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Instead, there was a shallow sword with a sheath.

As usual, he tapped him on the forehead carelessly.

Mako Hirako was completely stunned, staring blankly ahead.

Then, he saw that familiar figure walking past him.

Wait until you lower your head.

The left half of the body, which should have been shattered, remained intact.

Instead, the red and green ghosts, as huge as mountains, were smashing the ground not far in front of him. They were fighting hard with something and made bursts of shrill roars from time to time.

"So this is the extent of Yachukas?"

"I worried for nothing."

The figure in front of him chuckled, and a familiar voice sounded in Hirako Mako's ears.

Aizen Sosuke turned his head and glanced at the yellow-haired girl behind him, with a smile still on his face.

"How silly."

“What the hell—?!”

Chapter 215: Barely

Although I don't know what happened.

However, almost the moment he saw Aizen, Hirako knew that he had been fooled.

This was not understood through the brain, but like Pavlov's dog, it was an instinctive reaction of Makoto Hirako after seeing the appearance of Aizen.

However, I don't know why.

The moment she confirmed this, Mako Hirako inexplicably felt a sense of relaxation in her heart, as if she wanted to lie down on the spot.

It turns out he is not dead.

...Very good.

However, when Hirako Makoto's stiff brain gradually began to regain the ability to think and realized something bit by bit, he suddenly looked in the direction of Aizen with his eyes wide open.

"You played me so badly, bro."

"You did it on purpose, didn't you?!"

"asshole."

However, Aizen acted as if he had heard nothing, holding the Kagami Suigetsu in his hand, which had been released at some point, and walked towards the red demon.

The other hand gently rubbed his shoulders.

Although he didn't want to admit it, the first powerful blow from the giant idiot in front of him did hit him.

Aizen had indeed already mastered the Shikai method of his Zanpakutō, and he had kept this trump card in his hand for a long time.

However, this Zanpakutō named Kyoka Suigetsu has specific conditions for its Shikai.

——Only those who have witnessed liberation with their own eyes can be completely hypnotized.

The monster in front of him suddenly emerged from a gap in space for no apparent reason, as if it had been lying in ambush here for a long time, leaving him no time to react.

Fortunately, it's not that strong.

Aizen Sosuke, who saw Achukas for the first time in his life, made such a judgment about the monster in front of him.

He gradually stopped in front of the red ghost, his voice as gentle as usual.

"Please stop for a moment."

"My clothes are all soiled by the dust."

Almost at the same time as the words fell.

The movements of the red ghost and the green ghost also stopped in an instant, as if they suddenly discovered something.

when?

Aizen's tone remained flat and straightforward, with no emotion to be heard:

"Even with such impressive spiritual pressure, you can't detect the clues in the illusion?"

"But that's right."

"It's unreasonable to expect wild boars to give up their reckless nature."

"I expected too much of you."

Looking at the little ghost who suddenly appeared beside him and kept speaking arrogant words, the breathing sound under the red ghost mask seemed to suddenly become heavier, making a buzzing sound like a bellows.

But unexpectedly, he did not attack Aizen immediately.

Although born as void, none of those who survive to the Yachukas stage are really as barbaric and stupid as they appear.

Maintaining a certain ability to judge an unknown enemy is an important skill that determines the life and death of every Hollow.

If you don't evolve, you'll degenerate. If your mask is bitten, you'll degenerate. If you don't eat enough, you'll degenerate...

The rules of survival for the Yachukas are extremely harsh.

Being able to survive until today under such survival requirements, and even retaining the potential to evolve into Vastod if they had not been captured by that bastard Sal Apollo, the Red Ghost and the Blue Ghost are naturally not as stupid as they look.

Or we can say that their instinct for perceiving crises has become so strong that it can replace intelligent operation.

And at this moment, when they looked at the little guy in front of them who looked only as long as a finger, they inexplicably felt a deep sense of fear that was gathering like a bottomless abyss.

What on earth is going on with this little devil?

"Aren't you going to attack?"

Aizen raised his head with a calm expression.

The bright silver Zanpakuto in his hand was swung in the air, drawing a dazzling arc.

"Then I'll attack."

The moment he finished speaking, the red ghost's huge open palm suddenly clenched.

Just the movement of clenching his fist caused a loud explosion in the air.

Even the green ghost that was just arguing with it quietly stretched out two green arms from behind its shoulders. The four arms were split up and down, and the muscles were tense.

