MC Creative Mode: Wholesale Perpetual Motion Machine

Chapter 172 A Brief Battle

What exactly is humanity, or rather, the human body?
What is the essence of this skin, this body?
The answer is: a flesh-and-blood machine constructed from cells, a complex and ingenious life machine.

At the microscopic level, an average adult male has as many as 7 × 10^27 atoms in his body, and at the cellular level, it is composed of approximately 37 to 40 trillion cells working together.

Further subdividing, the human body has 206 bones, over 900 ligaments, more than 600 muscles, as well as internal organs, the brain, the lymphatic system, and fascia tissue, skin, hair, and so on that surround all the muscles, forming an incredibly complex system.

Its sophistication far surpasses that of ordinary machinery.

However, questions also arise.

Why is it that, though both are made of flesh and blood, some people become scientists like Einstein, while others are simply ignorant and foolish?

Some people have the power to rule the world and are called the Heavenly Khan, whose might shakes all directions, while others can only eke out a living in slums, living from day to day.

Why do such intricate "parts" end up assembling into all sorts of lives, some of which are even "useless"?

Is the human body really that weak and useless?

That's for sure; from a certain perspective, the human body is indeed fragile.

No matter how much an ordinary person trains, even a top track and field athlete, their speed limit is only close to 10 meters per second.

Even the instantaneous impact force of a world-class boxing champion's punch is only a few hundred kilograms.

But is the power that can be unleashed by a sophisticated flesh-and-blood machine composed of trillions of cells limited to this?

Absolutely not!

Even from a macro perspective, if a person can roughly control all the muscles in their body and ignore the body's self-protection mechanisms, they can easily unleash a force of several tons.

Of course, this is merely a theoretical deduction, a theoretical conjecture that can basically be considered absurd and nonsensical.

Humans are normally incapable of doing that kind of thing.

Even those world-class athletes who stand at the top of billions of people, despite years of training and scientifically following the principles of power exertion, are still mortal and cannot ignore the body's inherent limitations to unleash self-destructive power.

Unless the human body is modified, with sufficiently advanced sensors taking over the entire nervous system and using an external computer to calculate massive amounts of data, allowing for precise manipulation of the body like a puppet, it would be impossible to achieve that purely theoretical burst of power.

But what if this theory actually becomes a reality?

Under Fang Zheng's control, Kurosaki Ichigo's expression remained calm and indifferent, his eyes empty as if they had lost their focus, his pupils reflecting the three Hollows in front of him.

The next instant, his body assumed a poised and ready-to-go posture.

Leaning forward, taut toes dig deep into the ground, muscles ripple and surge beneath the skin like waves, until the power explodes from the soles of the feet!

Sudden--

boom! boom! boom!
It wasn't the usual long strides of running, but rather a high-frequency, fragmented gait like that of a martial arts performer in a traditional opera, with the legs swinging rapidly in small amplitudes, making them appear as a blur.

With each step, toes spread and tighten, precisely avoiding various rubble and fragments in the ruins. Stepping on solid concrete, joints slightly bend and bounce back, each step feeling like a bomb exploding underfoot.

With each step, the ground exploded with craters the size of bowls beneath our feet, and spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly in all directions.

Ichigo Kurosaki's figure almost ignored the normal running acceleration process, instantly turning into a blurry afterimage as he explosively sprinted through the ruins.

Like a fighter jet flying close to the ground, amidst the roar, his body seemed to be enveloped in a layer of turbid air currents, which were dust and gravel stirred up during high-speed movement.

In a mere instant, within that short distance of a dozen meters, his movements accelerated to an almost undetectable pace, yet he precisely avoided all obstacles, choosing the perfect position for each step to transform the reaction force from stomping on the ground into an even more ferocious propulsive force.

Before the blink of an eye had even ended, he had already rushed to the feet of the dark blue-black giant void and stopped there instantly.

The transition from extreme motion to extreme stillness should bring about a huge load, a huge G-force, which can cause huge damage to a person's internal organs, just like being hit by a speeding vehicle, or being broken like tofu that has been violently shaken.

But the instant his body stopped, he rolled forward, completing a perfect spin in mid-air, converting all the kinetic energy of his forward momentum into the power of rotation.

boom!
Before the kinetic energy could even begin to decay after spinning less than half a circle in the air, a powerful spinning kick tore through the air. The heel sliced ​​through the ligaments of the giant's arm joint with the precision of a blade, followed by a heavy slam of the foot, unleashing all the remaining power.

