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A familiar and lazy voice came from the side, with some dissatisfaction:

"You talk too much nonsense."

"Chuunibyou?"

Chapter 202 Initial Vibration

The moment the sickle blade touched the hilt, a blank flashed through Takasugi's mind.

It seemed that the expected bloody feeling was out of sync with the reality reflected in his eyes, so that for a moment he was unable to react to the fact that his full-strength sword attack was easily blocked.

However, after that moment of blank consciousness, what immediately flooded into my brain was annoyance at having my life interrupted.

Originally, he had only exerted 50% of his total evolutionary power, but in an instant, he received feedback. His arms, which were already as thick as his thighs, expanded again under the infusion of spiritual pressure, reaching 70%!

"open!"

Takasugi roared this time, and the blade, which was against the handle of the sword, slashed out horizontally according to the squeezing force.

With a loud bang, a crack suddenly appeared on the parallel line where the sickle blade and the handle separated.

The barren land seemed to have been chopped by a giant blade, leaving clear traces that spread from shallow to deep into the distance, shattering countless rocks.

Looking at the countless pieces of rubble that suddenly appeared, Gao Shan was only surprised for a moment, and a scornful smile appeared on his face.

He looked at the expressionless Fujimiya Makoto in front of him and chuckled softly, "Although the degree of strength increase exceeded my expectations, but looking at this trace that was easily shattered, you should understand, right?"

"Fujimiya Makoto."

"My current strength—"

As Takasugi spoke this time, he suddenly raised his voice, and the sickle in his hand and the spear-like spider legs behind him suddenly stabbed forward.

"——It's not what you can imagine at all!"

Fujimiya Makoto looked at him, seeming a little surprised:

"Ah, really?"

"Buzz!"

The air vibrates.

When the five attacks were launched at a very close distance at a speed several times the speed of sound, the spiritual pressure and shock waves that burst out were almost twisted into a beam, penetrating everything with a deafening explosion.

Pointing directly at Fujimiya Makoto's head!

The hem of her clothes and her hair flew up together.

Saito unconsciously narrowed his one eye and subconsciously reached out his hand in his direction.

"Cheng!"

However, the next moment.

That extremely terrifying power suddenly disappeared.

It was as if it suddenly disappeared from the original space, and even its 'existence' was erased.

All that was left was the scabbard with ancient decorations in Fujimiya Makoto's hand.

Takasugi, who continued swinging his sword, seemed to freeze in an instant.

Whether it was the stabbing spider legs or the swung sickle blade, they all lost their strength in an instant.

That empty feeling is terrifying.

He subconsciously turned his head and shifted his gaze from Fujimiya Makoto's usual calm face to his own spider legs and sickle blades.

Then, only a small section of the iron chain that was originally connected to the blade was left, and the other end was empty, with the cut as smooth as a mirror.

It seems like nothing existed from the beginning.

As for the four spider legs extending from his back, they were cut off neatly in the middle.

"Wow--"

Four bony limbs fell at Fujimiya Makoto's feet.

The cut was as smooth as a chain.

Almost instinctively, Gao Shan retreated with difficulty this time, taking several steps back, his pupils constricted.

"really."

Fujimiya Makoto's voice was as calm as water. Although it was not loud, it seemed to be ringing right next to his ear.

"If it were me, I really can't imagine it."

"What on earth gave you such fearless courage?"

"Takasugi-kun."

The almost sarcastic and cold tone made Takasugi, who was standing just in front of him, freeze.

The next moment, the fear in his heart seemed to be suddenly ignited, turning into a raging fire that was enough to burn himself and others to ashes, scorching the sky and the earth!

"Shut up!!!"

Almost at the moment the voice came out, Takasugi threw away the Hell Snake Scythe, which only had the hilt left in his hand, and rushed towards Fujimiya Makoto like a mad tiger.

One spider leg after another tore through the skin and pierced out of the back amidst the flowing blood.

The ones that Fujimiya Makoto had just cut off also pierced the wound from their original places, extending like blades, and evolved to be thinner, sharper, and stronger than before.

The eight spider legs danced and raised mist, making it impossible to see the afterimage.

However, facing Takasugi's almost crazy attack this time, Fujimiya Makoto still stood in place, holding the middle of the scabbard with his left hand, and pointed with the handle seemingly casually.

Countless brilliant sparks bloomed in the air.

Violent air waves spread out into the distance, and the spider's legs pierced the air. Deep holes immediately appeared on the ground in the distance. Even if it broke through dozens of meters, it could not weaken the penetrating force.

