ACSP: Chapter 230: Those who do justice will have many to help them, those who do not will have few!
"It's Edo Tensei... that guy actually wields the legendary Forbidden Technique!"
"Good heavens, what kind of terrifying monsters has Jiang Chen gathered under his banner? It's crazy enough that he has a follower who can spam Explosion Release, but now there's someone casually executing Edo Tensei?!"
"I read about this on the global forums! There's a high-tier rogue over in the Eagle Country who contracts with snakes. He used this exact Forbidden Technique to systematically slaughter several cities, converting the dead high-level Contractors into his own personal reanimated puppets."
"I know exactly who you're talking about! It's said his Contractor character is a hidden legacy target, something like... Huang Yaoshi?"
"What kind of historical drama are you watching, idiot?! That's Yakushi Kabuto! He's a total psycho!"
"Jiang Chen is a terrifying talent in his own right, but to successfully recruit a subordinate capable of deploying an Edo Tensei framework... his background must be insane."
"Birds of a feather flock together. A monster's inner circle is always going to be made up of other monsters!"
"The Southern Pavilion is about to suffer a total tactical wipeout..."
"Don't speak too soon. The Zhao family didn't become the absolute sovereigns of the Magic City by accident. They have deep legacy cards hidden in their vaults; they won't be overthrown this easily."
"Are you blind? Zhao Dingtian's direct biological heir just had his neck snapped right in front of him! If the Zhao family had an instant win-condition available on their hotbars, they would have popped it frames ago. Why would they wait until now?!"
Looking at the pale, cracked reanimated bodies stepping out of their wooden coffins, a collective gasp rippled through the massive sea of spectators. At this exact microsecond, the ambient air seemed to solidify into ice. Everyone widened their eyes, staring fixedly at the undead vanguard with faces pale from deep, instinctive terror.
Edo Tensei was a forbidden summoning matrix that completely shattered the natural laws of life and death.
Although its preparation metrics were incredibly complex, demanding living sacrifices and genetic material to initialize, the operational payoff was unparalleled. If the caster successfully bound the souls of peak-tier historical powerhouses, they instantly gained an unkillable, self-regenerating army that cost zero active upkeep.
Up until now, this Forbidden Technique had never dropped as a standard reward from any known Secret Realm instance. The only pathway to unlocking it was by securing a direct compatibility match with a specific, high-tier Contractor spirit.
And the global database had made one truth universally clear: any Contractor who possessed the parameters to execute this taboo jutsu boasted a baseline combat capacity that scaled far beyond the standard Hokage level.
If the quantity of their reanimated puppets was large enough, and the individual stat sheets of the summoned dead were sufficiently optimized, a single caster could effortlessly rival the output of a Super Kage.
It was precisely due to this terrifying mechanical reality that the crowd was staring at Jiang Chen in pure, unadulterated awe. No one had anticipated that his squad's composition included an active Edo Tensei user.
The sovereign Zhao family hadn't just kicked an iron plate—they had forcefully collided with a god-tier fortress.
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The battle escalated into pure, unmitigated carnage.
The instant Ronan finalized the parameters of the [Edo Tensei], the tactical layout of the entire arena inverted. The South Pavilion's proudest asset—their sheer numerical advantage—was utterly deleted in a single frame.
Ronan's specialized version of the Forbidden Technique was inherited directly from his primary contracted spirit, the Second Hokage, Senju Tobirama. Because Tobirama was the literal architect and creator of this taboo system, the reanimated thralls rising from the soil weren't ordinary fodder; they were elite, battle-hardened shinobi pulled straight from the bloody Warring States period of the Naruto Dimension.
Irony bit deep into the battlefield. Most of the resurrected corpses belonged to the ancient Uchiha Clan.
Their crimson [Sharingan] flickered with an eerie, lethal luminescence through the dim, storm-choked air. Their physical frames shuttled across the rubble like phantoms, executing precise, lightning-fast assassination loops that carved through the living Zhao clansmen, leaving them broken, screaming, and routed at every turn.
Yet, the raw speed of the assault wasn't even the most absurd element.
The absolute, rule-breaking despair of the technique lay in its baseline mechanics: these reanimated hulls possessed completely infinite pools of Chakra and an absolute trait of immortality. No matter how many high-tier spells or physical strikes the Zhao enforcers landed, the shattered clay and dust of the corpses would instantly stitch back together, resuming their relentless slaughter with zero degradation in performance. They were flawless, perpetual killing machines. The living forces of the South Pavilion didn't just lose their offensive momentum; they literally lacked the tactical capability to even stage a counter-attack.
"How... how can the system parameters allow for this?!"
Zhao Dingtian stared at the absolute collapse of his army, his mind completely short-circuiting.
