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"Boom——"

However, just as Sal Apollo rushed out of the intersection ahead, he saw huge black tentacles crowding the intersection ahead like a tide, sweeping towards him continuously, smashing the steel wall in front of him and making a heavy roar.

"Damn it!"

Sar Apollo stretched out the bone knife in his hand and chopped forward fiercely, but he saw that the black tentacle was only broken in one section, and was immediately replaced by the next section.

"Sal! This thing is commanded by that guy!"

"Kill him first!"

Ilfert roared just as loudly, a hint of urgency in his voice.

It was the first time for them to encounter such an unusual Zanpakutō, and it was also the first time that their bodies were changed.

For the Granz brothers, who think they are the "craziest researchers in the world" just by playing the conception notification, this rule-based Zanpakutō is like the impact of the worldview of the elderly elves in the customs area on the simple old greenskin.

"Idiot! Feel your own spiritual pressure!"

Sar Apollo is undoubtedly the wisest among the Great Void.

Unlike those other guys who entered the 'World of Pleasure' and never figured out the rules until they died, he noticed the changes in his spiritual pressure almost the moment he appeared here.

"Our reiatsu...was balanced by that Shinigami!"

"Do you have the confidence to defeat him in his home turf with a spiritual pressure equal to his?!"

Sal Apollo was also a little confused.

Unlike that idiot Ilfert, he read all the [Rules] carefully.

When he thought about his body being lifted up by the huge black tentacle blocking the road, he felt like his head was about to split open.

What kind of torture is this?!

Can not accept!

Even death is unacceptable!

Now, he just wanted to find a way to escape as the rules said.

Although he is a true mad alchemist, there is no doubt that Sal Apollo, who has become Vastod, has now regained a considerable degree of "humanity".

Human nature is that if there are other options to escape, you will never choose to confront others head-on.

And this is exactly the choice that Fujimiya Makoto drove her to make.

"The edge of a thousand hands, the unreachable hand of darkness, the unreflected archer of the sky, the path of radiant light, the wind that fanned the flames, gather together without hesitation, follow my command, light bullet, eight bodies, nine lines, heavenly scripture, swift treasure, great wheel, gray turret, draw the bow into the distance, brightly dissipating."

"Broken Dao No. 91: Thousand-Hand Bright Sky Shooting Cannon!"

Shattered cherry-pink arrows of light rapidly formed around him as Fujimiya Makoto chanted in full.

Guided by the blade, they all pointed in the direction of Sal Apollo's escape.

It seemed that he sensed the violent spiritual pressure fluctuation coming from behind him.

Sar Apollo, who was still rushing forward, suddenly cut off the last tentacle in front of him. At the same time, the wings behind him suddenly opened, and a huge amount of ink suddenly spurted out from the cyst like a nest.

It was like some kind of corrosive ink that seemed to be able to consume even spiritual pressure. The moment it came into contact with those spots of light, it swallowed them all up and detonated them.

When the smoke and dust cleared, only huge holes remained in the place.

And the vertical gap in the wall.

[Being able to ejaculate doesn't mean you're capable. Being able to hit the target is what makes you a real man.]

【Ghost Path +10】

Fujimiya Makoto's eyes swept through the passage, looking at the few body fragments remaining on the ground, feeling the subtle increase in spiritual pressure in his body, and a smile slowly appeared on his face.

as predicted.

In the process of chasing, he only needs to drive him to the limit little by little like a hunter chasing a bleeding prey, and he can easily capture the other party.

No matter how the 'script' itself changes, in the final analysis it only provides a 'fair' venue for both parties to seize spiritual pressure from each other.

What we really need to focus on is not the result, but the determination to fight to the death.

obviously.

The problem with Sal Apollo is that he is too smart and knows how to exploit the rules.

He won't fight to the death.

so...

"Breaking Path No. 63: Thunder Roar Cannon!"

"Broken Dao No. 73: Double Lotus Blue Fire Pendant!"

One after another, ghost arts shot out from Fujimiya Makoto's hands continuously.

Sar Apollo was driven to flee continuously, like a stray dog, constantly rushing out of passages and walls.

He quickly scanned the surrounding roads, quickly determining the direction and up and down.

Trying to find the real 'exit'.

Here is the escape script!

Therefore, there must be an exit that allows him to escape successfully!

Just as people with excellent strength and physical fitness tend to rely on their bodies.

People with outstanding intelligence like Sal Apollo will also habitually rely on their intelligence to find solutions.

Instead, it was his brother, whom he regarded as a fool, who first discovered the problem.

"Sal! No more running!"

"Have you noticed that our spiritual pressure is constantly decreasing?"

"If we keep going like this, let alone finding the exit, we'll probably be blown to death by that guy halfway through!"

Ilfert screamed loudly.

"Shut up!" Sal Apollo seemed still unwilling to admit the reality, "I will find the right way soon! I will soon..."

