ACSP: Chapter 231: You used Edo Tensei on Uchiha Madara's brother and father?
These four shadow syndicates were the ultimate ace cards up Zhao Dingtian's sleeve. He hadn't just aligned with them; he had spent decades systematically routing off-the-books resources, classified technique scrolls, and high-tier currency to carefully cultivate them into a private, deniable army. They were fiercely loyal because their entire survival loop was tethered to his corrupt patronage. If Jiang Chen deleted their backer today, their financial and political immunity in the Magic City would vanish instantly.
Driven by survival instinct, the four vassal houses went fully all-in, throwing a staggering force of over 2,000 advanced Class-Holders into the meatgrinder all at once.
Even though Ronan's resurrected Sengoku-era Uchiha thralls possessed god-tier baseline parameters, the raw, crushing attrition of a 2,000-man raid squad armed with hard counters began to choke their operational efficiency. The air fractured with overlapping war cries, supersonic kinetic impacts, and the blazing, blinding light of explosive fire jutsu that lit up the storm-choked sky.
The vassal armies executed their sealing protocols ruthlessly. Brilliant, high-density bands of binding chakra woven into intricate sealing script flickered through the smoke, tracing tracking vectors directly onto the undead. If these resurrected Uchiha hadn't been the premier apex warriors of their historical era, their mechanical loops would have already been completely suspended and wiped from the grid.
'Tsk... standard elite units are getting bogged down by the sheer volume of crowd control,' Ronan thought, his brow furrowing deeply as his active mana pools fluctuated. 'It's time to drop the heavy weights. I just hope my remaining reserves can sustain their baseline footprints...'
Parrying a heavy blow, Ronan cleanly cut down two overextended Meng Family vanguard units who had pushed past the line to claim his bounty. Instantly capitalizing on the split-second window, his fingers blurred into a high-speed hand seal sequence, slamming his palms flat against the blood-soaked stone.
[Edo Tensei]!
The ground groaned in protest. Two massive, towering wooden coffins, violently radiating a suffocating, ancient corpse aura, erupted vertically from the bedrock.
"Foolish child! We have already mapped the mechanical weaknesses of your puppet array!" the Meng Family patriarch snorted coldly, his face twisting into a look of arrogant disdain. With a sweeping gesture, he deployed a localized sealing matrix to freeze the two Uchiha thralls hounding his flank. Then, his form dissolved into a crackle of lightning-fast movement, closing the distance to Ronan like a kinetic bolt. "Even if you summon a hundred more pieces of fodder, it changes nothing. Delete the caster, and the array collapses!"
But before his blade could bridge the gap, the two newly summoned coffins shuddered violently, as if a pair of primordial, world-ending catastrophes were waking up within their wooden shells.
BOOM!!!
The thick wooden coffin lids were violently blasted outward by an explosive, ungodly kinetic force. Whistling through the vacuum like twin hypersonic railgun projectiles, the heavy slabs tore straight toward the incoming Meng patriarch.
"Hmph—pitiful parlor tricks!" The patriarch sneered, twisting his torso mid-air with elite reflexes to narrowly dodge the whistling projectiles.
But the exact microsecond his boots touched the dirt and his gaze snapped back to Ronan, the arrogant smile permanently froze on his face. The color drained from his skin, replaced by a expression of pure, unadulterated horror.
Standing flanking the caster was a colossal, towering manifestation of pure, dense chakra rising dozens of zhang into the storm clouds—and right beside it stood a lone, silent warrior gripping a legendary katana. That massive chakra construct was unmistakably a [Susanoo].
And it wasn't just a basic shell. It was fully stabilized in the devastating, heavily armored Fourth Form!
Initially, the Meng patriarch's mind desperately tried to rationalize the visual, assuming Jiang Chen had simply split off another high-tier Shadow Clone to salvage Ronan's position. But as his vision locked onto the core of the glowing armor, his breath hitched in his throat.
Standing at the epicenter of that city-level Fourth-Stage Susanoo was a reanimated corpse, its pale skin covered in the signature, fractured clay markings of the Edo Tensei.
An undead puppet... casually manifesting a full Fourth-Form absolute defense. The mechanical implications of this were completely absurd!
Worse yet, although the second summoned figure holding the katana didn't possess an active Susanoo shroud, the crushing, dense waves of spiritual pressure bleeding from his physical frame were not a single parameter weaker than the titan beside him. This man's baseline stats alone were enough to warp the local gravity.
The onlookers, the elders, and the charging patriarchs all ground to a dead halt, their minds short-circuiting as they recognized the legendary faces of the two newly awakened historical anomalies.
'To think... he actually managed to pull these two?!'
Jiang Chen's passive perception effortlessly tracked the arrival of the two legendary figures Ronan had just pulled from the historical archives.
