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

"It is indeed I!"

Iori said frankly, "But this style of cutting someone first and then questioning them... I can only say that they are truly beasts of the lawless zone."

"Ah, it really is you."

Despite his fierce appearance, this savage, who doesn't look particularly impressive, is surprisingly calm and speaks with a rationality.

only……

"Since that's the case, there's no need for further words. I understand at a glance. You called me here for this reason, right? Let's have a good fight!"

—But that's the rationality and logic of a beast.

It's like trespassing into a wild beast's territory and then barking and taunting it; there's no need for communication or explanation—this behavior itself is a declaration of war.

This person didn't even care what Iori's name was or who he was; all he knew was that the handsome young man in front of him had just unleashed a sword strike that had made his blood boil!

"Okay~"

Iori's lips twitched slightly, and her figure suddenly vanished from the spot.

A glint of light flashed in the savage's eyes: "Ha!"

He swung his sword forward with wide, sweeping movements, seemingly just random slashes, but the next moment a clanging sound of metal clashing rang out in the void, and Iori's figure appeared, the Ama-no-Murakumo sword and the broken katana biting and rubbing against each other.

Stab it!

The wind raged, swords clashed, and iron filings, heated by friction, turned into leaping sparks that flashed in the eyes of the two men.

Perhaps driven by primal instinct, the long-haired man instantly realized that the person before him was a formidable foe he had never faced before. His body awoke from its period of lethargy, his heart pounded with excitement, and even his blood felt as hot as flames.

boom!

Spiritual pressure against spiritual pressure, steel against steel, the two clashed without any fancy moves, creating ripples of semi-transparent light. Each collision caused the atmosphere to groan, as if some invisible thing had been slain.

The falling sword pressure tore through the ground, and the two figures, like a demon and a silver wolf chasing each other, left behind a crisscrossing, broken path!

"Well!"

Tenbei Shusuke watched the battle intently from 200 meters away, his fists clenched, his teeth clenched, and veins bulging on his temples. Although he hadn't participated, just seeing each move made his blood boil and he couldn't control himself.

This was not his original intention, but the fierce battle between the two seemed to have a kind of demonic power, making people involuntarily immerse themselves in it, as if their souls had fallen into an endless hell of knives and thorns, and if they were not careful, the bloody scene of being killed would appear in their minds...

"Tempai!"

Dongxian slapped the young man hard on the back, and he snapped out of his daze, his face turning deathly pale.

Looking around, while everyone was clearly uncomfortable due to the collision of the two powerful spiritual pressures, it seemed that someone like him...

"Don't overthink it. This level of battle is not something we can get involved in."

"Hmm..." Tianbei nodded absentmindedly.

Ordinary Seat Officer level Grim Reapers only know that Captain level is strong, but they don't have a concrete concept of it. However, at his level, he has actually been able to get a grasp of the basics and can barely see some things... but this has brought him great trouble.

"Senior Tenbei, why isn't the captain using Kido?"

One of the team members swallowed hard and asked, "And he didn't even use Shikai, he just fought that savage using Shunpo and slashing techniques... Even though that's impressive, he should have won if he had used it, right?"

Everyone in Seireitei knows that Aizen Iori of the Third Division is a genius who excels in all aspects of swordsmanship, martial arts, and demon-slaying, especially his advanced technique of breaking incantations, which even the head of the Kuchiki family admires.

"Don't overthink it. Captain Aizen definitely has his own reasons."

Tianbei squinted and looked at the battlefield again, but this time he kept his composure and did not try to "put himself in someone else's shoes" again.

"Against someone with such overwhelming spiritual pressure, a Kido without incantation might not be effective, and with such a fast-paced battle, finding an opening won't be easy... This might be a tough battle of endurance!"

To Tenbei's surprise, although it was a tough battle, it was far too tough, lasting much longer than he had imagined, from high in the sky to the blood-red sunset...

Iori's haori was already torn and hung on her back like a strip of cloth cloak, but there were no obvious wounds.

On the other side, the savage had large and small wounds bleeding from his body, but he didn't care at all. It seemed that they were all superficial wounds and did not affect any vital organs or joints. Stimulated by this, he became even more courageous in battle.

"This will never end!"

Iori swung her sword, forcing the savage back. She glanced at the setting sun that was touching the horizon and frowned slightly.

"You might have a lot of free time, but I have a ton of things to do. How about we schedule a time another day?"

"Ha! Do you think I'm the kind of person who cares about that kind of thing?"

