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The sharp wind dissipated.

Tan Wenjie stood up, holding a seemingly ordinary broadsword in his hand.

"What's the name of this sword?" Kisuke Urahara asked.

Tan Wenjie gently stroked the blade and said, "A broadsword."

The knife itself was nothing special, but it looked so familiar to him; it seemed like he had used a similar knife when he first embarked on this path.

From then on, they slew ghosts and corpses, and vanquished demons and monsters.

After going around in circles, I never expected to end up with a knife like this.

Who's promoting fatalism? It doesn't seem original at all.

"Would you mind having an opponent?" Kisuke Urahara asked, lifting his cane.

He pulled out the cane, revealing a sharp, slender blade.

Who gave him such courage to challenge so many powerful beings from all over the heavens, including the Great Emperor of Fengdu, the Holy General Protector of the Dao, the Heavenly Emperor, the God of Wealth, the King of Olympus, and so on—too many to list?

"I accept your challenge."

"..."

Tan Wenjie stepped forward, twisted his body 720 degrees, and swung his broadsword around his arm. His whole body seemed to dance in the air like a spinning wheel, and then "clang!" he slashed down.

"when!"

The slender blade blocked the attack.

Kisuke Urahara stood motionless, but the burst of air blew his hat off.

Those in the distance endured more of the storm and instinctively raised their hands to shield their faces.

Tan Wenjie continued his attack, drawing his sword and slashing repeatedly.

His attack speed is getting faster and faster, but the power is not as strong, and he will immediately change whenever Kisuke Urahara gets used to his attack frequency and style.

"A genius in swordsmanship," said the assistant shopkeeper, Tetsuzai.

Rukia Kuchiki asked in bewilderment, "A genius in swordsmanship?"

“It’s just like…” Tessai nodded solemnly, “Kenpachi!”

"Captain Zaraki?" Rukia Kuchiki was even more puzzled. In her memory, the spiky-haired guy attacked like a madman, without any skill whatsoever.

Even as they were talking, the battle had already reached a fever pitch.

The two, who were still clashing in close combat, suddenly widened the distance between them. Tan Wenjie quickly swung his wrist, gripping the knife, and unleashed a series of sword energies.

Kisuke Urahara blocked with his blade.

"Sword pressure?"

His expression was slightly serious.

The power that can only be mastered by those who have reached an extremely high level of swordsmanship is not a difference in the strength of spiritual pressure, but rather a higher level of swordsmanship.

Tan Wenjie continued to swing the blade rapidly.

"Om-"

A thin white line pierced through the space in front of Kisuke Urahara.

Kisuke Urahara's pupils dilated as he quickly uttered the release incantation, and the Zanpakuto in his hand rapidly transformed.

"Wake up, Honghime!"

The moment the red shield was raised.

"Snapped!"

The shield shattered.

It's not sharpness, but a spatial rift.

To be able to cut through space with a weapon—this is swordsmanship honed to its pinnacle.

Urahara Kisuke was certain that Tan Wenjie's swordsmanship was definitely not at such a level when he first picked up the sword. In just a short while, the other party reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship.
The fact that the spiritual pressure didn't change means that none of this had anything to do with the Zanpakuto; it was purely due to the opponent's rapid improvement in skill.

However, the attacks became more and more frequent, with thin white lines appearing like a spider web, rapidly piling up and completely enveloping Kisuke Urahara.

Countless buzzing sounds, like the mournful cries emanating from space itself.

At that moment, Kisuke Urahara's expression changed drastically.

After the sharp sound of space shattering, only a piece of clothing cut into pieces remained, while Kisuke Urahara himself appeared a hundred meters away.

"Oh dear, I was almost killed."

Even though he had seen enough geniuses, he still had to say that the man before him possessed unparalleled talent in swordsmanship.

"Okay, I'm out of energy."

Tan Wenjie raised his hand to signal a halt, panting heavily.

It was only at this moment that everyone realized that Tan Wenjie was actually using a Zanpakuto while in a human body.

……

His understanding of Zanpakuto gave him a glimmer of hope: perhaps the opportunity to sever his "self" was just around the corner.

As for Kisuke Urahara, he was just playing around with the other party. Even if the other party had no magic power and was just an ordinary person, he could still use the power of the surrounding environment to surround and kill a single target.

Understanding is more important than gaining power.

After witnessing the grand spectacle of a genius's birth, Rukia Kuchiki left, only to remember that she had an even more important task: to train that blond delinquent into a true Grim Reaper.

