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"Come on, let me see just how hard Kuchiki Byakuya's sword really is!"

"Senbonzakura" remained silent, but her fierce mask seemed to lift slightly as she faced Kenpachi Zaraki, who was pressing closer and exuding overwhelming power.

He slowly raised his hand, and the endless cherry blossom blades in the air began to converge once more.

Chapter 145 Final Scene: The White Emperor Sword

"Warm-up...it's time to end."

Kenpachi Zaraki grinned, licking his chapped lips with his tongue, his eyes blazing with pure fighting spirit that seemed to materialize into flames.

He could sense that the guy opposite him hadn't really gotten serious yet, just like Kuchiki Byakuya, who always liked to hold back.

The face of "Senbonzakura," covered by a fierce mask, seemed to twitch slightly.

He did not respond to Kenpachi's provocation, but slowly held the Zanpakuto in his hand, which had been re-formed, vertically downwards, with the tip of the blade lightly touching the ground.

"Swastika - Senbonzakura Kagegen"

The icy voice caused the surrounding air to tremble. Centered on the feet of "Senbonzakura", the ground rippled like a giant stone thrown into a calm lake, creating concentric circles of silver spiritual pressure!

Immediately afterwards, the Zanpakuto that had been vertically inserted into the ground by "Senbonzakura" melted away silently and disappeared into the ground.

However, this was not the end. Countless blades gleaming with a cold, icy light rose from the ground!

This is the true form of Senbonzakura—"Kageyoshi," who constructs an absolute killing field with endless blades!

"Senbonzakura" remained standing quietly in place, only slightly raising its right hand.

"Disperse."

In the same instant, countless blades scattered like cherry blossoms! They transformed into a far greater number of delicate cherry blossom blades than the initial release!

"Hahaha! That's more like it! That's more like it!!"

Faced with Senbonzakura's Bankai, Kenpachi Zaraki showed no fear, but instead burst into a hearty, unrestrained laugh!

He suddenly raised his hand and ripped off the eye patch that he had worn over his right eye for years to limit his spiritual pressure!

"Boom—!!!"

It was as if a forbidden valve had been opened! An unprecedented golden spiritual pressure, like a volcano suppressed for ten thousand years, erupted from the center of Kenpachi Zaraki!

A golden pillar of spiritual pressure shot into the sky, instantly scattering some of the cherry blossom blades in the air. Its ferocity even caused a momentary disruption to the surrounding "Thousand Cherry Blossoms Kageyoshi"!

Golden spiritual pressure, like a living flame, coiled around Kenpachi's body, and the ground beneath his feet cracked and sank inch by inch because it could not withstand this power!

The battle reached its climax in the next instant!

"Kill—!!" Kenpachi roared, dragging his Asaka sword, which was soaked in golden spiritual pressure, and crashed into the boundless storm of cherry blossoms!

He didn't employ any sophisticated footwork, nor did he mount any effective defense; he simply swung his blade in the most savage and ferocious way! Slash! Slash again!

"Clang clang clang clang clang—!!!!!"

The dense, indistinguishable explosions of metal clashing violently were like thousands of giant bells being struck simultaneously, causing the entire ruins area to tremble!

Golden blade light and pink blade tide collided, annihilated, regenerated, and collided again!

Senbonzakura's countless tiny blades attacked Kenpachi from all directions, at various tricky angles and astonishing speeds.

Kenpachi, on the other hand, is like a berserker who has truly crawled out of hell, exchanging injury for injury and blood for blood!

He didn't care about defense at all; or rather, his extremely violent golden spiritual pressure itself was the hardest armor and the sharpest counterattack!

The fine blades cut into his body, leaving knife wounds, but the next moment, those wounds would be forcibly squeezed or even burned by the more violent spiritual pressure, temporarily stopping the bleeding!

His slashes were completely haphazard, yet each strike contained terrifying power, cleaving through large swathes of cherry blossom blades!

"Bang!" A straightforward, unadorned slash cleaved a torrent of condensed blades in two!

"Hahaha! That was great! Let's do it again!"

Kenpachi laughed wildly, his body covered in wounds, but the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter, and his fighting spirit became increasingly frenzied!

"Ken is amazing! Keep it up!" In the distance, Kusajishi Yachiru was hiding in a safe corner.

With her hands cupping her face, her big eyes sparkling, she watched Kenpachi charge and laugh wildly like a golden beast amidst the cherry blossom storm, a pure and happy smile spreading across her face.

She hadn't seen Xiao Jian play so happily and with such focus in a long time.

As for the injuries? In Xiao Jian's opinion, they were nothing more than seasoning for the battle.

The battle continued, each second like dancing on a knife's edge, bathing in a sea of ​​blood.

Kenpachi's wounds were increasing at an alarming rate, but he seemed oblivious to it, and his movements became faster and faster, and his power became more and more violent!

Golden spiritual pressure formed a flame-like substance on his body, scorching everything that came near.

Senbonzakura was caught off guard by Kenpachi's reckless fighting style and suffered several wounds.

He could sense that the monster opposite him was nothing like a grim reaper!

