slowly regained consciousness.
The moment they came to, they began shrieking hysterically.
Saint Charlos glared at the Marines and roared, "You useless dogs! Save us at once! If anything happens to us, the World Government will make sure you, your families, your villages, your entire countries pay for it!"
The words left Commander Blackbeard and the thousand Marines behind him utterly speechless—and inwardly dying of frustration.
Did these Celestial Dragons really not understand the situation?!
They were still in the hands of their captors, and if the Marines attacked now, the chances of hitting them by mistake were far too high!
But of course, none of them dared to show their anger. Not one.
And then—
"Ding! Congratulations, Host—Prestige Points +9,999!"
Hearing the cheerful chime in his mind, Lin Xuan couldn't help grinning.
Just as he expected—another clean sweep of Prestige Points!
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