Chapter 319: Seriously Begging for Mercy
Seeing that Uchiha Dali was utterly unyielding and clearly about to strike, Ōtsutsuki Momoshiki was finally forced to abandon his delusions and choose to fight.
As his aura burst forth, Ōtsutsuki Kinshiki at his side immediately joined in.
"Let me first test his strength!"
Ōtsutsuki Kinshiki said as he rushed toward Uchiha Dali, intending to face thirty-five clones plus his true body alone.
"You're brave!"
Uchiha Dali couldn't help but sneer.
His true body didn't even bother to act—he simply folded his arms and stood aside, waiting to watch.
Meanwhile, the thirty-five clones were already eager for battle.
They didn't care about so-called martial virtue; all they knew was that the enemy posed a threat, so they were going to beat him down!
Ōtsutsuki Kinshiki was indeed strong.
His extremely powerful taijutsu combined with the perfection of the Byakugan made his combat power astonishing.
But no matter how formidable he was, his opponent was still Uchiha Dali.
In a one-on-one fight, Kinshiki's chance of victory against him was practically zero—let alone now, facing one against thirty-five.
The thirty-five clones surged forward toward Kinshiki simultaneously.
The battle was decided in nearly an instant.
From the sidelines, Ōtsutsuki Momoshiki witnessed the entire clash with his own eyes.
He saw those thirty-five clones, whose auras and strength were exactly identical, encircle Kinshiki from all directions.
Then, they struck at once.
Their speed and seamless coordination utterly defied imagination.
When their combined blows landed, this Ōtsutsuki, who possessed strength beyond the human body, was struck so hard he vomited blood on the spot, then fell face-first to the ground, unconscious.
"So fast! So strong!"
Only now did Momoshiki truly understand the vast, immeasurable gap between himself and the man before him.
At the same time, he completely abandoned any thoughts of resistance.
Then and there, in front of Uchiha Dali, he dropped to one knee.
"I submit."
With an expression of complete submission, Momoshiki bowed respectfully to Uchiha Dali.
"Oh?"
"And this is…?"
"I'm willing to become your subordinate, to act as your guardian and accompany you."
Momoshiki continued.
"There's no need for that."
Uchiha Dali immediately rejected his so-called "goodwill."
Yet Momoshiki clearly misunderstood. Upon hearing this, he quickly rose to his feet.
"This is about my attitude—I must show proper sincerity."
"Earlier, I failed to see myself clearly, and I failed to see you clearly…"
"No, no, no—you've misunderstood."
"I said, there's no need!"
Uchiha Dali's tone grew sharper.
Instantly, Momoshiki froze.
Only then did he realize Uchiha Dali had directly rejected the idea of allowing him to serve as a subordinate, not merely his act of kneeling and groveling.
Awkwardness washed over him, and he stood there at a loss.
"My clones—each one of them is stronger than you."
"So tell me—why would I need to keep you around?"
Uchiha Dali pressed coldly, not caring about the other's discomfort.
Momoshiki thought for a moment and realized he was right—there was indeed no need.
Which meant his life was truly in danger…
But he didn't want to die.
"I pose no threat to you."
"Your strength surpasses me by far—ten of me wouldn't be able to resist you. If you keep me alive, I can still be of use to you. And I won't demand any share of the chakra fruits—they'll all belong to you…"
Momoshiki began pleading continuously.
As he spoke, he glanced at Kinshiki.
That guy still hadn't regained consciousness, and his aura was growing even weaker.
Which meant the blow he had suffered wasn't merely enough to knock him out—Kinshiki had been gravely injured, his life hanging by a thread.
Such terrifying destructive power—Momoshiki had never seen its like in his life.
His survival instinct flared even stronger.
As long as he lived—even if it took a hundred years, a thousand years, or five thousand years—he would have the chance to evolve and grow again.
So long as he outlasted those "old ones."
So long as he endured until they transcended their physical forms and ascended to higher dimensions, no one would oppress him anymore, and he could continue gathering chakra fruits.
But if he were killed here, then everything would be over.
"But I truly can't think of any use in keeping you alive…"
Uchiha Dali looked at him coldly.
At his words, Momoshiki felt a wave of despair.
Yet he still wanted to struggle, to try to sway this man's decision.
So he quickly added: "What do you want? Perhaps I can help you?"
Uchiha Dali shook his head. "There's nothing I want, and nothing you could give me."
"Ōtsutsuki Kyōshiki? Weren't you very concerned about him just now? I can take you to him!"
"Kyōshiki…"
A flicker stirred in Uchiha Dali's heart.
If the Ōtsutsuki clan posed a threat to the shinobi world, then Kyōshiki might be a threat to the entire galaxy—assuming he was as strong as Momoshiki claimed.
He asked curiously, "The one you mentioned—compared to my strength, how does he measure?"
Uchiha Dali fixed his eyes on Momoshiki's face, carefully scrutinizing for any sign of a lie.
Momoshiki shook his head almost without hesitation. "He's stronger than you!"
"Really?"
"Absolutely true! That man is already close to godhood!"
"His power is beyond anything you or I can imagine. If he ever discovered we intended to betray him, he could erase us with a single thought!"
Momoshiki spoke with such conviction, not the slightest hint of falsehood.
On the contrary, at the mention of Kyōshiki, his face twisted with genuine terror, as if he had indeed endured immense trauma at his hands.
If this entire performance were fake, then the Academy Award of the cosmos surely belonged to him.
While Uchiha Dali pondered in silence, Momoshiki suddenly fumbled at his robes.
"Right, there's also this. Take it—it's my gift of respect to you, a small token of sincerity. Please, accept it!"
Uchiha Dali glanced at the item in his hand—and slowly, the corner of his mouth curved into a smile.