I joined the group chat as Aizen in the Ninja World

It was not until the familiar ice dragon took shape and opened its bloody mouth towards him that he finally believed the fact before him.

With trembling right hand, he swung the knife and slashed towards the ice dragon opposite.

Boom.

Two massive ice dragons collided, sending a terrifying surge of water surging in all directions. Instantly, the entire ground was covered in waves of frost. Countless ice fragments flew everywhere, even crashing into the battlefield on Uchiha Madara's side.

However, as soon as these ice chips entered the area, they were instantly crushed by waves of terrifying spiritual pressure that were beyond comprehension.

Bang.

Purple light flashed from Aizen's eyes, and his unparalleled spiritual pressure created bursts of energy, forcing back the shadow clones charging towards him. However, his face didn't show any ease, instead his eyes were slightly solemn.

These shadow clones are naturally not as powerful as Uchiha Madara himself. Even if it is five against one, he can remain undefeated.

But the problem is, if we use the ratio of the strength of the clones to the original body, then Uchiha Madara has now split into 25 clones, which should be equivalent to splitting his own strength into 25 equal parts.

It is true that he can fight five people alone, but that means he is only one-fifth of Uchiha Madara's strength.

He even fused the Hogyoku, the Soul King's power, and Yhwach's strength, yet could only reach one-fifth of his own? How could the proud Aizen accept this? What was the origin of this young man?

Aizen was deep in thought, feeling a little lost and perplexed.

While he was relatively relaxed, the others were not so lucky. He was still able to contemplate and analyze, while the others were completely struggling.

Even after activating his Bankai and incorporating some of the Soul King's power, the old man was still like this. While his Bankai was powerful, his stamina was truly lacking. Protracted battles were simply not his forte.

As for Yoruichi Shihouin, Kisuke Urahara, and Byakuya Kuchiki, they were even worse. Against them, the shadow clones were simply paddling along, not using any real strength at all.

Playing is just playing.

"Damn it, is this guy really playing cat and mouse with us?" Even Ye Yi, who doesn't like to use his brain, felt something was wrong at this time. It seemed that these shadow clones had no intention of fighting him seriously.

"What a bad taste." Urahara Kisuke had two stitched scars on his face, the special effects of his Zanpakutō's Bankai. "If this continues, we won't be able to survive the killing blow."

Kuchiki Byakuya didn't respond, only breathing heavily. Even the head of the Kuchiki family had to admit that this young man's strength was truly uncontrollable and difficult to resist.

The scales of victory had already tilted towards Uchiha Madara, without a doubt. However, as the head of one of the four noble families of Soul Society, there was no way he would surrender!

Gritting his teeth, Kuchiki Byakuya raised his sword, ready to fight to the end. But at this moment, the movements of the shadow clones strangely stopped.

"Hey, what do you want to do now?" Yoruichi looked around and turned his gaze to the real Uchiha Madara who was standing on the stone pillar with his arms crossed.

"I want to commend you for holding on until now." Uchiha Madara looked down at him with pride on his face.

What praise? You are obviously letting the game go.

Ye Yi was complaining madly in his heart, but he remained calm on the surface.

"So, to reward you, I've prepared a little gift for you." Uchiha Madara grinned and said wickedly, "Do you want these shadow clones to use Bankai, Complete Holy Body, or Blade?"

320 Mirror Flower Water Moon

Clang.

The new fork that Gui Yanye had just picked up fell to the ground again, with an expression of disbelief on her face: What the hell is a reward? This thing is called a reward?

Book Artist: Hahahaha, shit!

Skirt-lifting maniac: Miss Yoruichi and Mr. Puyuan were very happy to receive this reward. They even cried with joy.

This is an actor: Not really, just a small gift. I hope they won't be so grateful to me.

Lin Fengjiao:?

Seeing this message from Uchiha Madara, Lin Jiu was a little confused. Seriously? You still expect gratitude?

Scarlet Snake Fairy: Don't underestimate yourself, Master An. Not only will they be grateful to you, I'm afraid your family will be grateful as well. Thank you, your whole family.

Curly-haired boy: Green, green! Kuchiki Byakuya's face has turned green, hey!

The Villain of Soul Society: You are truly worthy of being An Ran, as you can even change the color of such a expressionless face.

As the message was sent, Unohana Retsu felt a surge of momentum coming from the center of the battlefield not far away. Clearly, the gifts Uchiha Madara had promised were starting to arrive, and this game was almost over.

Damn it!

Just as she was thinking this, Komamura Sajin suddenly raised his sword and slashed at her. A huge phantom arm materialized, carrying a sharp blade.

uninteresting.

