Bleach: The Captain of the Fifth Division Becomes Stronger Through Training.

Chapter 339: 348: The Incomplete Zankado
Although I found the leader of the other side.

But this does not mean the war will end.

Because in the worldview of the God of Death... the individual's combat power is above all else.

Kenpachi Zaraki had almost no room to struggle and was directly suppressed by Yhwach.

Arima Shizuya and Ishida Uryu, who were following nearby, witnessed it with their own eyes and remembered it clearly.

The strength of 'this guy' is absolutely unquestionable.

In Yhwach's eyes, Kenpachi Zaraki's fierce attack was like a child's play. He used the simplest and quickest steps and means to break the opponent's attack...

Find the right opportunity and stab with the sword.

The muscles on the right forearm were cut, and blood gushed out. The fingers became weak and trembled slightly...

Even the movement of his tightly gripping the weapon was severely deformed at this moment, until he finally loosened his right hand powerlessly and let the weapon fall to the ground.

I don't know whether it's because he finds the facts 'unbelievable' or because his own strength is simply not enough to threaten the other party.

After the two sides fought for only a few rounds, the fierce and violent captain of the 11th Division had his Zanpakutō knocked off by Yhwach, and his tendons in both hands were cut off, and his throat was directly strangled.

The tall and mighty man dropped his hands helplessly.

Maybe unwilling, maybe annoyed.

But no matter what, at this moment Kenpachi Zaraki was like a defenseless child, being picked up and held in the hand of Yhwach.

Looking at the other person's expression and eyes, he had lost his mind and was completely unconscious.

Yhwach narrowed his eyes slightly.

The so-called special combat power was not prepared for him, but a deliberate "reminder" for the members of the Stern Cross Knights.

In other words.

For Youhabach, it doesn't matter who comes.

"I didn't expect that you would end up like this..."

As words like sighs flowed from the corners of his mouth, the ruthless Quincy King began to close and tighten his right hand.

The muscles began to move continuously under the influence of consciousness, and the five fingers received the command and continued to contract and bend inward like steel bars.

The goal is to crush the opponent's flesh and bones, and completely end his life...

At this moment, Yhwach began to exert his strength only to take the opponent's life.

However, the process was not smooth.

Because in front of everyone, not far away from Youhabach.

A figure appeared at this moment, accompanied by the echo of hissing.

call……

The figure came out first, followed by the whistling sound.

Different from the Quincy's flying sickle kick, this is a professional skill unique to the Grim Reaper.

The unique ability certified as 'Instant Step' - just to be able to achieve this level, a person is faster than sound, what kind of strength does one have to possess to be able to achieve such a level?

No one present could imagine it.

Only Youhabach couldn't help but reveal an inexplicable smile after looking at the other's back.

He let go.

Originally held hostage, Kenpachi Zaraki fell helplessly. No one would pay attention to his situation anymore...

On this battlefield, although a defeated person may still be alive, he will not become the target of "anyone" in the short term.

Yhwach faced the thin figure coming from afar and met the other's cold and silent gaze.

At this moment, I took a casual and relaxed step.

"Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni."

"It's been a long time. Oh, I can't even remember how long it's been."

"I didn't expect your annoying face to have aged to this extent."

Beneath the words that sound like sighs, there is more or less a hint of sarcasm.

But more than that, it may be a subtle feeling similar to "looking back suddenly", as if things and people have changed.

After all, for the parties involved.

The image of the other party remained frozen in the past thousand years.

The demon with the sword, with a scar on his forehead, looks like an evil demon and is merciless to both his companions and enemies.

Even though he was drowning in the shadow of death, he would often be awakened by similar 'nightmares' and constantly struggle from them...

Have to admit.

This man once became a shadow in Youhabach's heart.

It's like some kind of python coiled around your heart, making you tremble and feel scared.

However, that is already a thing of the past in a sense.

People need to keep moving forward.

