chsdbacks Chapter 444 How could an adult take a child seriously!
Chapter 444 How could an adult take a child seriously!
"Waaaaah...waaaah...waaaah...!"
A sharp alarm sounded, reaching the ears of Uchiha Mitsunori and Ada.
The lights on both sides of the passageway flashed red lights frantically in sync with the alarm.
Ada's fingers tightened around Sanfeng's arm, and the sweet smile on her face froze instantly, as if extinguished by ice water.
Her pupils contracted slightly, a fleeting look of panic crossed her eyes, and her Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.
With a "thump," the first thought in her mind was: it was Dimon! Apart from her, the only person in the entire base who was single-mindedly protecting her was her younger brother, who dared to do something as impulsive as breaking into the base and disobeying the orders of the Three Peaks.
Almost at the same time she stopped, Uchiha Mitsunori also slowly came to a halt. His lazy and composed aura remained unchanged, only his brows furrowed slightly, barely perceptible to the naked eye, before relaxing again.
Ada turned around abruptly, looking up at Sanfeng, who was a head taller than her. Her eyes, which were originally full of admiration and dependence, were now filled with pleading and trepidation.
She carefully released her grip on his arm, her long eyelashes trembling gently like the wings of a startled butterfly.
She took a deep breath, as if gathering all her courage: "Lord Sanfeng... I'm so sorry. It must be my brother Dimon. He... he must have been worried about me, that's why he did something so impulsive like breaking into the base. Please don't be angry with him. I'll definitely talk to him properly and make him apologize to you!"
As she spoke, she secretly raised her eyelids and quickly glanced at Sanfeng's expression.
Seeing that he was calm and showed no anger, I felt a little relieved, but my anxiety still surged like a tide.
Uchiha Mitsunori lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the anxious and apprehensive figure before him, who was pleading for his younger brother.
He slowly raised his hand and gently placed it on Ada's head, his tone calm and even: "It's alright. Since you pleaded for him, I won't be angry with him."
With his hands in his trench coat pockets, he gazed indifferently toward the entrance of the passage, his eyes piercing through the barriers to see the figure rushing toward him.
"Since he is so eager to come to you, let's wait for him here and fulfill his wish."
Ada stood there stunned for a few seconds, and then the apprehension in her eyes was replaced by deep gratitude.
A bright smile returned to her face, and she nodded vigorously. "Thank you, Lord Mitsufumi! You're so kind!"
In her view, it was all because Sanfeng cared about her that he was so forgiving of Dimon. Her admiration for Sanfeng deepened even more. She stood obediently beside Sanfeng and looked towards the entrance of the passage, but her eyes held a hint of worry for her younger brother.
"Little brother, please don't act impulsively again..."
Silence returned to the passageway, with only the distant siren of an alarm still faintly echoing like a death knell.
The silence didn't last long; a series of hurried, heavy footsteps approached from afar.
"Da...da...da..."
Soon, a young boy appeared at the entrance of the passage.
"elder sister!"
Dimon spotted Ida standing next to the three peaks at a glance, his voice filled with urgency and worry.
He didn't even have time to catch his breath before he strode towards the two of them.
When Ada saw Dimon's appearance, her heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.
She rushed forward, spreading her arms to stop him, and anxiously shouted, "Dimon! Go back! This is really none of your business. Lord Mitsumine and I just... just had to take care of a small matter!"
She stopped mid-sentence, having no idea where Sanfeng was taking her, and could only vaguely cover it up, her tone filled with panic.
"go back?"
Dimon abruptly stopped, his chest heaving violently, his heavy breathing particularly clear in the passageway.
He seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world; his anger intensified, and he also showed a deep sense of disappointment.
"Sister, are you still defending him? Haven't you seen his true colors? He's no good person at all; he wants to steal your divine powers! I can't just stand by and watch you fall into his trap. I must save you!"
After saying that, he didn't give Ada a chance to explain herself. He slammed his feet into the ground with a loud thud, and the metal floor seemed to tremble.
His chakra exploded instantly, forming a faint current that blew the stray hairs on his forehead backward.
Immediately afterwards, his figure shot towards the Uchiha Sanfeng like a powerful arrow, accompanied by a sharp gust of wind.
He knew perfectly well that his strength was far inferior to that of the Three Peaks, but for his sister's sake, he had no choice but to fight with all his might, even if it was like throwing an egg against a rock.
"don't want!"
Upon seeing this, Ada's lips turned pale, and she instinctively wanted to rush forward to stop her.
But before she could take a step, Uchiha Mitsumine gently raised his hand to block her from behind.
His hand rested lightly on her shoulder, yet it carried an irresistible force, holding her firmly in place and preventing her from taking another step.