Unohana Retsu sighed inwardly, and without dodging or avoiding, he stretched out his right hand directly towards the flash of the blade. The huge blade was instantly clamped, unable to move forward any further.

"What?" Komamura Sajin was stunned, and a shocked expression appeared on his dog face.

"Your power is good, but your attack intention is too obvious." Unohana Retsu said calmly, his expression indifferent, "And you can't change your moves. This is your biggest problem right now."

"You bastard!" Komamura Sajin felt insulted. We're in a life-and-death battle, and you're lecturing me?

"Don't be angry, I'm just telling the truth." As if seeing through his thoughts, Unohana Retsu said softly: "The real slash should be like this." He raised his right hand and slashed down with a knife.

Komamura Zuozhen's pupils contracted violently as he watched a bright and gorgeous sword energy rapidly approaching him.

puff.

Bright red blood spurted up, dyeing the sky red.

"So fast..." Komamura Sajin opened his eyes wide and lay on the ground covered in blood.

"It can be faster, but there's no need." Unohana Retsu glanced at him and turned his gaze to the battlefield on the side.

Besides her, the battle between Youyue and Soi Fong had also concluded. The poor little bee hadn't even managed a single move against the great demon king Youyue before being instantly knocked down by a single Shinra Tensei attack.

The other two sides were fighting a bit too closely, mainly because Stark and Hoshigaki Kisame were both old slackers who were unwilling to use their full strength, so they remained evenly matched.

Curly-haired boy: Come on, Kisame! Only five minutes left!

Shark-faced guy:?

Curly Hair: I just opened a deal with Wig, and I think you'll be dead in ten minutes. There are still five minutes left, so keep going!

Book artist: Hahaha, God died suddenly.

Scarlet Snake Fairy: Ah Yin, you are really poisonous.

Skirt-lifting maniac: Look, Kisame-san’s face is blue with anger!

Hatchet Girl: Uh, Kisame-san’s face is originally blue, right?

Curly-haired boy: Damn it! Kisame, what do you mean by this? Why did you suddenly explode? You just want me to lose money, right? I'm telling you in advance, even if I lose... you have to pay for it!

Shark-faced guy: Why the hell don’t you just die?

The villain in Soul Society: Betting on someone’s sudden death, and wanting them to lose?

The Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: So shameless, he is worthy of being Gin.

Konan shook her head and sheathed her sword. Across from her, Toushirou had already collapsed to the ground, his face pale.

Skirt-lifting maniac: Wow, Xiaonan-sister is also done. Awesome!

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: It’s okay, it really deserves to be the strongest Zanpakutō of the ice and snow type, it’s quite difficult to deal with.

Book Artist: Haha, are you bragging or doing some new kind of humor?

Skirt-lifting maniac: You're obviously holding the strongest ice and snow wash...

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: It doesn't matter. It was difficult anyway. But in the end, I won. Thanks to Sister Hua for her hard training! I won thanks to Sister Hua.

puff.

As everyone in the group chatted, Kuchiki Byakuya on the screen collapsed. Urahara Kisuke and Shihouin Yoruichi were not much better off, both kneeling on one knee, panting.

Skirt-lifting maniac: It’s over.

Wig: I looked at the time, only forty seconds have passed?

Skull Island Handsome Guy: They were lucky to hold out for more than 40 seconds. They were already at the end of their strength. Except for Aizen who fused with the Hogyoku, but that was because of his special situation.

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: Indeed, facing An Ran-san who is able to complete the Holy Body, Return to Blade and Bankai, just resisting the spiritual pressure he emits is already very energy-consuming.

Curly-haired boy: Damn it, that damn Kisame is not dead yet!

Illustrator: Pfft! You really hate Kisame-san so much you wish he were dead, don't you? Kisame-san, don't be misled by his words! Hang on, at least for another ten minutes! Make this guy lose his pants!

Skirt-lifting maniac: Ali-chan, there's something wrong with your statement. What the hell is "hold on for another ten minutes"? Isn't the correct way to cheer for Kisame-san to believe he can win?

Book Artist: Well, don't worry about the details.

Skirt-lifting maniac: How can I not care? You said you could hold on for another ten minutes... but you still died suddenly? Do you look down on Kisame-san so much?

Wig: This isn't a matter of looking down on others; it's all about Kisame-san. Without the belief in victory, how can one possibly win? Kisame-san, I believe you won't let me down. I bet you can last twenty minutes.

Shark-faced guy: You can all go to hell.

