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Because the strength shown by Oni Genjo was not even enough to push Matsushita Yusuke to his limit.

call……

As the True Word Sea state was released, the lingering spiritual energy around Matsushita Yusuke slowly disappeared, and the light reflected in his pupils also vanished.

"……Well."

He groaned unconsciously.

The feeling of being completely drained is really unpleasant.

It's like a driver who's used to driving a 100-ton truck suddenly stepping on the gas pedal after unloading.

How can it be so light?!

But the person involved quickly adapted.

You can't lose face at a time like this... you have to stand firm.

It's like after a boxing match, the loser is lying on the ground and can't even get up... So if you win, at least you have to be standing, right?

Yusuke Matsushita took a deep breath, feeling the air filling his lungs and delivering oxygen throughout his body.

His condition gradually improved.

The outcome is decided!

Chojiro Sasaki watched the whole process unfold. He nodded slightly and cast a look of approval at Yusuke Matsushita.

His appreciation for capable people was evident in his words.

Moreover, he is such a promising young man.

However, just as he stepped forward, about to make his declaration...

"and many more."

An aged yet powerful voice came from behind him, completely freezing the Sparrow's movements.

Even Yusuke Matsushita's expression turned somewhat surprised.

At this moment, Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni slightly raised his head and calmly looked at the figure in the distance.

His eyes were devoid of any light, and the outlines of sorrow and joy were indiscernible.

"This competition is not over yet."

—What nonsense are you talking about, old man? Do you really think Gui Yancheng can continue fighting in this state?

Such thoughts had only just begun to arise...

boom.

As a buzzing sound reached his ears, Matsushita Yusuke raised an eyebrow slightly.

earthquake?

it's not true……

Because he saw that the ground was cracking.

At the same time, streaks of purplish-red light were constantly moving within, like earth dragons lurking underground, trying to roll and break free of the shackles above their heads!

Matsushita Yusuke's eyes widened in surprise.

Because he sensed Oni Kenpachi's spiritual power... right under his feet?

No...that's not right.

Around us, throughout the entire space?

He turned around in surprise, only to see Oni Yanshiro Kenpachi swaying as he stood up.

His flesh was charred and rotten, and in some parts, the outlines of his organs and bones could even be seen.

Is it even possible to fight like this?

Reality quickly responded.

Oni Yanjo Kenpachi raised his Zanpakuto in his right hand.

A purple aura instantly enveloped the entire arena, surrounding Matsushita Yusuke!

"The Tyrant's ability to shake the eight wastelands is not specifically designed for attack."

"I can say that," said Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni calmly.

"Instead, it transforms the attacks it receives, thereby accumulating them and eventually constructing a Zanpakuto type with a special spiritual pressure domain."

field……

Before Matsushita Yusuke could react, he was already enveloped in it.

In an instant.

His eyes widened, and he involuntarily fell to the ground.

Intense pain was shooting through my entire body... It was excruciating, piercing to the bone, and penetrating to my very core!

"what……"

Even letting out a scream was difficult; Yusuke Matsushita was sweating profusely and trembling uncontrollably.

what happened?

tread, tread, tread...

The sound of footsteps grew louder as they approached.

Gui Yancheng's voice also came intermittently.

"My ability, my domain... is to make you empathize with me, to experience the same pain I feel."

Yusuke Matsushita, his face pale, half-raised his head.

He saw Oni Yancheng Kenpachi walking towards him, his body mangled and bloody.

His chest heaved and slumped like a broken bellows, maintaining a minimal heartbeat, sustaining the most basic signs of life...

"I will not challenge the strong... because I am not sure I can survive."

but.

“It’s different for the weak.”

Anything that cannot kill him immediately will become 'nourishment'.

Oni Yanjo Kenpachi was not lying.

He was indeed cautious, careful, greedy, and ignorant.

But most importantly...

He's ruthless enough to himself.

The appearance of the Zanpakuto is a decoy, the name of the release is a decoy... everything is just a gimmick to serve the ultimate goal.

Kenpachi Onigeki's way of survival is revealed in this.

"Give up. I've taken so many attacks, and it takes me a while to recover... But you, you've taken so much all at once..."

Speaking was exhausting, but victory was in sight, which felt like the most soothing painkiller.

This made Gui Yancheng Sword Eight characters literally excited.

"You have no power to resist, you... have already lost."

call……

He raised the saber in his right hand.

Stripped of its superfluous spikes and ornaments, it reveals an extremely understated black sheen.

Just like the gloom and darkness within its heart, the Zanpakuto's wrath... realistically reveals its essential nature.

"I'm so happy, you brat. I'll probably never forget you for the rest of my life."

Because of you.

"I can take back everything that belongs to me."

The knife fell.

puff!

Blood splattered...

107: Elemental Zanpakuto - Karma Fire

The entire room fell silent.

The situation, which has been reversed in a short period of time, is enough to draw everyone's attention.

In the instant blood splattered, a figure almost rushed forward.

It's Soi Fon.

But she was forced to stay where she was.

As if he had a premonition, Kichiyo pressed down hard on her shoulder, widened his eyes and growled.

"Wake up, Soi Fon! Do you know where you are?!"

The latter seemed to have slightly regained his senses.

She looked up and glanced around. Her expression was dazed for a moment, then she lowered her head.

"I……"

He couldn't even get a word out.

Two tear tracks ran down her cheeks and dripped onto her night clothes.

Things shouldn't be like this.

He clearly had absolute confidence, and the battle was progressing as expected...

But why did it suddenly turn around and lead to an outcome that no one could have predicted?

The image of crimson blood splattering and Yusuke Matsushita collapsing to the ground was deeply imprinted in Soi Fon's mind, haunting her.

There are so many things I haven't said yet, and so many things I want to try with him.

But by now, the opportunity has passed.

The vivid images still surge in my memory, but reality has turned cold, like a faded oil painting, rendering these images into monotonous black and white.

If possible.

Perhaps she shouldn't have acted so assertively.

You could try learning some techniques for being affectionate, you could try...

Before my thoughts could settle, a sharp voice came from the side, piercing through my conflicted and hesitant thoughts.

"Calm down, Soi Fon."

That's not Kichiyo's voice.

Soi Fon looked up blankly and saw Yoruichi Shihouin standing beside her.

"Yorichi, sir..."

"How rare! A woman like you can actually shed tears? It's like an iron tree blooming!"

Being ridiculed would normally prompt me to quickly explain and clarify the situation.

but now……

Soi Fon covered her face with her hands and sobbed.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

I have no face, and even less the mood, to do anything respectable.

"It's ok."

Yoruichi stepped forward and hugged her.