His opening blueprint had been mathematically sound: leverage his massive human wave to violently suppress and execute Jiang Chen's inner circle, then use their corpses or capture statuses as psychological leverage to force the boy to submit. The veteran knew his standalone Level 98 stats couldn't guarantee a clean solo victory against Jiang Chen's superior Ocular Power. His personal engagement was purely a stalling tactic to create a window for his men.
But his entire calculation had omitted a critical variable. He had never budgeted for an active Edo Tensei caster.
Meanwhile, hidden within the churning, panicked crowd of spectators, a completely different faction of the clan was watching the slaughter with cold, calculating eyes.
"Second Elder... it's a total rout. The Great Elder's vanguard is completely fracturing out there," a core operative from the Zhao Family North Pavilion whispered urgently, leaning toward the silent patriarch in front of him. His hands were clenched white around his hilt, his face tight with anxiety over the potential fall of the clan's prestige. "Should we command our units to breach the line and reinforce them?"
"Do not move a single frame. Maintain your position and watch," the Second Elder murmured, his eyes narrowing into cold, reptilian slits.
While his aged face remained perfectly calm and unreadable, his mind was rapidly calculating the political profit of the carnage. Though the four pavilions of the Zhao Family technically shared a single ancestral bloodline, decades of corporate greed and resource hoarding had long since fractured them into fiercely competing syndicates.
Furthermore, his internal intelligence network had just verified a piece of devastating data: Zhao Dingtian was the anonymous mastermind who had secretly orchestrated the assassination of their supreme clan leader, the contractor of Uchiha Fugaku.
The Great Elder's ultimate objective had been a total hostile takeover of the Zhao hierarchy. By forcibly deleting the sitting clan leader from the server, he had intended to leverage the subsequent emergency succession protocols to forcefully install his own grandson, Zhao Quan, into the seat of absolute power—permanently consolidating the family's multi-billion dollar treasury under the Southern Pavilion's banner.
Since the old bastard had broken the ancestral code and drawn first blood against his own kin, the North Pavilion had zero intention of playing the martyr. If Zhao Dingtian wanted to play a high-stakes game of treachery, he could rot in the grave he dug for himself.
Meanwhile, over at the perimeter held by the Zhao Family West Pavilion, a core operative was asking his superior, Elder Zhao Si, the exact same tactical question.
Elder Zhao Si's response was almost an exact mirror of the North Pavilion's cold neutrality. In the theater of high-stakes politics, those who follow the code find allies, while those who betray it walk alone. For years, Zhao Dingtian had relied entirely on the overwhelming military output of the Southern Pavilion to act tyrannically within the clan, ruthlessly suppressing and robbing the resource nodes of the other three internal factions. What was unfolding on the platform wasn't an unprovoked tragedy—it was systemic retribution.
"Meng Family! Wang Family! Mo Family! Ye Family! How much longer do you spineless cowards intend to stand there and spectate?!"
Having watched his entire elite vanguard get systematically disassembled by the unkillable Uchiha thralls, Zhao Dingtian's tactical composure completely fractured. Desperate to ensure Jiang Chen's absolute termination, he threw his pride directly into the dirt and began screaming for his vassal syndicates to breach the security line.
The Meng, Wang, Mo, and Ye families represented the absolute iron core of the Southern Pavilion's external military alliance. Collectively, these four subsidiary houses commanded thousands of high-level combatants, and their respective patriarchs were all veteran Elite Jonin Contractors hovering around Level 95. If these four auxiliary armies fully committed their forces to the grid, Zhao Dingtian was utterly convinced he could still overwhelm Jiang Chen's group through pure, localized attrition.
"Brother Dingtian, maintain your parameters! Meng Family disciples, lock onto my coordinates and advance—assist the sovereign clan in executing the rogue Jiang Chen!"
"Wang Family combatants, execute deployment sequence Alpha...!"
"Where are the heavy vanguards of the Mo Family? Take the vanguard line!"
"Ye Family juniors, draw your blades and follow me into the fray!"
In rapid succession, four thunderous, high-level voices boomed from the thickest zones of the crowd. The patriarchs of the Meng, Wang, Mo, and Ye clans stepped onto the stage, their massive personal auras flaring as they unleashed their private legions into the chaotic meatgrinder.
Crucially, these four vassal families didn't just bring raw damage numbers—they brought a highly specialized mechanical counter. A significant portion of their elite squads were hard-specced into high-tier [Sealing Techniques].
The exact millisecond they breached the perimeter, they completely bypassed the frontline distraction and locked their specialized sealing arrays directly onto the coordinates of Ronan's Edo Tensei corpses. As glowing barrier chains and high-density sealing tags began detonating across the dirt, the unkillable Uchiha thralls found their kinetic mobility aggressively restricted, their infinite regeneration loops trapped mid-frame inside localized containment zones!
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