Bleach: From the moment I was invited by Squad Zero.

However, just as the thought flashed through his mind, a warning of danger, stemming from Wastodd's instincts, struck him!

His body, guided by instinct honed through countless life-or-death battles, suddenly launched a "sound spin" to the side and forward!

Right where his figure disappeared, in the long shadow cast by the training field lights at his feet.

A blade tip, gleaming with a cold black light, emerged silently, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole!

"laugh!"

The knife tip pierced through the air and disappeared into the ground, leaving a small, bottomless hole.

Stark appeared a few feet away, his expression still calm, but the surprise and seriousness in his eyes could no longer be concealed. He subconsciously looked down at the new shadow at his feet.

As for Kyoraku Shunsui's figure, it was as if, without anyone noticing, it had silently "disappeared" into the shadow beneath his feet, like an ink droplet merging into water, as if it had never existed at all.

"It's really... impossible to guard against." At the edge of the training ground, Liu Chuan watched this scene with some emotion.

Kyoraku Shunsui's fighting style was indeed as he had sensed, full of calculation, cunning, and the exploitation of "dark" rules.

Turning children's games into deadly rules of killing, setting traps amidst laughter and conversation, and launching fatal attacks from the shadows...

This is a battle more akin to that of a "strategist" or a "gambler," manipulating the rules and manipulating psychology.

Chapter 107 Hunt him down, pack of wolves!

Kyoraku Shunsui's figure had completely blended into the shadows, seemingly disappearing, yet also seemingly omnipresent.

This style of fighting was unlike any Stark had ever experienced in his long life.

There is no brutal confrontation, only deadly rules lurking beneath the calm, and attacks that could strike from any shadow at any moment.

It does not rely on overwhelming force, but it is more dangerous and tests the combatant's intuition, wisdom and adaptability.

“Shadow Ghost…” Stark silently recited the game’s name in his mind.

Dive into the shadows and attack at point-blank range. The rules are simple, yet they transform the ordinary "shadow" into an absolute hunting ground.

Under these rules, moving, attacking, or even standing still can expose you to an unpredictable and fatal blow.

Continuing to play passively or attack blindly will only allow the opponent to gain an increasingly comfortable rhythm.

It seems that without some real substance, this increasingly "troublesome" game cannot be ended.

Stark slowly exhaled, no longer trying to pinpoint Kyoraku Shunsui's exact location with his spiritual senses, and instead closed his eyes slightly.

The Vastodial spiritual pressure within his body began to flow in a completely different way.

A deep, resonant word echoed clearly within the training ground, penetrating the barrier and reaching the ears of every spectator:

"Let's hunt him down..."

"A pack of wolves."

"boom--!!!!!"

The nature of Stark's originally deep and cold spiritual pressure suddenly underwent a dramatic change!

If the past was a silent deep sea, then now it is a polar blizzard and the howling of wolves in the wasteland!

A violent beam of spiritual pressure shot into the sky from Stark's body!

"This is……?!"

"Resurrection! It's a Hollow's 'Resurrection'!" Outside the barrier, a seasoned and knowledgeable official exclaimed in shock!

"The Arrancar unleashes their Hollow powers, returning them to their original state!"

"What terrifying spiritual pressure! It's several times stronger than before!"

"Look at him!"

Under the shocked gazes of everyone, the light faded, revealing the greatly transformed figure within.

Stark's original black shihakage outfit had disappeared.

Instead, they are dressed in a brand new outfit that exudes wildness and the smell of gunpowder.

He was wearing a leather overcoat with several strips of cloth wrapped around his shoulders and elbows.

Like the feed belt of an old-fashioned machine gun, but more ingenious, with faint spiritual light flowing between the metal box and the belt.

He had a strangely shaped leather eye patch covering his left eye, while his right eye was fully exposed, yet it looked even deeper than before, like a hunter locking onto his prey.

What's most eye-catching is what he holds in his hands—two firearms that exude both industrial aesthetics and a dangerous aura!

The two guns hung casually at his sides, their muzzles pointing naturally at the ground, yet they exuded a chilling aura.

At this moment, Stark's demeanor was completely different from before.

That languor and indifference did not completely disappear, but rather settled into a calm and focused demeanor befitting an apex predator.

A leather coat, an eye patch, dual pistols... all of these combined made him no longer look like a lonely traveler.

Rather, he is more like an ultimate hunter who has emerged from the wilderness and the flames of war.

"This...this is what he originally looked like?"

Outside the barrier, many members of the Kido clan, especially the young Shinigami, watched Stark's wild posture after his Resurrection.

Instead, their eyes shone with amazement and even admiration. Could a virtual character really be this "handsome"?

This outfit, this cool hunter aura, is even more stylish than many Grim Reaper captains!

Meanwhile, in the shadowy area that was violently fluctuating due to the spiritual pressure of Stark's Resurrection Blade, Kyoraku Shunsui's figure reappeared.

