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At the same time, the experience of beheading is also constantly increasing.

[Slashing Technique +2]

[Slashing Technique +3]

[Slashing Technique +5]

The endless stream of slashing attacks brought with it an equally rich experience bonus. Every blow he received in this extreme physical condition was constantly increasing his slashing ability.

However, it still cannot keep up with the changes in pressure.

Until the last moment, Fujimiya Makoto suddenly felt an extreme sense of danger in his heart!

"The swastika is all gone!"

Almost at the moment the voice fell, the world in front of Fujimiya Makoto was covered by black and red, turning into a large pool of blood.

The blood surging like a wave instantly engulfed his entire field of vision, and along with the extremely increased spiritual pressure, completely devoured all his perceptions.

The inspiration that was extremely sensitive in the past was now just an endless red glow.

It was impossible to tell where the sword came from.

"laugh--"

The blood blade splashed, sticking to the surging blood from the ground like a crescent, and swung towards Fujimiya Makoto with a slashing blow.

It was not until the moment the voice rang out that Fujimiya Makoto seemed to suddenly wake up from the fear of the previous second, and hurriedly raised the blade to block the flying blood blade.

However, just as he sensed, the flying blade made of blood not only turned into a slashing attack, but also inherited the continuous toughness like a fluid.

Almost the next moment after he blocked the attack, the blood blade shattered, and each drop of blood leaped and splashed like a flying needle, falling on him with a sharp sound, instantly corroding his clothes and piercing his skin, turning into white smoke that tortured his body - giving people a stinging sensation like sulfuric acid.

Faintly, it seemed that even the skin was rotting.

Fujimiya Makoto knew very well that it was not 'injury', but rather 'healing'.

The extreme vitality represented by this drop of blood gave his body an excessive ability to heal, but this did not mean health.

Just like the infinitely proliferating HeLa cells, the extreme proliferation ability must represent the overall collapse of the body.

At this moment, the tiny wounds on Fujimiya Makoto's body were the result of "collapse".

However, before he could react, he saw that Unohana-sensei, who was completely immersed in the joy and excitement brought by the battle, had already swung her long sword towards him with all her strength.

The blade in Unohana Yachiryu's hand seemed to be constantly overflowing with blood, and her overall spiritual pressure seemed to be boiling, reaching the extreme point she could touch during the process of Bankai.

The whistling of the blade breaking through the air was like a deafening roar.

"clang--!"

The fierce collision of the two sides' blades was like the sound of a huge bell.

Behind Fujimiya Makoto and Unohana, it seems that they each carry a different world.

The purification play that originally presented the realm of [Inner Dojo], under the pressure of Bankai, did not have much support at all.

The reason why it was able to barely resist Unohana's 'world' was entirely because the spiritual pressure of both sides was forcibly suppressed to the same level by the power of 'rules'.

But even so, the power of Bankai itself is at least five to ten times that of Shikai.

Fujimiya Makoto knew very well that his script would not last long under the full force of Unohana-sensei.

Twenty seconds...thirty seconds at most!

A result must be determined within thirty seconds.

Otherwise, the script would instantly break apart under this terrifying explosion of spiritual pressure.

The battle between the Shinigami is a battle of spiritual pressure.

Even the so-called inviolable rules are actually included in this scope.

If there is any problem, it only means that the 'reiatsu' is not strong enough.

In that case...

The look Fujimiya Makoto gave Unohana-sensei gradually changed.

The red bloodshot in his eyes seemed to have intensified a little.

The entire white of his eyes almost turned red.

【Bond Trait: Last Light】

[Last Dawn: When trapped in a desperate situation where death is certain, one will inevitably burst forth with unprecedented strength, and then fall into a state of extreme weakness for a period of time.]

Obviously, the condition of Bankai + Unohana's full power has already met the conditions for activating this trait.

"Clang!"

The sword tilted, the deflected blade twisting under Fujimiya Makoto's wrist.

Unohana Yachiru, whose entire body seemed to be covered by a crimson background, instantly noticed Fujimiya Makoto's abnormality.

Immediately afterwards, his eyelids subconsciously raised, and he unconsciously revealed an extremely excited smile.

You can continue!

This joy! Can continue!

Almost at the moment he realized this, the two swords in Unohana Yachiryu's hands turned into ribbons that extended like fluid, and swung them crosswise towards Fujimiya Makoto.

Fujimiya Makoto did not confront him head-on.

The effect of the [Wall of Sighs] stabilized his will, and at the same time allowed his brain to always remain extremely calm and rational, allowing him to make relatively correct judgments.

——Two seconds.

Lean over and roll sideways.

Trampling the splattered blood underfoot.

The large sword in his hand was almost close to the ground as it slashed towards Unohana's legs.

"laugh!"

The long blade and the bloody knife crossed and cut apart.

Fujimiya Makoto was able to use this to create enough distance.

Under the blessing of [The Last Light], the brain, heart, muscles, bones, blood vessels, and nerves are all in an unprecedented state of excitement, like the last warmth in a cold night when one is about to freeze to death, or the inexplicable feeling of fullness as if the body is devouring one after being extremely hungry.