Hatchet Girl: Hahahaha, Kisame is furious! Ah, the old man has fallen too. Looks like it's really over. I can finally eat some noodles.

puff.

Just as Katsura Yanye sent this message, a long sword suddenly pierced Uchiha Madara's heart.

Everyone was stunned to see that the sword's owner was none other than Aizen, who was supposedly still battling the clones. However, the moment the sword pierced Uchiha Madara's heart, Aizen, who was fighting the clones, suddenly vanished into smoke.

321 I am you, but you are not me

What happened? Did they win suddenly?

Looking at Aizen's actions not far away, whether it was the old man Yama, Kisuke Urahara or Yoruichi, they all had a very unreal and psychedelic feeling in their hearts.

It was like playing a game where all three lanes of high ground towers were demolished, the smaller crystals were destroyed, and only the large crystal was left standing with only a sliver of life left. This situation was a sure loss, but in the end, the slogan read "YOU WIN."

Faced with such a sudden victory, they didn't even know whether to celebrate or grieve.

Aizen, on the other hand, smiled a victorious smile. He was certain that the blade in his hand had truly pierced the heart of the young man before him.

The blood, spiritual pressure, and the texture of the knife cutting into the flesh are all real, not as illusory as when the shadow clone was killed.

Looking at Uchiha Madara's wide-eyed expression of horror, Aizen felt as if he had eaten an ice cream cone on a hot day, completely refreshed. He understood that this was the feeling of truly defeating a powerful enemy.

In all my life, this is the first time I've felt this way! A true first time!

"It seems just as I thought, Mr. Madara." Aizen's lips curled up, his tone filled with undisguised pride. "Even your eyes can't see the power of Lens Flower Suigetsu."

"Mirror Flowers and Water Moon, when..." Uchiha Madara frowned, his expression revealing a hint of confusion.

"Are you asking when I was first attacked?" Aizen smiled and said calmly, "Of course, it was when we first met. From that time on, I felt that you would be a very difficult enemy."

As if afraid that Uchiha Madara didn't understand, Aizen continued, "You should know the ability of my sword. It is completely hypnotic. But in fact, it does not require any release words. As long as you see the blade of this Zanpakutō after it is released, you will be completely affected. Even if I don't pull this sword completely out of the scabbard."

"There's actually such a thing?" Shifengyuan Yeyi was stunned for a moment, and said with a very unhappy expression: "It's really insidious."

"It's not insidious, it's strategic." Aizen glanced at her and corrected her with a smile, "When facing an unpredictable opponent, leaving behind a trump card that can be turned around, isn't that a great strategy? Of course, at first I even thought that Mr. Madara's eyes could see through even the most ethereal things. It wasn't until now that I realized I was overthinking it."

"In that case, why didn't you use the power of Mirror Flowers and Water Moon at the beginning?" Yamamoto Genryusai asked coldly, propping himself up with the help of his sword.

"People are usually the most relaxed when they are at their most proud. Don't you understand this?" Aizen looked down at him with contempt.

This bastard!

Feeling despised, Yamamoto Genryusai was furious and looked at Aizen with a wary look. He certainly wouldn't consider Aizen his own just because they had briefly joined forces. Now that Uchiha Madara, the great enemy, had been defeated, the real battle was about to begin.

"No need to be so alert. At least for now, I have no interest in attacking you." Aizen already felt that these people were just bean sprouts in the pot. It didn't matter whether they were eaten morning or night.

However, compared to eating these bean sprouts, Uchiha Madara's steak with toppings is more to his liking.

"Still hoping to turn the tables, Mr. Madara?" Aizen, wielding the long sword, slowly twisted his wrist, sending strands of black silk thread tracing down his arm and into Uchiha Madara's body. "You don't stand a chance. I admit, I'm no match for you in a head-on fight. But you're still too confident, after all. Excessive confidence is arrogance."

The black grid wrapped around Uchiha Madara's body, gradually evaporating and absorbing the spirit particles in his body.

Aizen looked at the strange scene with a smile on his face, his heart filled with sighs. "Goodbye, Mr. Madara. You are the second person in this world who impressed me the most."

"Really? Then I'm honored." A voice suddenly sounded from behind Aizen.

what?

Aizen turned around in shock, only to be greeted by a flash of sword light.

puff.

The clothes were torn and blood was splattered everywhere.

Aizen fell to the ground from the pillar, his face filled with emotion as he looked at Uchiha Madara standing there. "How is this possible? Why?"

"Why?" Uchiha Madara sneered and raised the long sword in his hand. "Don't you think this sword looks familiar?"