ACSP: Chapter 234: The Conditions to Activate Perfect Susanoo!
"Damn it... are these eerie black flames your actual Mangekyō Sharingan Dōjutsu?!"
Zhao Dingtian's veteran instincts immediately registered the suffocating, concentrated Ocular Power radiating from the void-black fire. He instantly realized that Jiang Chen hadn't just been playing a game of numbers—he had been waiting for the exact frame to drop a lethal, absolute-rule variable.
Reacting with elite spatial awareness, the Great Elder frantically tried to shed the external layers of his Susanoo's Crow Tengu armor, attempting to manually jettison the burning sections before the corruption spread to his primary core.
But it was a completely futile mechanical trade. The black flames behaved like starved maggots clinging to bone, boring deep into the dense chakra arrays of his five Shadow Clones. A deafening, localized sizzling choked the air—a sound so violent and unnatural it felt like a collective roar echoing straight out of hell.
Amaterasu didn't care about stat scaling or historical armor tiers. In a matter of mere frames, it completely incinerated the legendary Tengu plating. Then, it began consuming the very foundation of the clones themselves, systematically burning the raw Ocular Power and high-density Chakra structures into absolute nothingness.
A look of pure, unadulterated despair finally bled onto Zhao Dingtian's weathered face.
His eyes, still wide as copper bells, looked manic as his hands flailed wildly within his cockpit, desperately attempting to form a counter-array to block the merciless advance of the unquenchable fire.
But the system rules of the technique were absolute. Even though the Level 98 powerhouse pulled every remaining defensive scroll and mana-cleansing utility in his kit, he was completely unable to turn the tide of the match. He could only watch, utterly paralyzed, as his five protective Shadow Clones were converted into ash and deleted from the grid one by one.
And at the exact microsecond his defensive perimeter collapsed into dust...
The final resistance pools of the Four Vassal Families and the Southern Pavilion completely flatlined. Under the brutal, predictive slaughter of Jiang Chen's 5,000 Sharingan-wielding duplicates, the remaining enforcers collapsed into expanding pools of blood, their character models turning cold and lifeless across the ruined stone.
Over 2,000 highly optimized, elite Class-Holders had been deployed to this coordinate block. Individually, every single one of them was a seasoned combatant who could have dictated the outcome of any standard high-tier Secret Realm or regional war zone.
But unfortunately for their lineage, they had drawn a hard-counter match against Jiang Chen.
One of the foundational blueprints bound to Jiang Chen's soul matrix belonged to Uzumaki Naruto. And what was the historical defining trait of the Child of Prophecy? It was the absolute, rule-breaking mastery over human-wave tactics fueled by the Multi-Size Shadow Clone Technique.
Even though this specific 5,000-man army lacked the massive energy reserves required to scale up into individual Susanoo armor sets, their independent baseline parameters were still terrifyingly high. After all, the clones retained full access to the rest of Jiang Chen's extensive skill tree.
Advanced high-tier Lightning Release, the flawless tracking of the Sharingan, and a terrifying array of elemental Kekkei Genkai traits—every single variable provided an immense combat modifier. And because every single duplicate functioned with the kinetic memory of the primary user, they executed their loops flawlessly.
When the macro-math of the battlefield finally resolved, the discrepancy was laughable. Backed by Ronan's unkillable Edo Tensei ancestors and the fresh, high-level combatants mobilized by the Nangong Family, Jiang Chen's active raiding force had successfully crested a staggering 6,000 units.
A 6,000-man army of elite, predictive clones and immortal shinobi pincering a panicked, exhausted group of 2,000 enforcers.
The numbers game was over. The field had been entirely cleared, and the undisputed sovereignty of the Magic City's apex aristocracy had just been violently rewritten.
And then, of course, there was Li Dala—the ultimate tactical grid disruptor.
His clay [Explosion Release] was a nightmare for military formations. A single detonated payload would cleanly delete a massive, wide-area sector of the map, unleashing catastrophic shockwaves that forced the remaining Southern Pavilion forces to scatter in panic. They couldn't clump up to share defensive buffs or coordinate high-tier sealing arrays; the moment they tried to bunch together, a white clay bird would glide into their coordinates and blow their hitboxes to pieces.
The entire arena was thoroughly choked with thick, black smoke and the deafening, non-stop thunder of explosive detonations.
In the literal blink of an eye, more than half of the elite vanguard Zhao Dingtian had spent decades funding was systematically wiped from the server. The remaining clusters of the vassal alliance completely broke, their morale and health pools collapsing like a mountain under the relentless, crushing offensive of Jiang Chen's unified forces.
"No... No!!! This violates the baseline parameters of the world!!!"
Zhao Dingtian roared crazily, his ancient hair blown into a wild, tangled mess by the explosive gales. His face was a contorted mask of blinding fury and absolute, soul-crushing regret.
He had never dreamed—not in his wildest calculations—that a single teenage rogue's mechanical output could scale to such a game-breaking height. Even with his Level 98 stat sheet personally holding the line, and even after completely depleting the total military infrastructure of the Southern Pavilion, he hadn't just failed to secure the execution... he had barely managed to dent the boy's frontline.
If he had known earlier that Jiang Chen's baseline parameters were this monstrous, he would have locked himself in the family vaults before ever provoking this star of absolute misfortune.
The spectator stands were entirely frozen in a state of collective psychological shock.
"Too... too powerful. The entire standing army of the Southern Pavilion has been completely wiped off the active grid."
"Unbelievable... it's a total faction wipeout... I'm looking at the combat logs and my brain still refuses to register it..."