Visually, the two shared a striking family resemblance. One of them wore a simple, traditional dark robe bearing the crimson-and-white fan crest of the Uchiha Clan proudly across the spine. His long, dark bangs framed a sharp face, tapering into jagged, choppy layers at the tips. The second figure carried a slightly more weathered, senior air; his long black hair cascaded over loose combat attire, completely outfitted in distinct, light-purple layered battlefield armor.
They were none other than Uchiha Izuna and Uchiha Tajima—the younger brother and the warlord father of the Shinobi World's ultimate Asura, Uchiha Madara!
Jiang Chen couldn't help but feel a flash of dark amusement. He hadn't budgeted for Ronan having access to these specific genetic samples. It seemed that in the original timeline, the Second Hokage Senju Tobirama's deep-seated obsession and hatred toward Uchiha Madara ran so deep that he had systematically desecrated the graves of Madara's entire immediate family just to stock his forbidden weapon cache.
"Erase them."
Following Ronan's cold, low-frequency command, the father-and-son duo immediately synchronized their movement loops. Without a single frame of wind-up, Uchiha Izuna and Uchiha Tajima exploded forward, launching a devastating, pincer-style offensive directly onto the overextended Meng Family patriarch!
These two were the premier, apex combatants of the bloody Warring States era. Izuna, in particular, boasted a martial rating within his clan that was universally recognized as second only to Madara himself.
Under their flawless, high-speed kinetic pressure, the Level 95 Meng patriarch immediately hit a massive mechanical wall. He threw up his highest-tier defensive parries, pouring all his energy into resisting the assault, but every single physical trade with the resurrected ancestors left his arms completely numb, violently draining his stamina bar frame-by-frame.
Fortunately for his survival rating, the core elites of the Meng Family realized their leader was about to be executed. They broke formation, desperately throwing a massive wave of bodies into the lane to absorb the aggro. Through pure, reckless numerical sacrifice, they barely managed to stall the offensive momentum of Tajima and Izuna.
Yet, while Ronan had temporarily stabilized his sector by deploying these two historic boss-tier assets, the macro-outlook of the battlefield was still highly volatile.
There was no changing the baseline mathematics of the encounter. Even with the unkillable Uchiha thralls acting as a frontline buffer, forcing Ronan and Li Dala to simultaneously tank the coordinated, high-level raid mechanics of four massive, fully mobilized vassal syndicates was pushing their character stamina to its absolute threshold.
However, standing at the center of the chaos, Jiang Chen's expression remained completely bored. He didn't carry a single microsecond of worry.
Because his primary strategic objective for this entire engagement had already been flawlessly achieved.
"Hmph...!"
Zhao Dingtian wiped the blood trailing from his lip, his dark, massive Susanoo flaring with a renewed, desperate burst of chakra as he stared across the ruined clearing.
"Do not delude yourself into thinking that a handful of ancient parlor tricks gives you the right to flex your parameters in front of this old man! You would do well to remember exactly where your coordinates are registered—this is the Magic City, and this territory belongs entirely to my Southern Pavilion!"
The old man's voice rasped with a mad, triumphant pride as he watched his 2,000-man auxiliary army squeeze the perimeter. "This old man has reigned over this sector for decades, systematically liquidating trillions in regional resources and cultivating private legions under the radar... did you honestly think all of that investment wasn't specifically engineered to dictate the outcome of a day like today?!"
Watching the Four Vassal Families—Meng, Wang, Mo, and Ye—gradually crush the perimeter and hem in his remaining subordinates, Zhao Dingtian's confidence surged back, his earlier panic replaced by a cold, sadistic triumph.
"Today, brat, this old man will force you to witness every single frame of your friends' final agony as they are systematically tortured to death," he rasped, his voice dripping with malice.
Jiang Chen didn't flinch. Instead, he let out a short, hollow laugh. "You really have the cognitive dissonance to believe you've already got me locked in a kill-box?"
A glint of vicious, murderous intent flashed in Zhao Dingtian's eyes. "With my mechanical pressure locking you into this trade, your companions are officially on a death timer. The moment they drop, the entire elite battalion will collapse onto your coordinates. No matter how many recursive tricks or shadow clones you have hidden in your kit, you are mathematically incapable of escaping this execution."
The Great Elder's jaw tightened, his voice dropping to a gravelly, lethal whisper. "I've laid it out clearly—today, regardless of the depletion of my clan's resources or the damage to my own foundation, I am going to delete you from this map. It's the only way to satisfy the debt for my grandson, Quan'er."
Jiang Chen looked at him with profound, icy disdain. "Just you? You're going to pull off this grand execution using nothing but your own failing parameters?"
"Yes, just this old man, backed by the absolute might of the Southern Pavilion," Zhao Dingtian sneered. "Jiang Chen, don't waste your breath trying to lecture me on the ethics of mass encirclement. You are a Super Kage-level anomaly; for me to mobilize this many high-level elites to swarm you is the ultimate sign of respect. It means I have officially acknowledged your raw output potential. You should feel honored—because that acknowledgment confirms that I'm taking zero risks. You are going to die here today, and no amount of technical skill will patch that outcome."
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