Slayer: Look directly at the Seraph, standing on the sun

A sense of unease instantly welled up in his heart, a feeling he had never experienced with any opponent before, especially now that he possessed absolute power.

“You have enough courage to fight me,” Ban said in a low voice, his voice filled with complex emotions, “but you can’t change my beliefs.” He stretched out his hand, and a powerful spiritual force began to surge towards Zhang Hai, seemingly trying to completely bind him under his control.

Zhang Hai's expression changed, realizing that Ban had begun to use his omniscience and omnipotence, attempting to completely suppress him on a mental level. However, he did not back down, but instead met the pressure of this power, and his potential was fully unleashed at this moment.

"What I'm resisting isn't just your power," Zhang Hai said in a low voice, his Mangekyou Sharingan lighting up again, its light seemingly containing an invisible force that clashed with Madara's spiritual power.

Zhang Hai's gaze was like a sword's edge in the cold wind, sharp and resolute. He didn't rush to attack, but stared intently at Uchiha Madara, his heart churning with turbulent emotions. Every word Madara spoke, every glance seemed to be challenging the deepest beliefs and resolve within him.

“You’re right,” Zhang Hai said slowly, his voice low and calm. “Too much talent, too many thoughts, too much ambition.” He emphasized each word, repeating Ban’s words precisely, as if he were savoring their meaning. “You see me as a threat, and think my challenge is a desecration of your beliefs, but you’re wrong, Ban.”

Ban paused for a moment, then a cold smile appeared on his face. He slowly stood up, a powerful aura emanating from his eyes, seemingly silencing the entire space. "You see everything too clearly, Zhang Hai," he said in a low voice, "but you've never understood why I chose this path. Everything I've done is for this world. For a world without pain, a world you cannot comprehend."

"Is that so?" Zhang Hai's eyes flashed with a complex light as he responded expressionlessly. "You used your so-called 'Infinite Tsukuyomi' to force the world into submission, suppressing all free will, thinking this was the way to save the world. But do you know? Your 'world' is nothing but a decaying wasteland."

Ban snorted coldly, stretched out his hand, and a black current began to gather in the void. Accompanied by swirling dust, the scene instantly became oppressive and heavy. He lowered his head slightly, his eyes revealing a deep, all-knowing coldness. "You may be able to articulate beautiful ideas, but your abilities still cannot change the world I have already decided upon."

As Zhang Hai watched the surging Dust Release power, his mind became unusually calm, a barely perceptible glint in his eyes. He knew that Madara's strength wasn't simply power, but stemmed from his complete control over everything; every move, every word, was fraught with threat. Yet, this didn't instill fear in Zhang Hai; instead, it strengthened his resolve.

“You don’t understand,” Zhang Hai said coldly. “You think you have everything under control, but let me tell you, time is the most powerful force.” He was no longer a calm bystander. The aura surging around him instantly became sharp as a blade, and the blade in his hand gleamed with a chilling light. “Even you cannot escape the decay of time.”

A flicker of contempt crossed Ban's eyes, but also a hint of wariness. He knew that Zhang Hai was no ordinary opponent, especially when the latter used "time" as a weapon. That was an extremely dangerous statement. A sense of unease crossed Ban's heart, but he did not waver. Instead, he responded with a cold laugh: "You're right, the decay of time is inevitable, but do you dare to face the fact that it will eventually devour everything? Can you escape it? Can you escape it, Zhang Hai?"

Zhang Hai did not answer. His gaze was no longer simply a challenge to Ban, but rather fixed on the distance. Suddenly, the air rippled, as if space itself was being pulled apart by some powerful force. Zhang Hai's figure vanished from his spot in an instant, appearing before Ban in a flash.

"Well done." A cold glint flashed in Madara's eyes, as if he had anticipated all of this. He suddenly raised his hand and unleashed a powerful Dust Release technique, which swept in like a whirlwind.

But Zhang Hai was prepared. He turned and dodged with the speed of a ghost. His Mangekyou Sharingan shifted slightly, and space seemed to freeze instantly. Madara's Dust Release attack was reversed, instantly countered by the flow of time.

“You’ve only made a futile effort,” Madara said through gritted teeth, seemingly angry at being suppressed, but that anger did not affect his composure. “You think you can surpass me, surpass my ‘Infinite Tsukuyomi’? Do you really think you have the power to change fate?”

A cold smile flashed in Zhang Hai's eyes. Suddenly, he took a large step forward, swinging his Unintentional Blade with the force of a thunderbolt, aiming directly at Madara's chest. Madara slightly shifted his body, instantly activating Susanoo. A massive energy body enveloped him, shimmering with black light.

However, this time, Zhang Hai did not rush to approach. He calmly stopped and continued to observe. Madara's Susanoo displayed powerful defenses, but Zhang Hai knew that it was not an impenetrable barrier.

"You think that's all, Madara?" Zhang Hai said in a low voice, suddenly leaping into the air. His figure merged with the Unintentional Blade, and the entire space seemed to distort in that instant. Madara's Susanoo's defense was rapidly weakened, and the blade in Zhang Hai's hand pierced through it like lightning.

A cold glint flashed in Madara's eyes, and then the massive Susanoo erupted with a powerful shockwave, violently sending Zhang Hai flying. Despite this, Zhang Hai did not stop; instead, he adjusted his posture in mid-air, quickly flipped his body, and landed steadily on the ground.

"You want to seize everything, Zhang Hai," Ban's voice echoed in the air once more, "but have you ever considered that your own heart has already been devoured by your ambition?"

Zhang Hai lowered his head, a slight smile playing on his lips, and said softly, "What I've grasped isn't just power."

Zhang Hai stood atop the mountain, gazing down at the dark clouds that blanketed the landscape. His thoughts churned, his heart churning like a violently turbulent ocean. He knew that Madara Uchiha's plan was far more complex than he could have imagined. And that calm and profound strategy made him feel deeply threatened.

Ban's words still echoed in his ears, "You only see the surface. You may have outstanding talent, but you are never calm enough to overcome that mental hurdle."

He slowly closed his eyes, feeling the breeze caress his face, but his heart grew heavier.