Click!

Amidst the sickening cracking of bones dislocating, the giant's arm was twisted into a horrific angle by the tearing ligaments and subsequent blows.

It let out a painful howl, and the Kurosaki Karin it had been holding tightly was thrown directly into the air.

The wail immediately attracted the attention of the other two Hollows, who discovered that the human who had been in front of them had reached their feet.

But as they turned to look, Ichigo Kurosaki had already vanished from the spot.

With a light tap of one foot, he leaped up as nimbly as a cat, precisely positioning himself in the blind spot of the second feint as it turned its head, landing in the narrow gap between its shoulder and head.

His body was curled up in a ball, relaxed like a baby, as quiet as if he were asleep, accumulating strength like a seed in winter, and even his heart stopped for a moment.

Turning its head to look in another direction to search for prey, the specter sensed something strange on its shoulder. Its ferocious head suddenly twisted, and its blood-red maw bit down hard on the uninvited guest on its shoulder!
Just as the gaping maw of that hideous bone was about to bite down, at that critical moment, Ichigo Kurosaki's heart pounded, and his entire body suddenly unfolded like a seed of spring after a thunderclap.

Click!Click!
Two crisp sounds of bones breaking rang out almost simultaneously.

Juxu's chin, which had been opening and closing, was forced shut by the heel of the hand that pushed the air wave upwards, and the precise point of force exerted on his shoulder joint was also stomped hard by both feet.

The concussion from the blow to the chin caused his neck muscles to relax, his cervical spine groaned under the strain, his head slumped down at an angle due to the dislocated cervical vertebrae, and his shoulders collapsed limply.

Kurosaki Yuuko in its hand rolled to the ground, but Kurosaki Ichigo had already stepped on his collapsed shoulder to gain momentum and leaped up before he fell, his figure shooting towards the last Hollow like an arrow.

The last Hollow let out a panicked roar, instinctively waving its arm, trying to use the hand that was tightly gripping Kurosaki Isshin as a weapon to knock away the oncoming monster.

However, Ichigo Kurosaki's body drew an arc in mid-air, and his entire body stretched out again in the air, like a crescent moon, with his arms and legs stretched backward to their limit.

The most vulnerable parts of the body, the chest and abdomen, were suddenly exposed without any protection.

But just before the last, illusory hand was about to make contact, it suddenly contracted!
boom!
Knee and elbow strikes combined!

At the same time, the elbows and knees slammed into the front of the abdomen during the contraction, like four heavy hammers striking the virtual wrists simultaneously.

Crack! With a muffled sound of bones shattering, Hollow's elbow twisted completely, but Kurosaki Isshin, who was standing right next to him, was not affected at all. Hollow's hand lost its support and he crashed to the ground with a thud.

Kurosaki Ichigo landed steadily, the whole process was smooth and effortless, and even the wound that pierced his abdomen did not bleed at all during this large-scale movement.

In the blink of an eye, in just three seconds, Ichigo Kurosaki's family, who were surrounded by three Hollows, were rescued by him.

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

After a brief standoff, the three-headed, injured Void creatures retreated, staring intently at the expressionless boy before them, emitting threatening roars like wild beasts.

Ichigo Kurosaki didn't even glance at his three family members lying on the ground, covered in wounds. He simply stared coldly at the three ferocious beasts in front of him from his own perspective, waiting for their next move.

Clearly, according to the information Fang Zheng obtained from the girl in the black kimono, these three uncivilized Hollows had intelligence equivalent to that of wild beasts. They should not, and it was almost impossible, for them to appear at the same time and attack humans.

Because they will kill each other.

"So, the one controlling these three beasts, you're watching me, aren't you?" Kurosaki Ichigo's voice was calm and devoid of any emotion as he approached step by step.

Based solely on Ichigo Kurosaki's hearing, Fang Zheng was able to be completely certain that the three family members lying on the ground, even though their bones were shattered and their internal organs were damaged, seemingly hanging by a thread, were actually not in any immediate danger of death.

Even in this world where the concept of the soul prevails, physical damage is merely like torn clothing; the soul remains intact.

For Fangzheng, this was no different from spraining his ankle.

"These three beasts were such poor actors. Given their size and destructive power, a mere pinch would have been enough to crush them on the spot."

Kurosaki Ichigo's voice remained calm, "Judging from the intelligence they've displayed, they would never understand what restraint is. After capturing their prey, they should devour it immediately."