Suddenly, it rained down towards Aizen.

“Boom, boom, boom—!!!”

Can't see clearly.

I can't even see the punches clearly.

Mako Hirako stood in the distance, looking at the scene in front of him, and suddenly felt shocked as if he was in a dream.

The spiritual pressure that was countless times stronger than his body brought with it a terrifying physique that was also countless times stronger than his.

It is almost equivalent to the arms extended from two bodies, one above and one below, and the range it can cover when striking is more than a circle larger.

Frequency, range, power.

Along with the deafening sound of heavy fists hitting the ground, a torrent of earth rose up like a reverse waterfall, and the flying dust almost completely submerged Pingzi's entire field of vision.

The rapidly spreading airflow was like a gust of wind, sweeping out circles around it.

The storm blew up Pingzi's long hair and clothes, making it difficult for her to open her eyelids.

Aizen is very strong.

Mako Hirako, who had fought him countless times, understood this clearly.

However, Aizen's strength is often not so obvious when fighting with him.

"That guy, should be okay, right?"

But Pingzi couldn't stop thinking about this.

It was as if she had sensed what he was thinking.

"Zheng——"

The torrential rain of punches suddenly paused for a moment.

The clear sound of a knife was heard.

Aizen Sosuke's body seemed extremely small in front of the huge mountain-like Achukas, and he appeared silently behind the red demon.

"Boom."

A huge red arm that looked like a pillar of heaven in Pingzi's eyes fell to the ground, spilling blood like a stream.

Aizen lowered his head and looked at the mirror flower and water moon in his hand.

He casually swung the knife in the air.

"What a tough body."

"You must have put a lot of effort into cultivating that steel skin, right?"

It was not until these words rang in his ears that the Red Ghost belatedly felt the pain of a broken arm. Deep within his torn mask, he could not stop emitting a deafening roar:

"Roar--!!"

"Damn little bug!"

The other arm swept past with a whistling sound, and bones, muscles and skin quickly extended from the gap in the broken arm.

Aizen leaped up, stepped on the top of the sweeping giant arm, easily avoiding the attack, his eyes fixed on the opponent's regenerated wound.

"Super-speed regeneration."

"A strange creature with a spirit particle structure completely different from that of the Death God."

"interesting."

"But, your regenerative ability must have a limit, right?"

He spoke as if he wanted to study something carefully, but his body suddenly jumped up, flew through the air while spinning, and casually cut off the other wrist again.

Then, the young man in the white school uniform stepped on the tree trunk with both feet, and shot out again along the reaction force of the push, aiming specifically at the extremities of the red and blue ghosts with his knife.

Ankles, arms, knees, fat.

The speed of the instant step was so astonishing that it was impossible to see how fast he swung the sword. One could only see the almost continuous linear afterimages left by the white figure as it passed through the air.

Large amounts of blood were splattered and broken limbs flew into the air.

The deafening roar that came out of the red ghost's mouth at the beginning turned into a shrill wail in the constant howling.

At this moment, the huge and strong body became a helpless target, and was covered with bruises in the physical sense under the wanton swing of the blade.

Rather than saying that Aizen was testing the speed of his super-fast regeneration, it was more like he was seeking revenge for someone who had been beaten badly in the illusion.

But no matter who asks him, he won't admit it.

Mako Hirako stared at the scene in front of him in a daze.

Is this Sosuke's true power?

"boom--"

Suddenly, the air surged, creating ripples on the ground out of thin air.

The red ghost, whose body was cut by dense knife marks, struggled to straighten up his already huge body and burst out with astonishing spiritual pressure. Makoto Hirako even felt as if he was punched in the chest and could hardly breathe.

It puffed out its chest, its two huge mouths opened wide at blunt angles, and even its white mask seemed about to be torn apart.

The spiritual pressure that continued to surge out of the body continuously gathered towards the two mouths, forming an inconspicuous black light spot.

The front is facing the direction where Aizen is.

"A bug like you..."

Even with his head held high, the Red Ghost's scarlet eyes were still fixed on the little guy in front of him who had played him around in the blink of an eye.

Even though he was vaguely aware that he was no match for him, the burning pain all over his body and the small size of the guy in front of him made it completely difficult for him to accept the reality that he would be defeated by a little death devil.

Even the words I spoke seemed to hypnotize myself.