MC Creative Mode: Wholesale Perpetual Motion Machine

Chapter 186 The Battle Inserted into History

Tinnitus swirled in my mind like a shriek, and the intense pain, dizziness, numbness... all my senses seemed to be amplified countless times, frantically tearing at every nerve.

He curled up on the ground like an abandoned dead dog, his body convulsing uncontrollably.

Those eyes, desperately wide open, could only see a blinding flash of light—a hallucination caused by abnormal electrical activity in the brain following the heavy blow, like a dazzling yet deadly aurora borealis.

Kenpachi Zaraki felt as if his consciousness had been drawn into a bottomless vortex, and as the vortex spun rapidly, it was completely pulverized into a pool of mud that could never be pieced back together.

"How about we take a break and rest a bit..."

The ethereal, misty sound seemed to come from the distant horizon, or as if it were coming through a thick layer of water, entering my ears intermittently.

This voice was like a lifeline, giving Kenpachi Zaraki's scattered consciousness an anchor, allowing it to begin to coalesce and gradually become clearer.

The voice was gentle, seemingly only concerned about me, but what followed was an indescribable sense of shame!

The shame was like a venomous snake, gnawing fiercely at his heart.

"Am I really that useless?"

"I couldn't even make him feel the slightest bit of pleasure in battle?"

Anger and shame intertwined, transforming into a surge of molten lava that coursed through his veins.

Kenpachi Zaraki's face flushed red, veins bulging, and his spiritual pressure surged out like a burst dam.

The air seemed to turn into a viscous liquid, bursting open in visible waves.

The rock beneath them groaned in a sickening way, covered in spiderweb-like cracks, as if it might collapse at any moment.

With a deafening roar, Kenpachi Zaraki launched himself into the air like a cannonball, brandishing his Zanpakuto and slashing downwards with earth-shattering force.

boom!
Amidst the deafening roar, a storm erupted in the air.

However, with just a light punch, the tall figure was sent flying backward without any resistance, crashing heavily to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

It was still the same spot, still the same ridiculous sight of being beaten into a shrimp shape, utterly devoid of dignity.

Kurosaki Ichigo slowly crouched down again, his clear and calm eyes reflecting the disheveled figure of Kenpachi Zaraki.

He spoke softly, his voice still gentle: "Your performance wasn't very good, would you like to rest a little longer..."

An even stronger wave of shame surged forth, almost completely overwhelming Kenpachi Zaraki's heart.

He could not bear it, could not bear this humiliation, could not bear his own powerlessness.

Once again, once again, once again...

Another punch, another punch, another punch...

No matter how much power he unleashed, he was still powerless to resist and was still knocked to his knees by a single punch, like a useless stray dog.

But after each short rest, Kenpachi Zaraki is able to stand up again.

Because each punch was delivered with minimal force, just enough to knock him down without causing any visible damage.

He didn't even realize that the damage his body suffered from each burst of spiritual pressure was almost completely healed the next moment.

He was getting more and more excited, and he could clearly feel the power within him surging out seemingly endlessly.

One cut, one cut, and another...

But then, another punch, another punch, another punch...

Kurosaki Ichigo's simple, ordinary punch only became stronger and faster with increasing force.

With just one punch, no matter how desperately he thought, how desperately he tried to resist, or even tried to use the swordsmanship he once scorned...

It's all completely useless.

All the sword techniques, all the power exerted, everything—all of it would be easily pierced by that perfectly executed punch.

But he didn't care. Kenpachi Zaraki excitedly unleashed his inner power, trying to catch the punch and tear the seemingly ordinary body to shreds with his blade...

He overlooked one thing: as the captain of the Gotei 13, why didn't anyone else come to his aid?
And the surrounding environment, without anyone noticing, had turned into a barren land, devoid of any vegetation, a scene of utter desolation, like the end of the world.

He didn't care about any of that; he simply indulged in, selflessly and endlessly unleashing the seemingly inexhaustible power surging within him.
After his long-dormant power was fully awakened, he was still powerless to resist and was knocked to the ground by a single punch time and time again.

But he was still full of excitement. He fainted again and again, and recovered again and again. He didn't even eat a bite of food or go to the toilet once.

As if lost in their own world, they fought with abandon on this barren land of unknown location, giving their all, pushing their limits, and frantically trying to defeat that seemingly endlessly powerful being, until their very last breath…

But it was just endless fighting! Fighting! Fighting! Fighting...

Until this day, he finally fought until he felt like vomiting...

Ugh… He was knocked down again by a punch, unable to get up, just lying on the ground like a dead dog, vomiting repeatedly. In a daze, his numb eyes looked to the side and saw the other captains…

……

"waste!"

In the distance, Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, the captain of the Gotei 13, watched as Kenpachi Zaraki was knocked down with a single punch without any chance to fight back. A violent killing intent began to surge between his dignified and imposing brows.

The wooden staff he held in both hands was slowly raised, and scorching spiritual pressure poured into it like magma.

The sealing technique used to imprison the evil creature inside was released, and the tip of the wooden staff vanished like a dream, revealing a Zanpakuto.

