You are very strong, but my painting style is better than yours!

The outcome of Iori's battle with the Scar-Eyed Quincy, even if it was a one-on-one fight, would determine the final outcome of the battle.

Clang!

In the fierce collision of steel and steel, half of the broken blade flew high into the sky, and the strange-looking long sword fell down and cut through the white military uniform, leaving a series of bright blood beads.

Scar-Eyes ignored the pain and threw the broken sword in his hand as if it were a dagger, instantly breaking the sound barrier and heading straight for Iori's forehead at almost zero distance.

However, as if he had foreseen this scene, Iori tilted his neck before the broken sword fell from his hand, and the wind pressure, as if it were real, just brushed past his ear.

"Well!"

Scareye was startled, but he did not hesitate at all. After dropping his weapon, he immediately stepped forward and fired a ray of light from his palm, forming a thin light blade about one meter long. As soon as it appeared, it almost touched Iori's chest. With just a slight push, it could pierce his heart!

Snapped!

The young man fearlessly grabbed the shining blade with his bare hands, and at the same time, he slashed the man's arm with his sword from diagonally below.

Wow!

laugh!

The Quincy dispersed the light blade and retreated decisively, but the long sword still left a long wound on his body.

"Ok?"

Iori looked at his own hand—not the one that was scratched by the shining blade, but the right hand that held the sword.

Although the light blade is sharp, it has the timely release of low-level binding techniques and the inherent spiritual pressure defense barrier, so at most it will just scratch the skin and it will recover in a breath.

But the sword that just chopped down...

"Oh, is this the so-called [Still Blood Suit]?" Iori looked at the blue stripes that appeared on Scar-Eye's body with sudden enlightenment, "Just now, he completed the transition from movement to stillness in such a short time... Can every Quincy do this?"

"..."

Scar-Eyes did not answer, but his face suddenly darkened: Although this guy is young, he is very familiar with the abilities of the Quincy!

This Shinigami should not have participated in the bloody battle eight hundred years ago, and has never shown up in this war... He was so clear about the Quincy in his first fight. The top leaders of Soul Society must have specifically instilled information about the Quincy into them!

It seems that they were not conscripted in a hurry, but came well prepared!

Iori carefully examined his opponent, his eyes narrowed slightly:

With normal body strength, that sword strike should have easily cut off half of the left chest connected to the left arm... but in reality, it only cut the flesh and did not hurt the vital parts.

The key protective equipment for Yi among all these is the [Silent Blood Suit], which is those beautiful but strange blue stripes!

The so-called [Dynamic/Static Blood Suit] is the innate ability of a pure-blooded Quincy. By directly injecting spirit particles into the blood vessels, it greatly enhances physical abilities. It is divided into "Dynamic" which focuses on mobility and destructive power, and "Static" which focuses on endurance and defense.

The two blood equipment cannot be used at the same time, and one has to be activated depending on the situation - the above is the information Iori knows.

But he didn't know whether the two could switch states quickly, whether they had a duration, whether they would put a strain on the body... these details.

Reiatsu defense is not uncommon in "Bleach". The Arrancars have tough skin called "Steel Skin", the Bleach's body surface has a certain density of protective layer, and [Still Blood Suit] is the Quincy's exclusive skill in this regard.

But in terms of "feel", this thing is much stronger than the body protection of the Grim Reaper!

The Kusanagi sword itself is an extremely sharp dragon-slaying weapon with divine special effects. Coupled with Iori's arm strength, let alone a mortal body, even a huge rock of granite or marble would be cut in half.

But when it was used on Scar-Eyed Quincy, it only scratched the skin~

"I heard that this is a natural skill that every pure-blooded Quincy possesses. It's really enviable.

But I am curious, is it possible for the God of Death to learn this skill through hard work?"

"……what are you saying?"

Scarface was stunned. Even on the cruel battlefield, this question still made him feel absurd.

“Is that even a question?

The Blood Armor is the power left to our descendants by our ancestor, the great man who created everything. Even the mixed-blood descendants cannot use it because they are no longer "pure", let alone the unrelated Death God!"

