152: Chapter 152 The Three Tomoe Rotate, Insight into the Array Nodes

“Die!”

Dozens of identical white figures let out overlapping, sinister laughs in mid-air! Vice President Ye Ling pushed his S-Grade Talent [Phantom Clone] to its absolute limit!

Dozens of short daggers gleaming with an eerie green poison, aided by the terrifying pressure of the hundredfold gravity field, formed a seamless net of absolute death from all directions, above and below!

The sharp, poisoned blades closed in directly on Su Chen's heart, throat, and eyes at the bottom of the pit!

“Hahaha! Pierce him through!” Standing at the edge of the pit, Director Wang Teng roared excitedly. “Let him taste the feeling of ten thousand arrows piercing his heart!”

The commoner students in the stands covered their eyes in despair. Unable to move under the hundredfold gravity, facing such killing intent was a completely inescapable death trap!

However...

Su Chen, deep in the gravity pit, suddenly raised his head.

There was no despair, no panic. There wasn't even a single shred of fluster!

From his eyes, which were originally obscured by his hanging black hair, two crimson, piercing beams of light suddenly erupted like lava bursting out of Hell!

“Vroom—!” [Three-Tomoe Sharingan], fully activated!

Within his blood-red pupils, three pitch-black tomoe spun frantically at a hair-raising frequency! They spun so fast that they blurred into a single black afterimage!

An immense amount of Yin Release Mental Energy instantly flooded Su Chen's brain. Within the thousandth of a second that his eyes fully opened...

the world before Su Chen's eyes changed.

Time seemed to be forcibly paused by an invisible pair of giant hands. An incredibly exaggerated sense of slow-motion instantly descended!

Those dozens of phantoms, lightning-fast and capable of instantly killing an ordinary Martial Master, suddenly became as slow as a crawling snail in Su Chen's crimson vision!

The ghastly green poison dripping from the tips of the daggers hung suspended in mid-air. The howling wind advanced inch by inch. Even the hideous, wild grin on Vice President Ye Ling's face turned into a lagging, frame-by-frame comedy.

“Too slow,” Su Chen stood at the bottom of the pit, an extremely bored, cold sneer playing on the corner of his mouth.

“Is this the S-Grade speed you're so proud of? You don't even have the right to make me break a sweat.”

Under the rule-level absolute insight of the Three-Tomoe, all illusions had nowhere to hide!

Su Chen's gaze swept extremely casually across the dozens of approaching 'Vice President Ye Lings'.

To ordinary people, these Clones had identical auras, making it impossible to tell the real from the fake. But under the X-ray vision of the Sharingan, this so-called S-Grade Talent was nothing short of a joke.

Fake. Fake. All of them are fake.

Su Chen saw clearly that the thirty-odd figures rushing at the very front were completely hollow inside. They were merely shells of white-glowing psionic energy, with absolutely no vital signs!

“Found you.”

Su Chen's gaze suddenly bypassed the layers of phantoms, locking with extreme precision onto the figure hidden behind three fake Clones to his back-left!

Under the deep penetration of the Sharingan, the Wuzong Realm blood inside that figure was rushing rapidly through his veins! The muscles in his arms were tensed to the limit, and his heart was beating wildly in anticipation of his imminent success!

The real body!

At this moment, Vice President Ye Ling had absolutely no idea that he had been completely seen through.

Still hiding behind his Clones, clutching his poisoned dagger, his face was filled with wild ecstasy. “Die! There's no way you can dodge this!” Vice President Ye Ling roared frantically in his heart, thrusting his dagger straight toward the back of Su Chen's heart!

“Fool,” Su Chen saw through the real body but did not strike back immediately.

His gaze shifted slightly, moving away from Vice President Ye Ling and looking toward the void pressing down on him.

That was the [S-Grade Gravity Magnetic Field] set up by Director Wang Teng, rumored to be capable of crushing anything!

In the eyes of ordinary Martial Artists, gravity was invisible, something to be passively endured. But right now, in Su Chen's Sharingan...

this massive, invisible hundredfold gravity field was completely laid bare!

