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Thoughts whirled. Remembering the genius feats of Itachi Uchiha, Wu Chen could only secretly lament that this yet-to-be-born junior was too monstrous. It was better not to compare. Compared to Itachi Uchiha, Wu Chen's hard-won self-esteem instantly became worthless again.
"Every person's Susanoo is different. Although you are indeed far inferior to Itachi Uchiha, there's no need to be discouraged. Even if your future Susanoo's weapons are scrap metal and you wield a woodcutter's axe, you can still contend with a Tailed Beast."
Ling'er returned to her normal appearance, then said faintly, her tone carrying a hint of pity and sympathy.
"Puff!"
Wu Chen burst out laughing, not out of joy, but out of anger! Although he knew Ling'er was comforting him, these words were clearly more offensive than pointing a finger and cursing him.
"Hmph, even if my future Susanoo is a woodcutter's axe, I can still defeat Itachi Uchiha!"
Rolling his eyes, Wu Chen glared irritably at the expressionless Ling'er, saying with great confidence, his lips curling into a confident, eerie arc. He said boldly, "Besides, I have the system, and it includes the ability to 'learn from history' and foresee the future. If I can't even deal with Itachi Uchiha, I might as well just live a lazy life and wait to die, cleaning my neck well for him to exterminate my clan later!"
"That's true."
Ling'er nodded her pure white chin, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. If Wu Chen, as a transmigrator, couldn't even defeat Itachi Uchiha, he might as well just give up early, wash his feet, and go to sleep.
Looking at Wu Chen with interest, after a moment of scrutiny, Ling'er's eyes, deep as black pearls, gave Wu Chen an approving look.
"But speaking of which, your ability to comprehend and learn 'Yasaka Magatama' truly surprised me."
At this point, Ling'er's voice suddenly stopped, then dropped low: "You must have noticed it just now. Although that move covers a large area, its power is also spread out, making it impossible to concentrate and cause high damage..."
"You're right."
Wu Chen nodded undeniably. He had also noticed this point just now. The "Yasaka Magatama" had a wide range, but it simply couldn't achieve a one-hit kill effect. It could only overwhelm the opponent with its massive numbers.
In other words, it achieved quantity, but the quality of individual strikes was not good.
"Alright, that's enough for today. It seems someone is coming. You go out first."
Her tone suddenly shifted. Ling'er frowned slightly. Before Wu Chen could react, she sent him out of the system world.
"Someone's looking for me?"
Remembering Ling'er's words about someone coming to find him after leaving the system world, Wu Chen's first reaction was that it was impossible. Since he was expelled from the core area of the Uchiha clan five years ago, no one had come to find him in the past five years.
Wu Chen couldn't help but be puzzled, because he had been abandoned by everyone when he was five, losing everything. Everyone saw him as the embodiment of disaster and avoided him like the plague.
"This is new. Which brain-dead person is looking for me, this god of disaster?"
His eyes looked expectantly towards the entrance of the small courtyard. His heart, which had been sealed for many years, now loosened considerably. He simply took out a recliner and placed it in the center of the small courtyard. Wu Chen leisurely lay on the chair, savoring his old tea, which had been stored for many years.
Tea was a good thing. In his previous 3D world, Wu Chen particularly liked this kind of rich, ancient Chinese flavor. The tea entered his mouth, bitter with astringency, but with a long-lasting sweetness, and it refreshed his mind.
Simple tea water was like the vicissitudes of life: first bitter, then sweet, implying that one cannot see the rainbow without experiencing wind and rain. A seemingly simple cup of tea was filled with endless philosophy.
"It seems... I've finally pulled through."
Looking up at the sky, Wu Chen muttered to himself in a somewhat whimsical tone, his eyes shimmering with an inexplicable light. He then sensed several new auras in the air, and his face instantly turned cold, filled with endless mockery.
"The Uchiha clan's ninjas are truly extraordinary. They say ninjas focus on concealing their presence, but the auras of you three... are as loud as pigs'!"
"What did you say?! How dare you call me a pig!! Do you believe I won't tear you to shreds, you piece of trash?!"
The originally empty small courtyard, where only Wu Chen resided, suddenly gained three figures, appearing out of thin air as if through a Body Flicker, standing before Wu Chen, who lay on his recliner.
The appearance of the three dark figures blocked the sunlight. They coldly scanned Wu Chen, who was lying leisurely with his eyes closed, clearly meditating. Their anger instantly boiled over.
"Young clan head, you're in such a good mood! It's so hot, aren't you afraid of burning your butt?!"
The big man with a full beard on the far right glared at Wu Chen. A mere good-for-nothing who can't even cultivate chakra, actually calling us three pigs. Who the hell gave you this confidence?!
"So noisy."
Rubbing the corner of his eye, then opening his drowsy eyes, Wu Chen's lazy gaze fell on the bearded man who spoke first on the right. His handsome face carried endless indifference.
His contemptuous, still eyes, devoid of any emotion, looked at the three of them as if they were insects, making Wu Chen feel no interest in them.
"That old man taught you ninjutsu, but he didn't teach you more important things, did he?" Pouting, looking at the trio, Wu Chen raised an eyebrow, saying to himself in an irredeemable manner.
"Bastard, do you think just because you're the clan head's son, I wouldn't dare hit you? You useless piece of trash!"
The three Uchiha clan ninjas were furious. The bearded man, in particular, was so angry his old face turned crimson. His strong, powerful hand instantly reached for Wu Chen.