“I’m very interested in your body.” Kisuke Urahara approached Wenjie. “Could you give me a sample of your blood?”

"Whatever," Tan Wenjie said generously.

In higher-level pursuits, unless one's physical excellence was among the best in the beginning of time, there is little difference.

Nowadays, Tan Wenjie is just an ordinary person with a little bit of spiritual pressure.

His previous burst of physical strength was only due to some minor enhancements.

The result greatly disappointed Kisuke Urahara.

Unable to determine why the other party possessed such extraordinary abilities despite having an ordinary physique, he could only conclude that they were a master in terms of spiritual cultivation.

Combat wisdom, skills, and so on are also related to the strength of an opponent.

For several days in a row, Tan Wenjie did nothing but ponder the meaning of his knife, eat, and occasionally pet his cat.

"Manager, that bastard has eaten everything in the store."

"What? You ate all the expired food too?"

"Only expired ones are left!"

"..."

"Manager, something terrible has happened! That bastard took Yoruichi to take a bath!"

"..."

After confirming that Tan Wenjie was a greedy creature who only took in but never gave out, Kisuke Urahara immediately decided to drive him away, as it was definitely not because the other party wanted to kidnap his cat.

Tan Wenjie looks like a madman who only knows how to cultivate, so he definitely has no interest in beautiful women.

I have my own child to raise, an assistant store manager to support, and a cat to care for. Life is already tough enough; I can't afford to feed another mouth to feed.

So on that morning, Kisuke Urahara approached Wenjie Tan, hoping to get rid of him as soon as possible.

"Tan Jun, do you have any dreams?"

“I want to go further,” Tan Wenjie said, pointing to his knife.

"You mean Bankai?" Kisuke Urahara squinted, chuckling. "Actually, I used to be one of the captains of Soul Society. You might not know what a captain is..."

Tan Wenjie said, "I'll leave once I've learned Bankai."

"Okay! It's a deal!"

Kisuke Urahara grabbed his buttocks with his right hand and slammed them forward.

"Oh!"

A humanoid device crashed to the ground.

"This is the Transcendental Body I researched. If you pierce it with your sword, you can materialize your Zanpakuto. Defeating it will allow you to learn Bankai," Kisuke Urahara said. "But your time is limited. If you cannot subdue your sword within three days, you will lose it forever..."

"Pfft!" Tan Wenjie had already plunged the knife into the Transcendental Body. Urahara Kisuke: "..."

His words were abruptly interrupted. Just as he was about to speak again, he was suddenly stunned by a powerful force and his body quickly retreated to create distance.

"This power..."

The power is too strong, it's not right.

Perhaps only when facing that old man Yamamoto, who was known as the strongest Grim Reaper in a thousand years, did one feel this suffocating sense of oppression.

This Zanpakuto is terrifyingly powerful!
His divine body transformed into a young man wearing a red robe, with a wheel of merit behind his head, and exuding supreme majesty.

Looking closely at the young man's face, it was clearly Tan Wenjie himself.

This situation had never occurred before. Despite his confusion, Kisuke Urahara waited quietly by the side, hoping that Tan Wenjie could settle the score with his opponent.

But he himself felt that Tan Wenjie had been too reckless this time, and with his strength, he simply couldn't win against that knife.

Looking at the image manifested by the Zanpakuto and sensing the familiar aura emanating from it, Tan Wenjie immediately confirmed that this sword was the power he had previously poured into it.

Although it only contains a small portion of magical power, when released, it is something that ordinary death gods in this world cannot resist.

The two sides are too far apart in strength.

He raised his knife and looked at himself opposite him. The other person remained silent, simply raising his knife slowly.

"Bang!"

The weapons clashed, and Tan Wenjie was sent flying backward. In a simple contest of strength, he was no match for his own knife.

"Just defeating myself is enough?"

This is a bit too simple.

After all, the self manifested by the Zanpakuto before him was only a part of the magic power, and magic power has its limits.

In contrast, Tan Wenjie himself can draw endless strength from the natural environment.

With a finite mana bar against an infinite mana bar, victory is already assured.

But what he wanted was not to unleash his Zanpakuto. After all, no matter how powerful a Zanpakuto was, it could never be as powerful as a magical weapon capable of destroying the heavens and the earth, let alone an entire world.

"Get them subdued first!"

The other party has become a knife, a product conforming to the power rules of this world, and has no connection with the real self anymore.

Without uttering a word, the two began their duel with swords.

It's the same person; I can't break their moves.