Not only for progress, but also for achieving more goals. In the process, Youhabach has already walked out of the shadow of the past...

Even if I face the haze of the past again at this moment, there will not be the slightest fear or terror in my heart.

even.

Now after seeing the other person's face clearly.

Instead, he felt like he couldn't suppress the urge at the corners of his mouth.

What a ridiculous and ironic fact.

"did not expect……"

Beneath the hoarse voice, it was hard to hide the mocking gaze of Yhwach.

"Have you already aged to this extent without realizing it? Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni."

"Thin and shrunken. Where did the man who was once as strong as a mountain go? Is he dead?"

"Or is it that the people standing before me are just the remains of the past, the scraps that have yet to disappear?"

Maybe it's because I'm in such a good mood.

Yhwach said much more than usual.

Faced with such words, Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni did not respond at this moment.

He just calmly stared at the man in front of him, the ancestor of the Quincy whom he had killed and burned with his own hands a thousand years ago.

No one could know what his true state of mind was.

Perhaps even he himself was a little confused... But no matter what, at this moment, Yamamoto had only one unchanging goal.

Turn sideways and draw your sword.

In the Soul Society shrouded in blood and gore, there was a gust of wind that brought with it a faint smell of rust and a thick smell of gunpowder.

At this moment it blew lightly past the mountain itself, lifting the corners of its clothes and blowing them away.

The chest and abdomen were exposed, wrapped and gathered in bandages.

As Yhuhabach said...

What a skinny person this is?

If all the solemn attire were removed, what would be left now would be a miserable body that looked like skin and bones.

It is hard to imagine that this man who looks so ordinary and common was once the archenemy of the Quincy clan.

Lijie Barrow's professionalism is stirring at this moment.

He took a deep breath.

He took a step forward and was about to walk slowly forward - but Arima Shizuka beside him pulled him back.

"What do you want to do?"

"Of course I am helping Your Majesty. Such a low-class guy is not worthy of Your Majesty's personal efforts."

Are you blind, or is it that Yhwach is taking over your mind and you can no longer see the situation clearly?

Although I wanted to complain like this.

But the overwhelming spiritual pressure that erupted from Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni was enough to explain everything. The power condensed around the old man was like a substance.

Even before releasing his Zanpakutō, he has already unleashed this level of power, which is essentially a way of flexing his muscles.

Raise the knife to chest level.

There was no sadness or joy in Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni's eyes. At this moment, he was just looking calmly at Yhwach in front of him.

"The power of the God of Death has never been known for its appearance. Even though I have fallen to such a state, it is not difficult for me to send you to hell again."

Nothing is impossible.

It's just a repetition of what happened thousands of years ago.

Thoughts swirled in my mind and settled down, and in the instant that they condensed, the face of Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni...

It was also covered by the fire that rose into the sky.

In fact, Yamamoto was not wrong in some respects.

The spiritual pressure of the god of death does not decrease with age, unless it is literally "injury, illness or death". Apart from this, the god of death can maintain its peak state most of the time.

The strength has never declined in the slightest, and the fighting spirit that has been accumulated is also constantly brewing.

The spiritual pressure that was condensed into shape was accompanied by a solemn and majestic low hum...

It broke out completely in an instant.

"Swastika..."

hiss……

The air is rolling back.

The noise that was originally blowing continuously, mixed with shouts and cries of pain, also returned to silence at this moment.

It was as if the propagation of sound was blocked in an instant, cutting off that exaggeration.

The 'explosion' that followed took the form of a raging fire in a trance.

Boom boom boom boom boom! ! !

Layer upon layer of explosive flames wrapped around Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni's figure and completely hid it in it.

The blazing red flames twisted and flickered, and a distorted ghostly face vaguely emerged from it, giving people a powerful and terrifying feeling of oppression.

The black man, who originally wanted to say something, now remained silent.

It seemed that he was no longer able to make his own judgment on whether to advance or retreat. After a moment, he heard Yhwach's whisper in front of him...

