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

Iori smiled coolly: "So, let me show you the real [Mirror Shisui]!"

Let’s gather together!

In the blink of an eye, the turbulent water curtain turned into a smooth mirror, clearly reflecting the appearance of the Quincy with its wings spread out, and reflected repeatedly between the opposing water curtains, as if infinite time and space were hidden behind the mirror.

"This is?!"

Scar-Eye looked around in horror, then realized something and clenched his teeth.

There are still reservations!

If the water curtain is not the real Bankai, then how terrifying is this man in front of him?

For the future of the Quincy clan, this kind of death god must not be allowed to stay!

"No! You don't stand a chance! I'm going to end this!"

All the power of the wing is injected!

Like a hero shooting down an arrow from the god!

powerful!

Incomparably powerful!

It seems that there is no need for too many words to describe it, nor does it need special attributes to embellish it. The spiritual pressure output that exceeds the limits of the human body alone is enough to threaten a captain-level strongman.

Destructive power, there is nothing extra, just pushing this item to the extreme can penetrate everything!

Avoid... Impossible!

When the arrow leaves the bowstring, at that terrifying speed, spatial distance should have no meaning, not to mention that the Quincies are a race that excels at shooting.

This is undoubtedly a sure-kill move that can end Iori—

really?

"Che!"

KA!!!!

The infinite mirror images in the water curtain suddenly shattered into countless pieces, and all the reflections disappeared together. Just before the winged Quincy was about to deliver a fatal blow, an invisible sword mark suddenly swept across the flesh and blood body filled with spirit particles!

bang——

A large amount of spirit particles gushed out from the broken edge of the "container". The fragile balance that had been stretched to the extreme was completely broken. The forcibly restrained spirit particles were now like countless thugs, ready to tear Scar Eye apart completely!

"Ahhhh!"

Scar-Eye stared at Iori, his body being pulled in all directions by countless forces, experiencing a cruel punishment that seemed like a combination of lingchi and chariot dismemberment combined, but the flame of hope still burned in his eyes.

"Die...disappear, God of Death!!!"

——Buzz!!!!

The huge arrow of light stirred the atmosphere and forcibly absorbed the spirit particles in the entire space the moment it was released. Unlike ordinary attacks, it did not weaken due to distance, but became stronger during the flight!

Iori's vision was already occupied by the azure light of rumors, and the atmosphere seemed to freeze, making his body feel extremely heavy.

The young man opened his mouth slightly, as if he was also shocked by this scene——

Then reveal a happy arc.

"Hachi! Qi! Nu! Tao!"

Thunder and torrent, these two divine powers release the power to split mountains and open seas under the endless supply of energy!

This is the most destructive move that Iori currently possesses. With his full strength, he actually set off a frenzy that rivaled Mitsuya.

boom! ! ! ! !

The exploding spiritual pressure wave instantly shattered the surrounding layers of water curtains, and the remaining power rushed straight into the sky, transforming into a dazzling beam of light that easily tore through the clouds like a divine sword!

"I see……"

Iori held the Kusanagi sword tightly, but still couldn't stop the spiritual light like raindrops from penetrating his body.

He could clearly sense that the spirit particles that made up himself were shattered and then constantly reorganized, just like flowing water, changing unpredictably but eventually returning to a constant form.

"...Mingjing Shisui Nagi... So this is how it feels!"

——Buzz!!!

The dazzling light drowned out everything. The Grim Reaper who was looking from afar could only squint to see the pillar of light rushing up to the sky. Shocked by the terrifying fluctuations of spiritual pressure, no one dared to say a word, and couldn't even express their feelings.

It was unknown how long it lasted. When the destructive wave gradually subsided, the original forest had been torn in half. Every big tree was worn away, leaving only a thick layer of dust that was either ash or scorched earth. After being soaked by the water, it turned into a muddy swamp...

Snapped!

The Quincy fell in the mud, his pure white uniform was stained with mud, his body was riddled with holes and he couldn't even raise his head. He could only listen to the footsteps slowly approaching.

……Failed.

If you fail, there is no need to say more... The loser is not even qualified to find excuses.

Even the [Quincy Final Form], which is a one-time trump card, is useless, so what else is there to say?

This young Shinigami will surely become the gravedigger of the Quincies, right? It's really disturbing... but that has nothing to do with him.

As a warrior, he fought for justice until the last moment, just like the many Quincies and Shinigami who were already buried on the battlefield... without any guilt or regret!

"so close!"

As the shadow fell, he tried his best to open his eyes, and saw Iori's handsome and delicate face with a hint of solemnity.

"Great, you almost succeeded."

"...Liar... Ha, is this also a kind of gentleness?"

Scar looked at his body that was completely unscathed except for the Death Tyrant Suit, and a self-deprecating arc appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes gradually lost their spirit...