All of them make people have an irresistible urge to fight!

【Type 1·Modified·Aurora】

The dazzling arc of the blade cut through the sea of ​​blood, and with the spiritual pressure and will concentrated to the extreme, it forcibly tore a path through the spiritual pressure of Unohana Yachikuri that filled all directions.

However, in front of Unohana-sensei, this level of slashing was nothing.

The short blade was just pointed forward and immediately got stuck at the end of the knife path. At the same time, the blood blade in the other hand seemed to stir up a backward waterfall and slashed towards Fujimiya Makoto's waist and abdomen.

Fujimiya Makoto's highly constricted pupils and the characteristics of the [No Injury Circle] give him a reaction ability that is stronger than normal.

Almost at the moment when Unohana Yachiryu changed the path of his sword, the instant step under his feet had already deflected.

The originally straight aurora suddenly outlined a winding curve.

At the critical moment, the blade of Unohana Yachiru's short sword passed by, tearing a shallow wound on her sleeve.

However, this slight tingling sensation activated her nerves like a needle prick, making her unable to suppress the stronger excitement and impulse.

Therefore, the force of the next knife will naturally become faster and heavier!

The boiling blood curtain behind him gradually encroached forward and surged continuously.

The blades collided with each other, making a dull sound.

Fujimiya Makoto felt that the knife in his hand was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and he sank down almost uncontrollably.

Before he could deflect the force, he saw the short sword in Unohana's left hand fall simultaneously, hitting the back of her own sword hard.

"Boom!"

The back of the knife in Fujimiya Makoto's hand was immediately crushed to his shoulder by this heavy blow.

My knees couldn't stop bending.

This tiny flaw was discovered almost the moment it appeared, and Unohana Yachiryu kicked out with almost no hesitation, kicking Fujimiya Makoto into the air, and like a spinning stone, several consecutive splashes of water were created on the calm river surface.

——Five seconds.

While spinning, he forced his knife into the pool of blood to relieve the force of his flying.

The next moment, under the constant pressure of potential explosion, the weak and painful body seemed to be stimulated with new vitality.

Fujimiya Makoto's feet stepped back on the dojo floor that was overturned by the gradually spreading pool of blood. With strength rising from the ground, his whole body flew towards Unohana Yachiryu with an almost self-sacrificing posture, like a spring compressed to the extreme, and his body tore an arc that cut through the waves above the pool of blood.

Clash with Unohana-sensei.

"Dang Dang Dang——"

Between the human figures that were almost impossible to capture with the naked eye, a series of sparks and continuous metallic sounds like heavy hammers hitting each other erupted, which were so stimulating that they seemed to penetrate people's eardrums.

Faster! Heavier! Sharper!

He almost completely ignored Xiao Podao's unreliable voice, and all that remained in his ears were the sound of experience prompts.

[Slash +3]

[Slash +4]

[Slash +2]

In this seemingly endless slashing, whether it was Fujimiya Makoto or Unohana Yachiru, the master and disciple only had each other's figure in their eyes.

It's like they want to brand each other in the deepest part of their souls.

However, the suppressive power of spiritual pressure cannot be broken by fighting to the death, courage, and desire for battle.

Fujimiya Makoto's fragile "Inside Dojo" script is still being swallowed up, overturned and torn apart bit by bit by the darkness and the sea of ​​blood.

Faintly, even the outline of the building behind him seemed to be swaying and shaking.

——Ten seconds!

At this point in the battle, even Fujimiya Makoto, who was blessed with multiple bonds, realized his limits.

In other words, it was precisely because his brain was still maintaining a calm mind with an incredibly strong will that he was able to clearly realize that his physical strength, spiritual pressure, and Zanpakutō abilities were all being squeezed to the extreme by Unohana Sensei bit by bit.

The muscles were torn in large pieces under the extreme exertion;

Because the pupils have been in an overloaded state for a long time, even the irises are covered with blood;

Continuously deflecting his steps at high speed had left tiny cracks all over his ankles.

The fingertips gripping the knife handle were so tense as to reveal the blade that one could even see the veins;

The surface of the skin was covered with dark scars, as if burned by flames. The slightest movement would cause pain as if it was being torn apart...

Even the spirit body began to waver due to the extreme spiritual pressure.

He had so many reasons to end the fight.

Why did the teaching battle between the master and the apprentice have to reach this point?

If it was simply to satisfy Unohana-sensei's interest, why would he go up against her at her full strength when he was only at the third level of spiritual power?

If the fight continues, will the body collapse first, or will the brain reach its limit due to overload?

What is the point of this kind of battle?

Is it just to have the chance to do whatever he wants with Unohana-sensei's voluptuous body?!

Fujimiya Makoto, are you such a vulgar person?!

"If you just take a step back...if you just take a step back..."

"laugh!"

Fujimiya Makoto opened his eyes wide, but the blade in his hand swung forward before his brain could react.