"But despite having an absolute advantage in strength, they chose to attack Ichigo Kurosaki's family using methods that were almost like a sneak attack, and then took them under their control."

"You've been watching Kurosaki Ichigo from behind, haven't you? What are you planning to do to him now?"

In Soul Society, Aizen's non-prescription glasses reflected Ichigo Kurosaki's calm, almost indifferent face on the large screen.

In the less than a minute since then, there seemed to be no emotion on that face. Even Aizen, who was very confident in his ability to control people's hearts, could not detect any subtle changes in his expression.

This made him feel a little unfamiliar.

This boy, whom he had been monitoring since birth and knew perfectly about his personality and hobbies, was now beyond his control.

Looking at that indifferent and lifeless face, Aizen suddenly chuckled softly and said slowly, "Oh? Interesting. Referring to Kurosaki Ichigo as 'him', does that mean that what is currently controlling Kurosaki Ichigo's body is not his own will, but some other existence hidden deep within his soul?"

"Could it be some kind of personification of Hollow, Shinigami, or Quincy power within Ichigo Kurosaki's soul?"

Kurosaki Ichigo's calm voice came from the big screen: "Since you're not going to speak, I'll take care of these three beasts first."

“Roar…” The three Hollows let out threatening roars, and Ichigo Kurosaki stepped forward again, but did not attack at close range as before.

Under Fang Zheng's control, Kurosaki Ichigo simply lifted his foot and hooked the steel bars in the ruins, which he firmly grasped in his hand.

The next second, he suddenly spread his arms wide, twisted his waist, and spun around like a shot putter.

The muscles surge beneath the skin like waves, and the power accumulates with each rotation.

Suddenly, the spinning stopped abruptly.

Boom!
With a deafening roar like a bowstring shattering, three twisted steel bars tore through the air, transforming into deadly arrows.

Before the three demigods could even react, the steel bar had already precisely pierced their eyes, grazed their eyeballs, and with terrifying penetrating force, went straight into their brains!
puff!puff!puff!
Three muffled thuds exploded almost simultaneously; the moment the steel bars pierced his brain, his emaciated body stiffened at the same time.

boom!
With a muffled thud as it fell to the ground, the three-headed Hollow's body began to slowly dissipate, transforming into spiritual particles that returned to the world.

As Aizen listened to the explosive sound of the air being torn apart and watched the three screen images dissipate, a smile unconsciously crept onto his lips.

He slowly recited, "A mere three-headed Hollow is still not enough to drive you to the brink of defeat, is it not enough to awaken your power...?"

Even after being killed, the spiritual energy detection devices on the three specially modified Hollows still failed to detect any abnormal spiritual particle fluctuations from Ichigo Kurosaki.

This means that even now, Ichigo Kurosaki has not used any spiritual power.

The camera pans to the screen, which is slowly going black, and there lies Kurosaki Isshin, pale-faced and bleeding from his mouth and nose. Aizen suddenly laughs:

"Kurosaki Isshin, you clearly knew about my abnormality long ago, yet you never sent even a single message to Soul Society. What exactly is your stance, this person who has been in seclusion for so many years?"

"Having lived in seclusion for over a decade, even knowing he's under my surveillance, is he still pretending? How hypocritical."

Despite the extremely weak spiritual pressure reaction, who is Aizen?

He didn't consider himself a top-tier scientist, but he was certainly no ordinary person.

He could tell at a glance Kurosaki Isshin's condition from the data detected by the spiritual pressure detection device.

This guy's physical body, or rather this special prosthetic body, was indeed on the verge of death and unconscious, but his soul was completely unharmed, and even retained at least the third-level spiritual power of a captain, and remained awake, watching everything that was happening in front of him.

Even when his son and two daughters were attacked, he remained completely unmoved.

With a low laugh, Aizen said, "Even Urahara Kisuke hasn't shown up, but neither he nor you have taken the initiative to awaken Kurosaki Ichigo."

"How hypocritical! They're unwilling to lift a finger, yet they all want to rely on me to see Kurosaki Ichigo's power..."

With a flick of his finger, he pushed up his non-prescription glasses, reached out and tapped the keyboard in front of him, and a command was transmitted into the virtual world via a special device.

"Come on, since a few weak Hollows still can't corner you, let's bring on a stronger Hollow and see your power."

"It's not some laughable physical strength, but rather the power contained deep within your soul, a power that combines the strengths of the three races and is closest in nature to the power of the Soul King, the ruler of Soul Society!"

(End of this chapter)