143: The illusion failed, and Madara coughed up blood! Is the scientist the strongest illusionist?

In the real world, Tokyo.

The surface of the giant black sphere that had swallowed half the city suddenly stirred.

Under the gaze of billions worldwide, three gigantic light screens covering the entire sky slowly “squeezed” out from the surface of the pitch-black sphere.

They were like three boundless movie screens suspended in the sky.

The next second, the first light screen lit up.

In the image, the ancient Big Ben stood silently, and the cloudy River Thames flowed ceaselessly.

Rider Newton, leaning on his prism staff, stood at one end of Westminster Bridge.

Opposite him, a hundred meters away, Assassin Uchiha Madara, clad in Dark Red Armor, slowly opened his scarlet Sharingan.

Following closely, the second light screen lit up.

Mirrored Washington, in front of the Lincoln Memorial.

Saber Li Bai, wearing a Green Robe and holding a Long Sword, stood atop the memorial's steps.

Beside him, Master Zhang Ruoxu, clad in a Daoist Robe, stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his expression calm.

Below the steps, Archer Roosevelt, seated in a Wheelchair, slowly lifted his head as his Master, Evan Cross, pushed him.

America's “protector of the nation” was facing the “Poet Sword Immortal” of the Ancient Eastern Nation.

The third light screen lit up as well.

Mirror New Delhi, upon that massive, glazed-texture ground.

Lancer Vlad III's spear, the “impaling king,” pointed straight ahead.

Ruler Jeanne dArc stood quietly on one side of the battlefield, acting as the witness for this confrontation.

She had unlocked the Golden Chains on Berserker Arjuna, and the God of Destruction, restored to his full form, stood facing the Spear of the Nation's Protector from afar.

The Spear of the Nation's Protector faced the God of Destruction.

After ten seconds of dead silence, all viewers watching the live broadcast globally instantly erupted into unprecedented madness.

“My God! What... what is this? A globally broadcast duel?!”

“Newton versus Uchiha Madara?! This is a scene I wouldn't dare dream of! The producers really understand traffic!”

“Look at the second screen! Li Bai! It's our Azure Lotus Sword Immortal! He's facing America's Roosevelt!”

“Holy Grail War! This is the real Holy Grail War! It's not some New World exploration; this is a forced gladiatorial match dedicated to the entire world!”

In the military bases surrounding Tokyo, countless soldiers looked up at the light screens in the sky.

Screams and cheers, like mountain torrents and sea tides, erupted in bars, squares, and living rooms across the world.

All previous discussions about resources, colonization, and geopolitics seemed laughable and insignificant at this moment.

Humanity's most primitive and purest desires for conflict and voyeurism were completely ignited by these three epic confrontations.

This is what they wanted to see!

A war between gods and gods!

On the New World Pioneer Forum, the popularity of posts about “Playing God” plummeted.

A brand new Betting Post, written in blood, was pushed to the very top of the homepage within ten seconds.

“Century Showdown! Who will achieve ultimate victory? Place your bets! Place your bets!”

Soon after, a bright red Pinned Post on the Dark Web's New World Pioneer Forum was refreshed in real-time.

[First Battle: Rider Newton VS Assassin Uchiha Madara]

[Real-Time Odds Update: Uchiha Madara Wins 1:1.2 / Isaac Newton Wins 1:5]

Countless anonymous IDs frantically placed bets below the post, with over ninety percent of people putting their chips on Uchiha Madara.

For no other reason than the deep impression Madara's previous World-Ending Act of Summoning a Meteor had left on humanity.

Destructive power is the most intuitive measure of strength... On the battlefield, Uchiha Madara was the first to break the silence.

He folded his arms, his scarlet Three-Tomoe Sharingan carrying a hint of condescending scrutiny as he sized up the man in the Classical Scholar's Robe.

“Does a mere scholar, incapable of trussing a chicken, deserve to stand before me?”

“I'll give you ten seconds to say your last words.”

The moment his voice fell silent, Uchiha Madara had already completed his Hand Seals.

[Fire Release: Great Fire Annihilation]!

He inhaled sharply, his chest visibly swelling, and then he exhaled through his mouth.

A crimson, destructive torrent scorched the air into distortion, melted the asphalt road beneath their feet into scorching tar, and swept irresistibly toward Newton a hundred meters away!

However, facing this wall of fire capable of incinerating everything, Isaac Newton did not move his feet even an inch.

He merely lifted the cane embedded with a prism and gently tapped the air in front of him.

It was as if a ripple had been created on a calm lake surface.

His Innate Skill, [Law of Universal Gravitation], activated.

In the space thirty meters in front of him, the Gravitational Field was instantly warped.

When the massive, World-Destroying wall of fire rushed toward Newton, it seemed to strike an invisible, giant curved mirror.

Starting from the very center, the entire wall of fire was forcibly deflected and torn apart toward both sides by an invisible force.

Ultimately, it formed a perfect, smooth arc, grazing past the edge of Newton's body and bypassing him.

The two deflected torrents of flame struck the distant Houses of Parliament and the London Eye behind Newton, respectively.

Boom!!!

Boom!!!

Two deafening, violent explosions sounded almost simultaneously.

Flames soared into the sky, and thick smoke billowed.

But Newton, at the center of the storm, did not even have his clothes flutter.

He lowered his cane, and a hint of unconcealed disdain showed in his eyes behind the lenses.

“Crude energy release.”

“Unable to even control the basic Parabolic Trajectory, utterly lacking in aesthetic appeal.”

The disdain on Uchiha Madara's face vanished completely at this moment.

In its place was seriousness.

His scarlet Three-Tomoe Sharingan began spinning rapidly at a heart-stopping frequency.

The next instant.

In the light screen's image, Uchiha Madara's figure abruptly vanished from his spot.

When he reappeared, he was already behind Newton, less than a meter away.

A fist wrapped in violent Blue Chakra, without any flourish, smashed straight toward the back of Newton's head!

“It's over!”

On the New World Pioneer Forum, countless Gamblers who had bet on Madara began cheering prematurely.

The hearts of billions of viewers worldwide leaped into their throats.

However, Newton still did not turn around.

Just as Uchiha Madara's Mountain-Splitting, stone-cracking fist was about to touch the back of Newton's head.

Suddenly, it froze in mid-air.

Uchiha Madara himself seemed to have fallen into an invisible, Extremely Viscous Mire.

His movements became incredibly slow, incredibly difficult.

The fist, which was only a few centimeters from the back of Newton's head, could no longer advance an inch.

Newton's calm words, tinged even with a hint of instruction, slowly sounded.

“The moment you stepped within ten meters of me, the Gravity acting on your body was adjusted by me to thirty times the standard value.”

“Young man, impulse is the devil.”