A deep purple hilt, an oval-shaped guard, and a brown scabbard.

"All things in the universe return to ashes—Ryujin Jakka!"

An aged, murderous voice chanted the Shikai name of the Zanpakuto, and the power of Ryujin Jakka began to be unleashed.

boom!
In an instant, a massive fire tornado with a temperature exceeding 6000 degrees Celsius erupted from the center of Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni. Even the other captains had to rely on Shunpo to quickly retreat.

Otherwise, they too would be consumed by the terrifying flames and turned to ashes.

Standing at the end of the execution platform, Kyoraku Shunsui gave a helpless smile: "Oh dear... the old man is angry. I hope it won't cause too much damage."

Captain-Commander Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni is a legendary figure who founded the Seireitei a thousand years ago, and his abilities have reached the pinnacle of Shinigami (death gods).

He had already mastered the four Grim Reaper abilities—slashing techniques, demonic arts, hand-to-hand combat, and instant step—to a near-perfect level.

He stood still, his hand flashing forward with a blade wreathed in flames, chanting the name of the move—"City Walls Ablaze!"

In an instant, the flames released by the blade surged out, like a giant hand engulfing Kurosaki Ichigo and Zaraki Kenpachi in the distance, turning them into a terrifying fiery cage of 6000 degrees Celsius.

Any being that attempts to break through must confront that raging inferno.

With a single step, raging flames exploded beneath his feet, propelling the aged yet powerful figure into the encirclement of flames.

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, shirtless, his aged yet still strong body covered with crisscrossing scars, pointed his sword forward, his eyes not even glancing at Kenpachi Zaraki lying on the ground, and said with murderous intent, "Ignorant Hollow, since you dare to invade Soul Society and provoke the Seireitei, then leave your life here!"

Boom boom boom! ! !
With a single slash, a violent burst of flames erupted, the intense heat and impact transforming into a blade of fire that would surely slay the enemy from Soul Society!

"What?" Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni frowned, sensing a subtle difference in the feel of the material.

His honed combat experience allows him to sense the enemy's movements even with his eyes closed and without seeing anything, solely by the blade itself, or even by the flames emanating from it.

However, the spiritual pressure from this strike was so strong that it even made him feel some pressure. Only Yhwach, the Quincy King whom he had killed a thousand years ago, could compare to it. Yet, under this attack, he turned into ashes without any hindrance.

But this should never be the case. Hollows are far stronger than Shinigami, especially Hollows of the Schwartold level, who possess steel-like skin with strong defensive capabilities. Even ordinary captain-level Zanpakuto would find it difficult to cut through them.

But how can this guy be so weak?

"No! He must have used some kind of special ability to hide!"

Realizing this the instant he struck, he became alert to his surroundings and used Shunpo to get to Kenpachi Zaraki's side, kicking him out of the fiery cage.

Then he pointed the Fiery Blade in his hand at the sky, and the huge cage of flames around him quickly moved toward the center.

This cage of flames even surged into the ground as if it were alive, instantly burning large areas of rock into scorching white lava. Even if the enemy hid underground, they would inevitably be eroded by the high temperature!

As everything within the fiery cage gradually turned into a white expanse enveloped in flames, a calm voice suddenly rang in Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni's ears: "Well, I don't particularly like fighting, but I don't hate it either."

"!" With a horizontal slash, the raging blade of flames swept across the direction from which the sound came with incredible speed, yet it still couldn't feel anything touching anything.

"Where exactly is it hidden?" He became slightly more serious, and a massive flame began to spread outwards, using the flame as a sensory tool to try to locate the area where the sound was coming from.

A faint, uncertain voice echoed around: "To be honest, if it were before, the moment I saw you again and knew who you were, I would have already killed you."

Among the information analyzed by the Atomic Concerto, Fang Zheng naturally understood all the memories of everyone present.

It's fair to say that almost none of them could be considered good people in Fangzheng's eyes.

The so-called Gotei 13 and Seireitei are not kind and friendly groups at all, but rather violent, bloodthirsty armies used to maintain the nobility and to rule and suppress the common people.

The captain of the group, Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, was already a murderer a thousand years ago.

A thousand years ago, the Soul Society was extremely chaotic, with constant warfare. Hollows from Hueco Mundo frequently attacked the Soul Society, and various nobles, both large and small, were constantly fighting each other. He grew up in such an environment and became a guy who would slaughter an entire street if he didn't like someone.

Their fighting style is extremely despicable; they will stop at nothing, whether it's poisoning, assassination, or sneak attacks.

Only when he became powerful enough did he rely on overwhelming violence to gather a group of killers and form a private armed group.

As his strength grew, he was gradually recognized by the noble groups of Soul Society and forced to acknowledge his legitimacy. His original private armed group slowly became an executioner for the nobles who ruled Soul Society and an entity used to maintain the existing order.

A man who possesses immense power and violence, yet remains subservient to the corrupt aristocracy, merely maintaining the existing order, turning a blind eye to all kinds of evil deeds, and complacent in his own way.

(End of this chapter)