"Sal! What are you afraid of?!" Ilfert shouted suddenly.

At that moment, Sal Apollo seemed to be stunned.

Immediately afterwards, Ilfert took control of the body, and bone blades popped out from the surfaces of his upper and lower limbs at the same time.

As his brother said, he was a fool.

But because of this, when it comes to fighting, he never hesitates to injure his wounds.

Almost at the moment when Fujimiya Makoto crawled out through the crack in the wall, the blade in Ilfert's hand had already swept towards Fujimiya Makoto mercilessly.

"Qianglang——"

The blade in Fujimiya Makoto's hand paused slightly, and a sharp metal collision sound was heard under Ilvert's bone knife. The two narrow bone blades slid and rubbed along the blade towards the handle, bringing up a series of golden flames.

However, as Ilfert said.

The spiritual pressure ratio between them has been reversed.

"one foot!"

Fujimiya Makoto easily blocked the two sliding blades in his hands, suddenly raised his knees, and his slender legs flashed at an extremely fast speed, and he kicked him in the abdomen fiercely.

Sal Apollo's petite figure rolled and flew backwards, barely able to stand still, but a smile appeared on his face.

"I'll just say it."

"How could there be such an unstoppable Zanpakuto in this world!"

He looked at the thin wound on Fujimiya Makoto's wrist, and felt the spiritual pressure in his body slightly increased by half a point, and his heart became more and more determined.

"What a mess of rules! What a plot!"

"Anyway, as long as I defeat you head-on, my death won't be so ugly, right?"

"Indeed." Fujimiya Makoto's wrist was injured, but he still had a smile on his face. He didn't feel guilty at all after his Zanpakutō's ability was seen through. He just looked at her quietly, "But... have you ever considered another question?"

Fujimiya Makoto smiled and said, "Do you know why my Zanpakutō has such a simple ability of 'stealing each other's spiritual power' designed into a complicated 'script'?"

"what?"

Ilfert was a fool. She was indeed not as smart as her brother and could not understand those complicated things at all.

Sar Apollo seemed to have suddenly realized something and said abruptly, "Ilfert! Keep your distance and don't get close to him anymore!"

"What do you mean?"

Before Ilfert could react, Fujimiya Makoto's figure suddenly disappeared and reappeared, charging towards him at an extremely fast speed.

The blade in his hand flashed a silver light.

Under the pressure of this sharp murderous intent, Sal Apollo's petite body, which had been transformed into a female body, almost subconsciously stretched out two bone knives at the same time and slashed towards the direction of Fujimiya Makoto's attack!

Two spiritual pressures that completely exceeded the third-level spiritual power level burst out simultaneously. The extremely high spiritual pressure level itself also represents the same level of spiritual strength. The speed of both parties swinging their swords is almost connected.

If Harribel was still beside them at this moment, she probably wouldn't even be able to keep up with the speed of the fight, and all that would be left in her eyes would be a continuous and entangled shadow.

However, Ilfert, who still controlled his body, was not afraid at all. He swung the knife faster and faster, and his expression became more and more arrogant.

So what if the second one is gone?

Even though he transformed into a female body, with a pair of cumbersome things in front of his body and his arms and legs shortened, his skills were still superb!

"laugh!"

The blades crossed, and Fujimiya Makoto missed the brief moment when he swung his sword, just when his strength reached its limit.

Ilfert immediately seized the opportunity and kicked towards his lower abdomen with a whip kick, making a sharp hissing sound and creating a sonic boom in the air.

"Snapped--!"

However, a smile suddenly appeared on Fujimiya Makoto's face.

Ilfert's pupils suddenly contracted, and he felt a sudden pain in his leg.

When Fujimiya Makoto fell to the ground, Ilfert lowered his head.

Then, he saw a pink syringe firmly inserted into his calf.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

Before Ilfert could react, he immediately noticed something strange beginning to happen in his body.

All the senses in his body... No, that's not right!

It should be limited to the sense of touch, and seems to be amplifying at an extremely fast speed.

This sense of touch is not even limited to the tactile nerve nodes that can be perceived on the surface of human skin in the normal sense, but is also expanding into the body.

The surge of electricity between nerves, the slow squeezing and wriggling of organs, the expansion and contraction of the heartbeat, and the feeling of blood flowing through blood vessels.

Logically speaking, these places without tactile nerves should not produce similar 'touch sensations'.

But unfortunately, he could sense it all!

Besides that, the most intense feeling was...

Ilfert immediately realized that something was wrong.

That's what that drug does!

"Sa-Saar! Untie him!"

"Untie him quickly!!"

"Otherwise we're definitely dead!"

The moment Ilfert shouted these words while enduring the trembling of his vocal cords, he didn't know that his beautiful feminine face was full of blush!

Body temperature seems to be rising rapidly at an almost incredible speed.