There is no reason, no fear, no tactics, only the purest and most savage fighting instinct and destructive desire!

His attacks hit countless times, and the damage he caused was absolutely enough to render any captain-level fighter incapable of fighting.

But instead of falling, the opponent fought even harder, and the golden spiritual pressure even showed a strange tendency to boil more and more as the injury worsened!

A faint, yet undeniably real, fear crept into the depths of "Senbonzakura's" consciousness.

He actually felt...fear? Fear of his indomitable will?

Are you afraid of his fighting spirit, which only grows stronger with each injury? Or are you afraid of his seemingly bottomless power?

We can't delay any longer! We must decide the winner immediately!

The gaze beneath the "Senbonzakura" mask became incredibly sharp and resolute!

He withdrew all his focus and power from controlling the slender blade and concentrated it!

The cherry blossom blades that were frantically attacking Kenpachi seemed to have heard the highest command, and instantly stopped all movement. Then, like rivers flowing into the sea, they converged on the blade of "Senbonzakura"!

"Final Scene - White Emperor Sword!"

All the scattered cherry blossom blades, along with most of the spiritual power of "Senbonzakura" itself, converged in an instant!

A sword radiating intense white light appeared between Senbonzakura's hands! Extending out were two pure white wings containing endless sharpness and sacred majesty!

This is the Ultimate View: White Emperor Sword, which abandons all changes and concentrates all the power of Senbonzakura into one point!

"Senbonzakura" gripped the radiant sword with both hands, raised it high, and aimed it at Kenpachi Zaraki, who, despite being battered and bruised, had a burning fighting spirit in his eyes.

This is a desperate gamble, an end, and also... the annihilation of this "fear" that should never have existed!

"Oh? So you're finally bringing out your trump card?"

Kenpachi looked at the blazing white sword that radiated powerful energy, but instead of backing down, he laughed even more ferociously and gleefully.

"Excellent! Excellent! That's how it should be! Fight! Fight with all your might!!"

Chapter 146 Sword Dao: Two Separations

The boiling golden spiritual pressure emanating from his body contracted inward, no longer radiating wildly outward.

With both hands gripping the hilt of the sword tightly, all the golden spiritual pressure and all the fighting spirit were transformed into the fuel and power for this strike!

Swordsmanship: Two Cuts!

"Senbonzakura" slashed down with both hands! The Final Scenery White Emperor Sword transformed into a pure white holy light, striking towards Kenpachi! Wherever it passed, the space seemed to be scorched with faint scorch marks!

At the same time, Kenpachi also unleashed his sword strike! A heavy golden slash met the White Emperor Sword head-on!

Ultimate white sharpness vs. pure gold violence.

Two forces, representing the "strongest" at different levels, collided in this ravaged wilderness!

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A dazzling light instantly engulfed everything around it! A deafening roar exploded in our ears!

The raging spiritual energy turbulence transformed into a destructive hurricane, sweeping wildly in all directions!

The light and the loud noise lasted for several breaths before gradually diminishing and dissipating.

The dust settled slowly.

In the center of the battlefield, a huge crater appeared.

On one side of the pit, the figure of "Senbonzakura," covered by a demon mask, stood silently.

The Zanpakuto in his hand, broken in two, gleamed with the lingering light of resentment.

His clothes were covered in cracks, and his mask had spiderweb-like cracks.

He looked down at the broken Zanpakuto in his hand, then looked up at the other side of the pit.

Then, his body, starting from the hands that gripped the broken sword, disintegrated and vanished like a weathered sand sculpture, turning into countless pink spiritual particles that shimmered with a faint light.

It drifted away with the wind and eventually disappeared completely into the atmosphere where the fierce battle had taken place.

Even in death, the mask remained on. On the other side of the pit, Kenpachi Zaraki's imposing figure lay on the ground, face up.

There was hardly a patch of intact skin on his body; he was covered in wounds, and the blood soaked the ground beneath him.

However, a smile of utter satisfaction graced his face as he closed his eyes peacefully and drifted into a deep sleep.

"Kenpachi!" Kusajishi Yachiru appeared beside Kenpachi.

She sat beside Kenpachi's blood-stained head, reaching out her small hand to gently brush away the hair stuck to his forehead with blood.

The little face still held that pure smile, as if she were just watching a big child who had fallen asleep after playing.

"Go to sleep, Xiao Jian, you played super well."

She spoke softly, then sat quietly, like the most loyal guardian, standing guard beside the heavily injured and unconscious Kenpachi, vigilantly watching the slightest movement around them.

After an unknown amount of time, a soft and steady sound of footsteps, accompanied by a faint fragrance of herbs, came from afar.

Unohana Retsu, wearing the white haori of the Fourth Division Captain, calmly walked through the ruins and arrived at the edge of the huge pit.

Her gaze calmly swept over the horrific traces left on the battlefield, finally settling on Kenpachi, who was peacefully "sleeping," and Yachiru, who was quietly guarding him.

She walked to Kenpachi's side, squatted down, and her vibrant spiritual pressure, like the gentlest stream, slowly flowed into Kenpachi's shattered body.