Ada's eyes reddened with anxiety, and she could only watch helplessly as her younger brother launched an attack on the Uchiha Mitsurugi.
"It's okay, he's still young, it's normal for him to be a little impulsive."
Despite Dimon's all-out attack, Uchiha Mitsunori remained expressionless, his eyes as indifferent as if he were watching a moth drawn to a flame.
He didn't even try to dodge; he simply raised his right hand slowly, exuding a mysterious and powerful aura.
Just as Dimon's fist was less than half a foot from his chest, and the force of the wind was already ruffling his clothes, a distorted spatial portal unfolded before him.
A powerful suction force suddenly erupted from the spatial gate.
Dimon's expression froze abruptly. Before he could react, his forward-moving figure was firmly locked by the suction force, and his body flew uncontrollably toward the spatial gate.
"No!"
He roared, trying to mobilize his chakra to resist, but found that the suction force was stronger than he had imagined, and it was completely useless.
Ada was also swept up by the sudden suction force, and her body staggered forward a few steps uncontrollably.
She cried out and reached out, grabbing Uchiha Mitsunori's hand, before being swept into the chaotic darkness as well.
The portal then closed with a "hum," and the passage returned to deathly silence.
The next second, the three of them appeared on a desolate ancient battlefield.
Beneath our feet lay cracked earth, riddled with pits of varying depths.
Seeing the situation before her, Ada's body couldn't help but tremble slightly.
Uchiha Mitsunori sensed her trembling and gently patted the back of her hand, as if to dispel the fear in her heart.
He spoke as if it were a trivial matter, his voice devoid of emotion: "Ada, don't panic. Since Dimon is so eager to fight, I'll play along for a bit, just to pass the time."
Dimon staggered to his feet, the wind whipping at his clothes and tousling his hair.
Uchiha Mitsunori's indifferent attitude seemed to humiliate his efforts, fueling his anger even more.
He took a deep breath and charged toward the three peaks again.
This time, he was even faster than before, leaving blurry afterimages in the swirling dust.
He had been practicing physical skills diligently since childhood, and his speed and strength were among the best of his peers. Now, he was unleashing his full power, attacking with alternating punches, knees, and elbows. His moves were fierce and ruthless, each one aimed directly at Sanfeng's vital points without any mercy.
"Bang...bang...bang..."
A series of dull thuds echoed across the battlefield, like the beating of drums.
Uchiha Mitsunaga remained standing in place, neither dodging nor avoiding, but simply relying on his extreme reaction speed to easily block each of Dimon's attacks.
His movements seemed slow, yet he always managed to precisely block Dimon's attacks, easily deflecting Dimon's force with a slight twist of his wrist.
Dimon's fist landed on his arm as if it were hitting hard steel.
With a muffled clang, his fist throbbed with excruciating pain, his knuckles feeling as if they were about to crack, but the other man remained completely still, not even flinching.
Dimon's anxiety grew wildly, like weeds. He clearly sensed the vast difference in strength between the two sides, as if it were an insurmountable chasm.
To the other party, one's own attack is as laughable as a tickle.
If this continues, forget about saving my sister, I won't even be able to hurt a single finger of the other party!
In desperation, Dimon activated the divine power within him: Reflection.
This is his greatest trump card, and also an extremely special divine technique: any enemy who harbors murderous intent towards him will have their killing intent transformed into a substantial attack, completely reflected back at the enemy. The stronger the killing intent, the greater the power of the reflection.
Dimon's eyes narrowed, and his attack rhythm suddenly accelerated, his fists raining down on the three peaks.
He didn't believe that the Uchiha Sanfeng wouldn't have the intention to kill him!
However, to his astonishment, Uchiha Mitsunori's face remained expressionless, and his aura remained as steady as an ancient well, showing no effect whatsoever from the Reflection Technique.
"How is that possible..."
A deep chill ran through Dimon. He had never encountered anyone immune to his reflective divine magic. What was going on? Did Sanfeng have no intention of killing him at all? Or was his divine magic simply ineffective against Sanfeng?
Uchiha Mitsunori seemed to have noticed his subtle movements, and a smile appeared on his lips: "Why would an adult take a child seriously? Your divine technique is interesting, but unfortunately it's useless against me."
He saw through the essence of Dimon's divine magic; this seemingly strange magic had no effect on him.
He only intended to toy with Dimon, and had no intention of killing him whatsoever. After saying that, he finally stopped passively blocking, and with a sudden burst of strength in his right hand, he precisely grabbed Dimon's wrist the instant his fist swung down again.
A tremendous force suddenly came from his wrist, and Dimon felt as if his wrist was being clamped tightly by iron clamps.