"Good heavens! I was entirely convinced that because Jiang Chen forced out 5,000 duplicates at once, those clones would be running on empty mana bars. I didn't expect that every single rotation they execute is an A-rank or higher apex skill! It's too monstrous... it's a literal exploit!"
"Honestly? I don't think my main character build could even defeat a single one of his basic duplicates."
"Same here. The individual mechanical intelligence and predictive tracking of these clones are easily high enough to rival veteran Jonin Contractors above Level 80."
"One person forming an entire apex army... this youth must absolutely never be flagged as an enemy. If his name shows up on your radar, you drop your gear and run."
"The sovereign Zhao Family is officially finished in this city!"
"Don't talk nonsense. It's the Southern Pavilion that's getting deleted from the registry today. Did you look at the coordinate map? The other three pavilions of the Zhao Family haven't committed a single frame of reinforcement. They're completely sitting this out."
"Is there even a functional difference at this point? The Southern Pavilion was the absolute iron fist of their entire corporate hierarchy. Once they are wiped from the board, even if the survivors of the other three factions wanted to stand up and avenge Zhao Dingtian, they mathematically lack the raw output to turn back the server state!"
"The Nangong Family played the ultimate high-stakes gamble by siding with Jiang Chen. It's a guaranteed jackpot. After today, their clan is going to skyrocket to the absolute peak of the regional leaderboard!"
"Damn it all! If I had known this historical clash was going to end in a total, one-sided rout, I would have drawn my blade and risked my entire build to help Jiang Chen just now... the faction rewards are going to be insane!"
The raw, peerless might Jiang Chen displayed had violently shattered their fundamental understanding of character scaling.
One had to look at the baseline math of the Demon City hierarchy: the Zhao Family was the undisputed, apex sovereign of the entire metropolitan sector. And their Southern Pavilion was the most formidable, heavily armed branch among the four major internal syndicates. Within its immediate clan directory alone, there were dozens of high-tier Contractors locked above Level 90.
And the Great Elder Zhao Dingtian, who presided over the entire empire, was a legendary Hidden Character Contractor boasting a towering level as high as Level 98.
Level 98. That was an endgame titan infinitely close to the absolute level cap of the world. Calling him the undisputed number-one powerhouse in Demon City wasn't a hyperbole—it was a documented mechanical fact.
Never in a thousand server cycles would anyone have imagined that he would be completely, mercilessly suppressed right here in his own plaza by a teenager. And what made the outcome truly outrageous was that Jiang Chen had achieved this absolute tactical domination almost entirely through the power of one person.
Jiang Chen stood at the center of the silent, blood-soaked plaza, the glowing purple light of his primary Susanoo casting long, ominous shadows across the bodies of the fallen aristocracy. He looked down through the fractures of the melting Tengu armor, his gaze locking directly onto the trembling, exhausted old man.
"Alright, old man," Jiang Chen murmured, his voice dripping with an ice-cold, serene tranquility that echoed perfectly across the twenty remaining ice titans. "Your clansmen are gone. Your secret weapons have been liquidated. Your private army is completely dealt with... Next, it's your turn on the chopping block."
Now that the macro-flow of the instance was firmly decided, Jiang Chen didn't waste a single frame of dialog on the collapsing patriarch.
With a casual flick of his wrist, he cleanly dissolved his twenty Ice Release Clones, sending the towering constructs melting back into the ambient mist. Stripping away the excess tactical assets, his primary character model dissolved into a blinding flash of high-speed displacement, charging straight into Zhao Dingtian's coordinate block.
"You arrogant little monster... you go too far! I will drag your entire character build into the grave with me!"
Seeing the final execution loop closing in, a frantic, ferocious madness completely overtook Zhao Dingtian's face. He forcefully burned the absolute remnants of his life force and Ocular Power, pushing the core code of his primary Susanoo far past its safe operational limits.
CRACK—!!!
In a chaotic spike of dark energy, the dozens-of-feet-tall chakra construct outside his body suddenly violently surged against the gale, expanding exponentially until it transformed into a colossal, city-level monolith nearly a hundred meters tall!
This was the absolute peak configuration of the Fourth Form Susanoo—an endgame state that could only be forced onto the grid by a Contractor who had unlocked the Mangekyō Sharingan, and whose active character stats and Ocular Power levels were locked infinitely close to the absolute level cap.
If a player could bridge the gap just one step further, they would transcend into the legendary Perfect Susanoo.
However, the hard-coded requirements of the world's system architecture were unforgiving: the structural activation condition for the Perfect Susanoo strictly demanded the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan. In the global database of this era, no Contractor had ever successfully unlocked or stabilized that mythical ocular tier. This towering, hundred-meter armored titan was the absolute ceiling of what a mortal could summon.
The shadow cast by Zhao Dingtian's ultimate titan completely swallowed the plaza, plunging the bedrock into artificial twilight.
Its massive arms swung through the air like monolithic stone pillars, each crushing movement generating supersonic gales that tore the surrounding architecture to ribbons. Against this colossal, hundred-meter engine of destruction, Jiang Chen's physical figure looked as tiny and insignificant as a lone ant.
Yet, as he crossed the dead zone, there was not a single microsecond of hesitation or fear registered in his blood-red eyes.
Directly confronting Zhao Dingtian's maximum-firepower, mountain-splitting avatar, Jiang Chen didn't alter his vector by a single degree. He pressed forward, accelerating into the teeth of the gale like a peerless, sky-piercing blade, his kinetic momentum soaring straight into the clouds as he initiated the final trade!
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