However, whether it was Saito who was nearby or Kuchiki and Kuriyashiki who were further away, they could clearly see...

There wasn't even a crack on Fujimiya Makoto's body.

The Bankai robe on Kuchiki Ginrei's body had been untied at some point. He stood there staring at the scene with a stiff expression, muttering something unconsciously.

"How can this be..."

What lies beneath the tone is an inexplicable and unexpressible deep despair.

Even the bystanders were like this, not to mention Takasugi Konji who was standing in front of him.

Accelerate! Increase your strength! Reflexes!

Continuous evolution!

From the initial 50% strength to 70%...100%!

Eight spider legs shot out simultaneously, drilling into his body from all directions without any pattern, so fast that even he could hardly control it. The surface of the bony shell became highly heated due to friction with the air, and even produced a dark red flame.

The arms that were no different from human hands before were twisted into a long and narrow sickle shape like a mantis during the rapid evolution, and they swung out dazzling sword light in this small space.

This time, Takasugi could clearly feel the improvement in his spiritual pressure.

No one knows his own strength better than him.

If I were still in my 'captain' stage, I would probably be chopped into pieces by this series of blows in just a moment, turning into a pile of pulpy flesh.

However, no matter how he increased his strength and speed, he could not touch the edge of the man's clothes.

The feeling of fear that the person is so close in front of me, seems to be within reach, but I can't touch him at all, surges into my heart like a spring.

However, once a life-and-death battle begins, it will never stop.

This interdependent feeling of fear and urgency overwhelmed him, causing him to roar uncontrollably:

"impossible!!"

"Zheng——"

The moment when eight spider legs and a pair of sickle arms struck out at the same time.

The hilt hits the front point lightly once again.

It hit the common intersection of the ten attacks straight and simple.

With just one strike, he blocked all his attacks.

Through this web-like attack, Fujimiya Makoto looked at him with the same indifference as at the beginning, as easily as playing with a child.

Neither his expression nor his steps have changed since the beginning.

The expression on Takasugi's face this time was completely frozen.

......

"Heh, heh heh... heh heh heh!"

"interesting!"

Hearing the word "ultimate", Yan Yuanjinle seemed to have heard something interesting and suddenly couldn't stop laughing.

At first he just laughed quietly, but later he laughed louder and louder and couldn't hold it in any longer.

Looking at his strange appearance, Aizen frowned unconsciously and looked at him with some confusion.

"how?"

"After learning the truth, have you completely given up? Captain Yan Yuan."

"Oh, sorry, sorry..."

As if he suddenly realized that his laughter was a bit exaggerated, Yan Yuanjinle waved his hands repeatedly and stopped laughing after a long time.

However, when he raised his head again, the haggard and depressed uncle still couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth, and it was obvious that he couldn't completely suppress the smile.

"It's just that I haven't heard anything so interesting in a long time."

Aizen's brows furrowed even more tightly, as if some truth that was as good as faith in his heart was being questioned out of the blue by a fool, which made him feel a little angry.

However, his voice remained steady as he said coldly:

"Could it be that Captain Yan Yuan still believes that Master Fujimiya still has a chance to turn the tables in the face of that infinitely evolving power?"

"For example, his Bankai?"

"how come."

Yan Yuanjinle laughed so hard that his stomach hurt. He waved his hand casually, like a streetwalker chatting, "If Cheng used something like that against you, it would really scare people."

Aizen's expression became increasingly cold, and he was even a little disappointed with this middle-aged man who refused to face reality even when facing death.

Yan Yuanjinle seemed to be completely oblivious to his expression and whispered:

"Being young is good."

"Because you've never witnessed true terror, you're completely fearless of true power, right?"

"Whether it's infinite evolution or no upper limit."

"It doesn't matter at all."

"After all, there was once a guy who claimed to be omniscient, omnipotent, and immortal."

As Yan Yuan Jinle spoke, he slowly raised his head and looked at Aizen. His expression gradually changed from a sneer to indifference and solemnity, but his voice became more gentle and warm:

"Can you really understand?"

"That kind of invincibility, shaking the three realms, even making space tremble..."

"Power like a god."

Aizen listened to the faint narration, and his arrogant expression paused, as if he was a little confused.

He couldn't help but feel a bad premonition.

But, shouldn’t it?

They even... that old guy Yamamoto...

"Om-!!"

Almost at the moment his voice fell.