But as the fight went on, Tan Wenjie suddenly clenched his left hand and raised it above his head.

Spiritual energy was rapidly gathering over the entire Japanese island nation.

The clouds gathered rapidly.

At school, Ichigo Kurosaki, who was diligently attending class, noticed a change in the air. He turned to look out the window, then suddenly pushed his desk and stood up.

"Kurosaki-san, is something the matter?"

"Teacher, my stomach hurts!"

The bespectacled boy in the same class also witnessed this scene.

If ordinary people can only see dark clouds gathering, then those with spiritual power can clearly see that spiritual power condenses into a giant fist.

This punch was probably designed to sink the entire island nation.

……

Soul Society, Technology Development Bureau.

The red light flashed.

"Report this to the chief immediately!"

Now, there is no room for carelessness.

"Who on earth used such a terrifying technique? If that giant fist of spiritual energy were to fall from the sky, and too many people were to die... the Soul Society wouldn't be able to contain it!"

The information was quickly delivered to the First Division.

All the team leaders rushed over as soon as they received the news, and they had already heard the general situation on their way there.

The captain, leaning on his cane, glanced at the strange man in charge of the Technology Development Bureau: "Captain Mayuri Kurotsuchi, you explain the situation."

Mayuri Kurotsuchi chuckled twice before saying, "A terrifying spiritual pressure has appeared in the world. According to the intelligence analysis of the Technology Development Bureau, the entire Japan will sink in five minutes."

All the captains: "..."

"So, what about intelligence on the enemy?" asked one of the bespectacled, unremarkable-looking, mild-mannered passersby.

“We have no way of knowing the enemy’s information, but… that power seems to come from the location of a wanted criminal in Soul Society, Kisuke Urahara.”

"Urahara Kisuke!" Captain-Commander Yamamoto jerked his cane sharply. "It was him!"

With his white beard flickering like angry white flames, Captain-Commander Yamamoto declared, "All captains, follow me to the mortal world."

The situation was urgent; they only had five minutes left and could not afford to waste any more time.

"Yes, open the interdimensional portal immediately!"

As one Japanese-style paper door after another opened from the sky, the captains of Soul Society, who were also the strongest, arrived in the human world.

Upon arriving in this space, they were immediately drawn to the enormous, overwhelming fist of spiritual energy overhead.

Even breathing became difficult.

"Hehehehehe!" The spiky-haired captain laughed excitedly, "Only a formidable enemy like this deserves my wrath!"

However, the vast majority of people reacted normally, with their brows furrowed.

The image of a terrifying enemy, whom they had never met but who gave them an impression of invincibility, began to take shape in their minds.

Captain-Commander Yamamoto suddenly gripped his cane, tearing off the outer covering to reveal a long sword hidden within.

He quickly drew his sword, and towering flames erupted from the blade, crashing towards the enormous spiritual fist in the sky. But to everyone's surprise, the flames were extinguished by the wind before they even touched the fist.

"hiss."

"The captain's attack was completely ineffective."

"Now we're in trouble."

"Should we just run away?"

The group of people had different expressions, but they all tacitly agreed that the fist pressing down on their heads and getting stronger every second was something they couldn't resist.

"boom!"

The roof of a dilapidated grocery store below exploded, and a red-robed figure with an aura no less imposing than the captain emerged, charging towards the giant fist.

Who is that?

A top expert actually deliberately walked into danger!
The force, almost like a self-destruction, directly shook the fist, nearly causing it to collapse.

However, the fist quickly repaired itself, but the figure completely disappeared. Instead, the surrounding space was affected by this powerful force and almost collapsed.

"Quickly, do it!"

"Swastika——!"*N
"boom!"

The fist landed, completely silencing all the captains' voices.

The scenario of sinking the entire island nation as imagined did not occur; the spiritual fist dissipated silently within seconds.

The twelve captains remained in place, severely injured.

On the other side, Kisuke Urahara wiped the sweat from his forehead; the situation was completely beyond his expectations.

"Manager, something terrible has happened! All twelve captains, including Captain-Commander Yamamoto, have been severely injured outside our store!"

"what?!"

This is truly bad.

He looked at the culprit, Tan Wenjie, but could no longer determine who he was.

"It was just a mistake that got caught in the crossfire," Tan Wenjie replied casually, his gaze fixed on the knife in his hand.

The sword didn't change much after Bankaiing; it was just a little sharper, which slightly increased his strength.

He released his grip, and the knife automatically transformed into Tan Wenjie. (End of Chapter)