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Chapter 106 Chapter 103: Swastika - Tyrant·Shocking the Eight Desolations

Upon hearing the sound, Matsushita Yusuke turned his head away.

Then————

His expression began to become somewhat subtle.

Unlike the others who appeared, Oni Yanjo's appearance at this moment was filled with an unparalleled sense of presence. Matsushita Yusuke was a little unsure, so he had to ask others for confirmation at this moment.

"Has he gained weight?"

Kichiyo stared blankly for a moment, but quickly came to her senses and nodded emphatically.

"Yes—yes! Matsushita-kun, Captain Onijiro has gotten fatter again!"

It's not an illusion.

His already obese body seemed to have expanded out of thin air.

As the footsteps drew closer, Matsushita Yusuke finally had to raise his head to see the other person's face.

This is----

He must be at least six meters tall.

Of course, it's not just about expansion in height; for Guiyan City at this moment, "expansion in a horizontal sense" is also included.

Matsushita Yusuke watched as he raised his right hand, touched the corner of his mouth with his thick, fleshy knuckles, and let out a chuckle.

"Kid—"

His voice became deeper and more resonant, yet it also carried an indescribable ethereal quality.

It was as if—this wasn't a solid fat man, but rather an empty shell that had been forcibly pushed open by something.

Matsushita Yusuke looked up and met the cruel gaze of the other party—Kenpachi Onigenjo's expression gradually turned ferocious, his face filled with the word "fierce".

"I'm so grateful to you, because if you hadn't come—I would have been dead."

but.

"In return, I will not let you die in agony."

What is this? Pre-match trash talk?

Matsushita Yusuke also wanted to retaliate, but Chojiro Sasaki's voice came from the side.

"The time has come. Both sides, please prepare yourselves."

Having said that, Matsushita Yusuke naturally turned his gaze away.

She changed clothes and warmed up. Soi Fon took her clothes and left, seemingly wanting to say something before leaving—but seeing Yoruichi Shihouin and Kisuke Urahara arriving late, she ultimately couldn't speak.

Soi Fon doesn't have the skin to do things that are "unseemly" in front of the boss.

The two sides, now standing still, listened to the brief pre-battle statements and disclaimers, and completed the final confirmation procedures—the contents of which were, of course, largely the same.

While it's understandable to disregard life and death, what's more important is the issue of reputation.

"The Eleventh Division lives for battle. This battle will be a battle of honor and lives. I hope you two will do your best—to live up to the name of Kenpachi."

At this point, Chojiro Sasaki stepped back to Yamamoto's side.

A declaration of beginnings?

That kind of thing is completely unnecessary.

Because Oni Yanjo Kenpachi has already made his move.

"ha!"

He let out a long laugh, and his balloon-like body moved forward with an eerie lightness, like a launched ball of flesh, crashing straight into Matsushita Yusuke.

"————?"

The speed was so fast that the latter seemed to have no time to react.

He was completely suffocated and took a solid right hook from Gui Yancheng.

Bang!

Yusuke Matsushita was sent flying, creating an echo that was almost like the sound of air being torn apart—just like a tennis ball that had been thrown high into the air and then hit hard!

A loss right from the start?

"This is----"

Hirako Shinji's mouth was slightly open, and he pressed his chin, revealing a subtle expression.

"A state where spiritual particles are forcibly compressed and gathered entirely within the body?"

"That's right, but it should be a bit more complicated."

Aizen Sousuke, standing to the side, gently pushed up his glasses and softly replied.

"Simply compressing it won't allow you to forcibly contain spiritual energy within your body. Because it's not your own—it's like swallowing explosives; it's neither safe nor practical."

so----

"This should be a manifestation of Oni-Yan-Cheng's ability—although it's very crude, and you can tell from his physique that the aftereffects should be quite troublesome—it should be able to improve his strength considerably in a short period of time."

In other words.

"It is an explosive state obtained at the cost of life."

—Of course I know that.

A look of madness flashed in Oni Kenpachi's eyes.

He struck successfully, but unlike before, he didn't immediately show an expression of near smugness.

Because he was standing on the edge of a cliff—no, to be more precise, he was a circus performer suspended on a high platform.

Neither way would lead to failure; the only way to survive was to keep moving forward on the tightrope until one reached the opposite platform.

The cost is irrelevant!

I want to live!

He crashed into Matsushita Yusuke with almost supersonic speed, sending him flying, yet he somehow managed to keep up with Matsushita Yusuke's movements!

I don't want to die, I don't want to lose, so I must go all out.

With bloodshot eyes, the 11th Division captain, driven to the limit and nearly insane, roared, spitting out foul-smelling saliva.

「卍·solution!!!」

The roar of Ghost City echoed throughout the entire Spirit Court.

Bang! ! !

A crimson light shot into the sky from between Mount Sumeru.

While witnessing this scene, almost all the captains present simultaneously used their spiritual power.

Characters of captain rank or above are not allowed to unleash their Zanpakuto within the Soul Society.

The reason for this ironclad rule has already been explained before.

At this moment, in order to prevent Guiyan City's performance from affecting Lingting, the combined spiritual power of everyone formed a protective net.

The impact of the burst of spiritual energy should be contained within a controllable range as much as possible.

In a sense—

This is the "octagonal cage".

Bang!

With a loud bang, amidst the crimson lightning, a thick, heavy foot stomped out.

It was as if some colossal beast had torn open a barrier and forcefully broken through to enter this world. The completely transformed Oni Kenpachi emerged from within.

The sword in his hand had a tendency to be further elongated, and barbs-like things had been added to the back of the blade and the left and right sides.

And these similar tiny, fragmented things also began to spread from Gui Yancheng's body—

This made his inhuman senses even more prominent.

Several purple stripes appeared across his face, his cheeks melted, revealing his hideous gums, making him look as ferocious as a demon.

He swung his sword, dispersing the energy.

Kigenjo Kenpachi felt the surging spiritual power within his body and roared to the sky.

"Hoo-ha!"

Without giving Matsushita Yusuke another chance to interrupt him, this time he was the first to use his winning move.

Swastika - Tyrant, shaking the eight wastes.