He still held the purplish-black "Flower Heaven Mad Bone," but the usual relaxed smile on his face had completely disappeared, replaced by an unprecedented level of vigilance.

He stared at Stark, whose aura had surged and whose posture had changed drastically after releasing his blade, especially at the two seemingly ordinary pistols in the other's hands, which made him subconsciously feel dangerous. His fingers tightened unconsciously around the hilt of his sword.

At this moment, the spiritual pressure emanating from Stark was clearly superior in both quality and quantity to his Shikai state, even making Stark feel a real threat.

"This is... troublesome." Kyoraku Shunsui smiled bitterly to himself.

Mr. Yamamoto sent him to "observe and evaluate," but he didn't say that he was to confront the fully liberated Vastod head-on.

"A hunter...?" Kyoraku Shunsui murmured, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"It seems I have to be the 'prey' well. But even for a hunter, falling into a trap can be troublesome."

Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly became blurry, like ink dripping into water, instantly spreading and seeping into the surrounding shadows!

"Shadow Delivery: Hundred Demons' Compendium!"

With a low shout, Kyoraku Shunsui's figure suddenly split and blurred, turning into dozens of indistinguishable black afterimages.

Like ghosts, they emerged from all directions and angles, or from the shadows of the ground, launching a dazzling array of feints and real attacks at Stark, who stood motionless in place!

Each afterimage is a mix of reality and illusion, intertwining to confuse judgment, searching for flaws, and concealing a deadly "Shadow Ghost" attack that could be launched at any moment!

This move perfectly showcased Kyoraku Shunsui's mastery of the rules of shadow and his tactical mastery of combining illusion and reality.

An ordinary captain would probably be overwhelmed and exhausted by this elusive and ubiquitous attack in an instant.

However, Stark's reaction once again surprised everyone, especially Kyoraku Shunsui.

Faced with the black afterimages and flashes of blades coming from all directions, Stark didn't even move a step.

He merely tilted his head slightly, as if "scanning" around, and there was no sign of being confused or troubled in his gray-blue right eye.

Then, he moved.

The long revolver in his right hand was raised, held horizontally, and the trigger was pulled with a speed that was beyond visual capture!

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Four extremely short bursts of fire, with precise intervals between them!

The gunshot wasn't loud, but it had a strange penetrating power, as if it could tear eardrums and strike the soul.

Four blue beams of light burst from the muzzle of the gun and shot in four different directions—not at the bodies of any of the afterimages, but at the shadows beneath their feet!

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle—!"

The four phantom flashes accurately hit their targets. Then, the black afterimages that rushed from the four directions twisted and dissipated like popped soap bubbles, turning into scattered spiritual particles!

The afterimages in other directions also seemed to be affected by some kind of interference!

"You saw through it?!" Kyoraku Shunsui was shocked!

Chapter 108 Infinite Reload Cero

His "Shadow Transmission: Hundred Ghosts' Scroll" is not just a simple illusion. Each afterimage contains a trace of his spiritual pressure, which are connected to form a unified formation that confuses and attacks.

Stark's seemingly casual four shots actually hit the most critical core points precisely, instantly disrupting its stability and coordination!

What terrifying battlefield intuition and insight that requires!

A hunter is not just about strength and speed, but also about having a thorough understanding of the prey's behavior patterns, weaknesses, and even the traps themselves!

Just as Kyoraku Shunsui's mind trembled slightly, Stark's other revolver, which had been hanging down in his left hand, was also raised with lightning speed!

With both guns fired simultaneously, it was no longer a burst of fire, but a comprehensive barrage aimed at the area where the afterimages were most concentrated, and where Kyoraku Shunsui's true form was most likely to be hiding!

"Bang bang bang bang bang-!!!"

The deafening gunfire continued unabated, and the training ground was instantly enveloped in a pale white barrage of bullets!

Each beam of light contained terrifying penetrating power. Kyoraku Shunsui's true form was forced to dart out of a shadow that was about to be covered by bullets, and retreated hastily in a slightly disheveled state.

The twin swords "Flower Heaven Mad Bones" were desperately trying to block the blue beams that came down like a storm.

Each beam of light that collided with the blade produced dazzling sparks and a muffled roar, making his arm numb and his blood churn.

After his Zhonya's Hourglass was released, Stark's attacks were completely different from before in terms of speed, power, and density!

"The rules of the game... seem to be losing their effectiveness." Kyoraku Shunsui thought bitterly as he blocked and retreated.

Stark's hunter-like fighting instincts seemed to allow him to instinctively see through the loopholes in his rules and break or suppress them in the most direct and violent way.

The "Shadow Ghost's" surprise attack was almost ineffective against the opponent's powerful perception and the all-encompassing barrage of bullets.

"Zhan Gui" needed a height difference, but the opponent didn't give him a chance to calmly seize the high ground. Their ferocious shooting skills left him exhausted.

Seeing that passive defense was becoming increasingly difficult, a resolute glint flashed in Kyoraku Shunsui's eyes. This couldn't continue! He had to break the opponent's rhythm!