Threads of psionic energy radiating an earthy yellow glow interwove in mid-air to form a giant net. It was this very net that connected with the Laws of heaven and earth, creating the terrifying gravity suppression.

“So that's how it is,” Su Chen's gaze traced backward along these intricate psionic threads all the way up.

His brain, like a supercomputer, frantically analyzed the flow patterns of this psionic energy. In less than a tenth of a second...

“Right here,” Su Chen's crimson eyes locked onto a point seven meters above the ground in mid-air.

There, dozens of thick psionic threads converged. However, because Director Wang Teng's Realm was insufficient, there was an extremely faint stagnation and disorder in the flow of psionic energy there!

This was the most fatal 'structural weak point' in the entire S-Grade gravity field! In other words, the Formation Core!

As long as this point was severed, this hundredfold gravity field, reputed to be unsolvable, would instantly collapse like a suspension bridge with its load-bearing cables cut!

“So the so-called S-Grade Talent is nothing more than a crude patchwork of psionic energy.”

Su Chen had completely seen through everything. The cold sneer on his face instantly transformed into endless killing intent.

The dagger was now less than ten centimeters from Su Chen's neck! The hideous expression on Vice President Ye Ling's real face was clearly visible!

Standing at the edge of the pit, Director Wang Teng was already prepared to throw his head back and laugh.

“Do it, Young Master Ye!” Director Wang Teng roared excitedly. “Rip his throat open!”

“It's over, hillbilly!” Vice President Ye Ling's dagger stabbed down ruthlessly!

The breath of all one hundred thousand people in the venue completely stopped at this moment. Everyone thought Su Chen's head was about to roll.

However, at this very critical juncture...

Su Chen, who had seemed completely pinned down by the gravity all this time...

suddenly moved.

He didn't try to dodge Vice President Ye Ling's dagger, nor did he pay any attention to the sky full of phantoms.

Under the terrifying pressure of the hundredfold gravity, Su Chen straightened his spine with absolute ease!

“What?!” Director Wang Teng's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

How can he still move?! Under my hundredfold gravity, how could he possibly stand up straight as if nothing happened?! Is he even fucking human?!

Su Chen completely ignored Director Wang Teng's shock. He slowly turned his head to face the poisoned dagger thrusting down from Vice President Ye Ling.

Those Three-Tomoe Sharingan, resembling a bloody sea of the abyss, carried supreme mockery as they locked straight onto Vice President Ye Ling's ecstatic gaze.

Their eyes met.

The wild grin on Vice President Ye Ling's face completely froze the moment he met those crimson eyes!

An indescribable, terrifying chill rushed straight up his spine to the crown of his head! “He saw me?! How is that possible! With dozens of Clones, how did he see through my real body at a single glance?!”

Vice President Ye Ling's heart clenched violently, and his scalp went numb. But the dagger had already been thrust; there was no pulling it back!

“So what if you saw through it! Under hundredfold gravity, you can't even lift your hand! You are bound to die!” Vice President Ye Ling roared hysterically, plunging the dagger down with all his might!

“Is that so?”

Su Chen calmly uttered those words, his hands still casually tucked in his pockets.

But in an instant, a world-destroying, terrifying surge of vital energy and blood erupted from his right leg, which was deeply embedded in the shattered floor tiles!

“Vroom—!”

The pitch-black [Armament Haki], so deep it seemed capable of devouring all light, instantly wrapped around Su Chen's right leg!

At the same time, wisps of dark red [Ryuo] internal energy danced wildly outside his black trouser leg, producing ear-piercing sonic booms!

“Crack!” Su Chen violently pulled his right leg out of the floor tiles, completely ignoring the invisible, colossal force pressing down on him.

His gaze did not look at Vice President Ye Ling. Instead, it was locked dead onto that weak node of the gravity field in mid-air.

Then, his right leg, like a taut black steel whip carrying a violent killing intent that could sever all things,

kicked out toward the air!