"Step back. This man... can only be dealt with by me."

He then slowly retreated back to the queue.

Yhwach looked at the raging fire with emotion on his face.

The memory seemed to drift to the distant past, with the figure of the old man from the mountain slowly emerging and walking away.

The two figures seemed to overlap in an instant.

But they separated quickly...

The sarcastic expression on Youhabach's face did not diminish at all.

"It seems that you are indeed old, Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni..."

"Is this your flame? It's nowhere near the level it was a thousand years ago."

"Compared to the reserved and hidden Bankai of the past, what is this method you have now?"

A truly vicious person will not show his threats on his face.

It's like the principle that when a person shows his fangs, he can only catch a cat, never a tiger.

At this moment, Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni's 'Zanka-dachi' gives people a completely different feeling compared to its appearance a thousand years ago.

This frivolous and flamboyant attitude...

correct.

Yhwach seemed to understand something.

"Is it because of the last battle that you consumed too much energy and haven't fully recovered yet?"

Although it is not something that is well known, anyone who has experienced it once will understand it.

The essence of Yamaguchi's Bankai is to store the constantly burning and accumulating flames in his body and Zanpakutō.

By releasing it in one breath, he draws all the strength in his body.

The energy that has been accumulated for thousands of years and has never been used is a force that cannot be ignored.

However, things always have a 'turnaround'.

In the previous battle of Karakura Town, Arima Shizuka also controlled a part of the power, and almost emptied out the old man's thousand-year savings...

Although this does not affect the overall power, after all, as long as the person involved is willing, the Zanka no Tachi still has the ability to burn the three realms.

But this is the most intuitive "change" after all, and it is no wonder that Yhwach would make sarcastic remarks at this moment.

of course.

Only by being able to achieve this level can one possess the power to move the heaven and earth and burn them all to ashes.

"It's just a change in appearance. It's so insignificant that it won't affect our actions."

Gently waving the Zanpakuto in his hand, the old man's eyes were cold and ruthless, revealing the outline of the sword demon from a thousand years ago.

"It is enough to burn you all to ashes."

The word is settled.

Yamamoto suddenly flashed forward.

As he swung the Canhuo Katana in his hand, the air seemed to be sucked back in.

Yhwach dodged this 'fatal blow' in a rather thrilling manner, but even so, his sleeve still inevitably touched the blade.

Subsequently.

The clothes looked like burnt ashes.

Withering, breaking, and annihilating at a speed visible to the naked eye...

In a pause that was enough to attract attention, it fell drop by drop and disappeared.

Witnessing this situation, the several guards who were watching from the sidelines were so scared that they dared not even breathe.

Everyone was deeply aware of a problem.

——Unless Youhabach fully distributes his power, no one present will be a match for this skinny old man.

"What's wrong? Are you just avoiding me? Was your declaration just a lip service?"

The graceful Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni began his verbal offensive.

The Zanpakutō in his hand seemed like a terrifying object that could bring death to anyone who touched it. As Yhwach kept dodging, his expression became solemn.

"Holy Praise Ceremony Domain!"

A circle of azure light emerged, and the lightsabers gushing out from it were like raindrops, spewing towards Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni.

In response, the old man's eyes were cold, revealing a rather disdainful expression.

"More than a thousand years have passed, and this is all you can do."

He didn't even dodge, he just swung his Zanpakutō, and the wind from the sword was enough to cut off the attacks.

It seemed as if I no longer had the mood to procrastinate any further.

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni stood still and slowly raised the Zanka-dachi in his hand.

Take a deep breath and unleash your firepower completely.

The other party had fought with Kenpachi Zaraki, and he had also experienced it himself.

That’s right, this is Yhwach, and he is definitely not someone who can be replaced or imitated by anyone.

"It's over, Youhabach."

"I have to complete the task that I left unfinished a thousand years ago."

"I will bury you again with my own hands."

(End of this chapter)