Chapter 50: Zhao Yingkong: I Will Kill You, Qian Gu! (Please Keep Reading!!!)

In the end, Zhao Yingkong still chose to purchase the one-tomoe Sharingan enhancement.

She was tempted.

She was tempted by Qian Gu's "shortcut" method for rapidly increasing combat prowess.

Though she still had no idea what that method actually was.

Being an enhancement provided by the God, it naturally lacked Kakashi's awkward drawback; the Sharingan was easily deactivated, restoring her pair of pitch-black pupils, which now flickered with a sharp, excited light.

"How does it feel?"

Qian Gu asked.

"Hmm."

Zhao Yingkong was somewhat pleased: "After activating it, my static and dynamic visual acuity have improved significantly, and so has my insight. Moreover, there is clearly an extra energy flowing within my body, though it requires a process of refinement."

"That's completely normal."

Qian Gu was not surprised by this.

The chakra energy circulation system of Naruto belongs to a semi-instantaneous energy type. Mixing physical energy and spiritual energy within the body produces what is known as "stamina," which forms the foundation of taijutsu.

At the same time, this power can be refined and transformed into chakra, serving as the foundation for all sorts of cool ninjutsu, and it naturally requires a refining process.

"So, what was that method you mentioned?"

Curious about the method Qian Gu had spoken of, Zhao Yingkong couldn't help but ask.

"Simple..."

Qian Gu smiled brilliantly and raised a hand: "Tell me, do you have any memories that are painful enough?"

"Yes, that..."

Snap!

A snap of the fingers.

Zhao Yingkong's whole body suddenly fell into a trance. The surrounding environment began to shift, and she found herself back on that familiar yet unfamiliar island. A person she knew well stood right before her, with rows of slaughtered boys and girls behind them.

"So it was little Apple after all."

That person turned around, speaking in a frivolous tone, looking at Zhao Yingkong with a playful smirk.

"Zhao! Zhui! Kong!"

...

"Qian Gu, what did you do?"

Outside the illusion, Zheng Zha looked at Zhao Yingkong, who had frozen in place and suddenly taken on a ferocious expression, feeling somewhat uneasy.

"Just a simple little illusion spell. I actually thought the saving throw might negate it."

5th-level spell, Enchantment school, Modify Memory.

The fundamental function of this spell is to alter and weave a person's memories, thereby reshaping an entirely new individual.

You must know that what defines a person is sometimes not just their physical existence, but even more so the memories they hold. The Zhao Yingkong before them was a very typical example; different personality memories had forged two distinct "Yingkongs."

Originally, Qian Gu thought the spell might fail and was prepared to trade for some other nifty little gadgets, like virtual reality.

However!

The save was rolled, and yet it didn't block it.

Qian Gu's spell took effect, but instead of altering core memories—since Zhao Yingkong's deepest memories, specifically the truth known to the "greater Yingkong," were concealed by someone likely reaching the pseudo-Saint level—it did something else.

Rewriting the surface-level memories, namely the past memories of the Zhao Yingkong standing right before him, was as easy as pie.

At this very moment, within the realm of her mind and memories, Zhao Yingkong was reliving the past.

That "Night of the Clan's Annihilation" where her brothers and sisters were brutally murdered.

One has to admit that template-cheat characters are truly amazing; copy-pasting is just that satisfying. Even the method for rapidly boosting pupil power turned out to be identical, as long as you don't...

*Consider that unsaid.*

Qian Gu watched the tomoe continuously spinning within Zhao Yingkong's pupils. Her scarlet eyes spun like windmills, moving from one tomoe to two, and finally to three.

Both eyes, three tomoe!

It was an almost leap-like enhancement. Fueled by the extreme emotions of hatred, pain, sorrow, and murderous intent, Zhao Yingkong abruptly unlocked the three-tomoe Sharingan, instantly leaping to become a reincarnator of the same enhancement tier as Qian Gu.

Three-tomoe Sharingan, grade BB!

And right at that moment, a subtle cracking sound echoed quietly from within her mind.

Zhao Yingkong's pupils regained their clarity.

Where is that bastard Zhao Zhuikong?

Wait.

I am in the God's dimension!

Then...

Zhao Yingkong's brain operated at high speed. Recalling Qian Gu's enhancement system, her face flushed red. Without even deactivating her Sharingan, she lunged forward fiercely.

"I'm going to kill you!!!"

Buzz—

Almost instantly, a bright blue glow appeared across Zhao Yingkong's ten fingernails. This layer of light coated her nails with a lethal edge, turning claws that could already slice through steel into divine weapons capable of cutting through iron as if it were mud.

Hmm?

Qian Gu's movements were far faster than Zhao Yingkong's.

With a light tap of his toes against the ground, he blasted backward a dozen meters, while Arnold stepped forward to block right between them, taking the full brunt of the strike.

His right shoulder was instantly slashed open, the cut parting even a large portion of the bone.

"It's the Chakra Scalpture!"

At this moment, Li Shuaixi, who usually read a wide variety of miscellaneous books, actually recognized what it was.

"A bit interesting."

Qian Gu chuckled softly, quite satisfied with this outcome.

Chakra Scalpel!

A grade-A medical ninjutsu. In Qian Gu's view, its essence was not particularly rare; it was a technique that exercised extremely high control over the shape transformation of chakra, forming a sharp scalpel sufficient to perform surgery while also doubling as a formidable weapon to attack enemies with immense destructive power.

The Chakra Scalpel wielded by Zhao Yingkong at this moment naturally had not reached the "complete state"—that was merely a guess on Li Shuaixi's part.

She was simply condensing chakra onto her fingernails and performing a preliminary shape transformation, turning her nails into blades to achieve an edge that could cut through virtually anything.

'She actually unlocked the genetic limit.'

Qian Gu clicked his tongue.

Clearly, Zhao Yingkong had just unlocked her genetic lock.

Relying entirely on the endless primitive instincts and combat techniques of the first-stage genetic lock, along with a 90% utilization rate of her enhancement, she had cobbled this technique together on the spot.

Just as Qian Gu had said, she was an assassin, and her technique was already sufficient.

As long as the missing energy circulation or a proper bloodline was completed, then under the combination of the genetic lock and assassination techniques, Zhao Yingkong would become the very first reincarnator in the Central China Team to possess a self-created skill.

The battle continued.

The rudimentary-stage Chakra Scalpel had not yet reached its complete state in terms of shape transformation; it was unstable and consumed a fair amount of energy.

However, its power was also tremendous.

Arnold was already covered in blood. Lacking various buffs and hampered by Qian Gu's rookie-level combat skills, he was instead being played in the palm of Zhao Yingkong's hand.

It wasn't that his strength was insufficient, but rather that his technique was lacking, failing to allow him to fully leverage his power.

Zhao Yingkong's technique was already enough. Though she hadn't reached the so-called realm of microscopic perception, she could still organically combine everything she had mastered while under the state of the genetic lock.

Beneath the Sharingan, she could discern and capture movements, executing evasions almost simultaneously.

"Enough."

Qian Gu said indifferently, and Arnold froze instantly, allowing Zhao Yingkong to charge straight past him.

Then...

Dragon wings spread wide!

Qian Gu's time flow decoupled from the environment. As the accelerated-spell state returned, Zhao Yingkong's extreme speed suddenly didn't seem so remarkable anymore.

The brute strength of the Ox!

A devastating punch!