"That's a shame... Isn't the principle quite simple? Injecting spirit particles into blood vessels shouldn't be that difficult."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Scar-Eye leaped back, raised his left hand, and a star shone, releasing a materialized aura that formed into a star-shaped four-arm crossbow. He placed his right hand on it and swept it across like plucking a harp.

Hundreds of spirit light arrows shot towards Iori!

"Duan Kong!"

hum!

The rain of light hit the invisible barrier. Amid the sound of explosions, the dazzling light was blocked on the other side and could not go beyond the limit.

Iori narrowed his eyes slightly, drew his sword and slashed to the side -

Clang!

The galloping figure penetrated the sound barrier and reached Iori before the sound of the wind was heard, but was blocked three feet away by the Ame no Murakumo sword.

Scar Eyes held a small rectangular hilt in his hand and used his spirit particle gathering ability to materialize a sharp one-handed sword. He collided head-on with Ame Murakami. The confrontation of force caused waves of turbulent spiritual pressure, and a fierce wind spread around them.

"Speed ​​and strength have increased significantly... Have you switched to the [Blood Movement Suit] now?"

Iori held the sword with one hand, feeling the impact coming through the weapon. Even with his wrist strength, it was quite strenuous. If it were an ordinary Shinigami, he would probably be crushed directly.

But he looked interested and asked, "But it doesn't seem to be as good as at the beginning. Is the injury still having an impact?"

"!"

Scar-Eye said nothing, but turned his wrist to push Ama-Kume aside, and then lifted up the thin blade of light.

Iori saw it clearly, and turned the sword around, pressing the light blade downwards.

At this moment, the light blade suddenly dissipated into countless pieces. Iori felt his hands were empty, and before he could change his moves, he felt a sharp murderous intent coming at him.

Scar-Eye raised his hand, and the hilt of the sword passed over Ame--

The light blade appears!

The second materialized blade silently cut through the air and stabbed Iori's throat!

At this moment, there is neither room to dodge nor time to react!

Got it!

Scar's pupil suddenly shrank.

next moment--

boom! ! !

It was like a balloon that was filled up and suddenly exploded, but the power was a thousand times stronger than that. The sudden explosion of spiritual pressure was like a heavy hammer of steel hitting Scar-Eye's chest, and at the same time, there came a mass that crushed his entire body -

Bang!

The Quincy was blown far away, and Iori also flew backwards dozens of meters. Scar-Eyes used the spirit particle pedal condensed in the air to offset the momentum.

Scarface, feeling a surge of blood, suddenly looked up: "Who was that just now?!"

What caught his eyes was the sword of Ame Kusanagi, which was surrounded by a misty aura and faintly flashed with lightning.

"Zanpakutō... So this is the Shikai? You actually held back!"

"Shikai... ah, yes, let's call it that."

Iori held up the Dragon Slaying Sword that had just released magical power, looked at his subordinates who were fighting around him, and looked a little bored.

"How should I put it... If it weren't for a place like this, I would have let you see something even more amazing."

"I don't understand what you are saying, but I deeply understand the gap in strength between you and me."

Scar-Eye threw away the hilt of the sword and smiled carefreely: "No matter how good you are, you can't win!

But now that things have come to this, it is impossible to stop.

In that case... I'm sorry, unknown god of death."

"That's a nice look." Iori instantly understood Scar-Eye's thoughts, "It's the brilliance that only people who have awakened can show."

"The lifespan of the Grim Reaper is too long, and it's impossible to tell their age from their appearance. If you are really as young as you look, I'm sorry.

Such a gifted warrior is about to be killed by me... but this is war!"

Snapped!

The star emblem on his wrist was torn off, and Scar Eyes took off his white gloves - with this action as a sign, it was as if a black hole that specialized in absorbing spirit particles suddenly appeared in the space, and the free spirit particles in the entire atmosphere were stirred up!

It was almost visible to the naked eye. Countless spirit particles were attracted from the air, the land, the rocks, the trees... and all kinds of objects, condensing into firefly-sized particles, flying towards the Scar-eyed Quincy like moths to a flame.

Unlike Soul Society and Hueco Mundo, the real world is mainly composed of "instruments", that is, physical matter. Although reishi are widely present in various life forms and objects, the concentration is far lower than that in the other two worlds.

