After reviewing their memories, Naruto quickly lost interest.
Just another shady group doing shady business.
"If they dare come again, I'll just wipe them out."
Seven Days Later: The Final Battle.
The final match of the National Tournament had arrived.
Naruto faced off against the middle-parted youth, the other finalist—who was also the rumored system user.
Through dozens of matches, Naruto had maintained his legendary one-punch streak.
Add to that his perfect looks and natural charisma…
And he had become a nationwide favorite.
Most people admired strength—
And someone like Naruto, with overwhelming power and a unique presence, naturally earned waves of fans.
Especially the female fans, whose chants of "Have my babies!" echoed through the arena.
Naruto had been on this planet long enough to get a sense of its culture.
One word summed it up: bold.
From Lu Bingran and her red-dress lover's secrets…
To the blunt, no-filter attitudes of ordinary folks—
Everyone here was wild and direct.
People practiced martial arts like breathing.
Dueling was a daily occurrence.
So when Naruto had kicked those guys at the academy gate?
No consequences.
No one cared.
The Final Match Begins.
The stadium was packed with hundreds of thousands of spectators.
Nationwide live coverage was broadcasting the event.
Naruto and the middle-parted youth stood face-to-face on the grand stage.
The youth's system had given him small attribute bonuses after every win.
Slow growth, designed for a long grind.
If he had thirty years, maybe he'd stand a chance.
But now?
Only resignation and despair remained on his face.
"Forget it… losing's fine. I'll just keep grinding later."
Trying to psych himself up, he prepared to give it his all—
If only to last more than one punch.
As soon as the referee called "Begin!",
the youth activated his trump cards.
He'd blown all his savings last night to unlock two techniques:
"Lightning Step – Triple Surge!"
"Eighth-Level Break!"
Crackling with thunder, his figure blurred—
splitting into three lightning shadows, zigzagging across the arena.
"So fast!" gasped the crowd.
Lightning-based footwork was rare and dazzling.
The three shadows struck from three angles—
aiming a crushing triple blow to Naruto's head.
A breathless silence fell over the stadium.
Could this be the end of Naruto's One-Punch Legend?
But in the very next instant—
Naruto didn't even lift his head.
He casually swung his fist backward.
Boom!
The true body was instantly blown away, leaving a crater in the arena floor.
That vaunted footwork?
To Naruto's Tenseigan, it was as slow as an old lady crossing the street.
The crowd fell into stunned silence.
Then—
"ONE PUNCH!!"
"ONE PUNCH!!!"
Deafening cheers erupted from the stands.
Naruto just stood there, unfazed—his attention on the system message in his mind:
"Congratulations, host! You've won the National Tournament!
Reward: 10 God-Tier Divine Tree Seeds!"
"System merger complete: The other system has been absorbed.
Your system is now undergoing a version upgrade."
Naruto raised an eyebrow.
"Didn't know you could absorb other systems."
But that thought quickly turned to caution.
If his system could absorb others…
Then others might come for him someday too.
In this vast universe, there had to be other system users even stronger.
"So I'm still not strong enough. Can't even enjoy being invincible in peace…"
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Naruto held one of the ten newly acquired seeds.
A golden glow shimmered in his palm—pulsing with limitless vitality.
Without hesitation, he walked to the center of the arena and planted it before the entire crowd.
'No need to be subtle. Planting a Divine Tree was going to make a scene anyway.
Might as well make it grand.'
Boom!
The moment the seed touched soil, the entire planet trembled.
In mere minutes, the seed began greedily absorbing the world's energy, growing with wild ferocity.
A giant golden tree rose toward the heavens.
Everyone stared in awe.
The tree grew so rapidly, its trunk alone dwarfed the entire stadium.
Realizing something was wrong, the crowd panicked and fled in chaos.
Luckily, they were mostly martial artists—fast on their feet.
Most of them escaped in time.
From afar, they turned and gazed at the scene in disbelief:
The Divine Tree's branches pierced the clouds.
Its trunk radiated golden light, so majestic it took their breath away.
Someone exclaimed, as if in a dream—
"A golden legend!!"