But at this moment, the concentration of spirit particles in the surroundings even surpassed that of Hueco Mundo!

Even the ghosts chanted by the God of Death and the arrows condensed by the Quincy were unable to maintain their existence at this moment and collapsed, and were all sucked over.

In just a few seconds, he had gathered a huge force that surpassed the captain's. The spiritual pressure was so dense that it was almost materialized and formed a single wing of light behind him that continued to rise like a flame!

"This is..." Iori tried to condense the ghost art in his hand, but found that even with his own control it would be affected. Even if he could barely use the ghost art, its power would be greatly reduced.

He looked at the scene in amazement, but his emotions were running high.

Scar Eye had now become a pure container for spirit particles. The spiritual light from the wings almost submerged it, and a faint blue light was emitted from all seven orifices - it was hard to imagine that a body of flesh and blood could hold so many spirit particles.

And this density... has already exceeded the level of a captain-level Death God!

[Quincy's final form]!

This is after a hellish special training, using props to disperse their own spirit particles, and using great resistance to prevent the Quincy from absorbing external spirit particles.

If one can persist in this state of "extreme hunger" and recover spiritual pressure, it means that the ability of "spiritual particle gathering" has been maximized.

At this time, the Quincy has become a spring stretched to the limit, pushing the "inward force" to the limit in order to maintain its own existence!

After that, when a Quincy who has completed training takes off the prop (Spirit-Dispersing Gloves) during battle, the body that has been suppressed to the extreme will release a gravitational force like a black hole, and the surrounding spirit particles will be forcibly absorbed, which is the maximization of "spirit particle clustering" - that is, the "subordinate" of the spirit particles!

This state is beyond the endurance of humans. After using up the current strength, all power as a Quincy will be lost... Although there is a way to recover, it is obviously not something that can be used on the battlefield.

In other words, if a Quincy enters this state in actual combat, it means that it is ready to die together with the enemy!

“What an honor!”

Iori did not make any sarcastic remarks. Facing the Scar-Eyed Quincy who had risked everything on his life, he smiled with appreciation from the bottom of his heart.

On the battlefield, both the Shinigami and the Quincies were in a state of panic. Even the usually arrogant Kurotsuchi Mayuri was at a loss, as if this strange spirit particle phenomenon was beyond his knowledge.

Only Iori remained calm from beginning to end, put away his smile, and said lightly -

"Swastika! Mirror Shisui·Baqi Furious Wave!"

boom!

Spiritual pressure was poured into the divine sword, and the thick mist condensed into a turbulent current that raged around!

Originally, this should have been a move that used the power of water to increase momentum, but the nearly unlimited magical support allowed the water to flow continuously and the scale continued to expand.

One, two, three... The rushing water was like a dragon, overturning the rivers and seas, raising ten-meter-high waves that swept everything away!

The Shinigami and Quincy who were in the midst of a fierce battle were swept away by the torrent and fled in all directions.

They are very self-aware, and there is a consensus in Soul Society:

Within the range of Bankai, even a strong man at the vice-captain level is as weak as a baby.

They had no time to think about when their boss had learned Bankai, but just the collision of the momentum of this [Final Form] and [Yakitsu] made them run so fast that they wished they had two more legs!

Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar!

Dragons took off into the sky, and at the same time, a huge water curtain enveloped an area of ​​100 meters, isolating the two captain-level strongmen from others.

"Bankai? You are indeed the top warrior of the Gotei 13."

Feeling the tremendous pressure from the surrounding water curtain, Scar Eyes was also impressed by the strength of Iori's spiritual pressure, but the belief in his heart did not waver.

He may sacrifice today, but his opponent will also die here!

"If your Bankai is only this level, you can't block this arrow!"

Buzz! ! !

When Scar Eye stretched out his arms, he stretched out his left hand and grasped the spiritual bow as tall as a person, as if he had turned himself into a part of the bow.

At the same time, the materialized wings of light compressed the huge size of the spirit particles to the extreme, like streams of light concentrated on the bow arm. As the right hand slowly pulled back, the string as thin as a hair tore through the atmosphere, and a huge light arrow like a spear gradually took shape!

"Bankai? Well, it's true that I can't stop it with just this. I never expected that from the beginning."