The savage grinned: "It's been a long time since I've had this much fun fighting! Don't even think about running away! Leaving here is easy, just kill me!"

“This is not easy.”

Iori shook her head, and for some unknown reason, she took back the Ama-no-Murakumo.

The next moment, the sleeves of his Shinigami uniform were torn apart by a powerful wind from the inside out. The high-density spiritual pressure that could be seen with the naked eye was transformed into a lightning-streaked Kido power that wrapped around his shoulders and back. Artistic engravings appeared on his shoulders and back, making him look as majestic as a god descending to earth!

Let's end this pointless fight quickly!

Swords and blades are not such inconvenient things! Instant Double Slash!

Chapter 276: Pigeons are so awful!

"Ok?"

The savage was slightly taken aback. In an instant, a heavy wind pressure, as if it were a physical object, had already crushed his body, blowing his messy long hair straight. The next moment, his tall body was blasted away like a cannonball!

"So fast!"

The longsword was driven deep into the ground. The savage showed no mercy to his weapon, using it as a brake pad. He only managed to stop after leaving a hundred-meter-long sword mark, but as soon as he raised his head, his neck uncontrollably shifted to one side.

The sky and earth appeared upside down in his field of vision, and his forehead collided violently with a hard rock, kicking up countless plumes of dust!

A large hand pressed down on the savage's head, flipped his entire body to the ground, and slammed him into a deep pit like a pile driver!

call out!

The long sword slashed through the air, and Iori dodged it with a swift movement. Taking advantage of the moment, the savage flipped himself up and charged towards Iori, shattering the ground with one foot.

"He's really tough," Iori remarked, looking at his opponent who was bleeding from the head but whose fighting ability was not affected at all.

He didn't hold back in the fight; every strike was incredibly lethal. If it landed on a human, even a captain-level Grim Reaper would be disemboweled. But after hitting the savage so many times, he only left a few superficial wounds.

It's practically steel! No, ordinary steel doesn't have this kind of strength. It's an invisible armor formed by extremely high-density spiritual pressure covering the body's surface. Theoretically, every Shinigami has it, but only something this strong...

"What a pity." Just as he was about to be struck by the long sword, Iori stepped back, the blade slicing past his eyes, then rang out like a thousand birds, and a dazzling bolt of lightning flew out from the hand he had extended!

"You've encountered the wrong opponent."

hold head high! ! !

Amidst a high-pitched, piercing cry, the amorphous lightning bolt pierced the savage's chest like a spear. The powerful force concentrated at a single point easily broke through the spiritual pressure armor and even pierced through his entire body!

"The outcome is decided!" The team members watching the game looked excited.

Tosen Kaname and Amagai Shusuke remained calm and serious.

Despite being severely injured, the enemy's spiritual pressure remained high!

No, it's reached a higher level!

"That's exactly how it should be!"

Wild! Fierce!

That was no longer something of the beast level; what awakened within it was undoubtedly a demon from hell!

An overwhelming spiritual pressure swept across the entire area. Iori raised her hand to shield her face from the strong wind, while the fierce god arrived in an instant. Time seemed to stretch out at that moment, and the atmospheric ripples created by the vacuum could be clearly seen, along with the slash that descended from the sky—

boom!

One, two, three... Wherever the swords swept, the earth cracked, leaving scars that looked like the claws of demons.

With a thunderous roar, Iori appeared fifty meters in the air, his wild and towering figure manifesting almost simultaneously. His rapidly expanding spiritual pressure made him appear like a demonic phantom.

The hideous ghost clung to the savage's body like flowing clouds, and as he swung his long sword down, it let out a mournful cry!

boom!

For the first time since the start of the war, Iori was knocked to the ground, and the savages pursued him relentlessly like a shooting star.

"Draw your sword!"

"..."

Iori calmly raised his head and glanced at it, but did not draw the Ama-no-Murakumo again. Instead, he channeled his spiritual energy into his spine. At the same time, the simulated reactor built around his heart inside his body went into full power, instantly doubling its output.

It felt as if flames were flowing along the engraving, stinging the sensitive nerves, and what was released was the demonic power that had solidified into a physical form!

【Instant Harshness】 was originally just a technique that combined Hakuda (Hand Fighting) and Kido (Demon Arts), but Iori has continuously refined and improved it, and it has long since exceeded the creator's original concept.

"Thor!"

Rising from Iori's body was the half-body of a giant, shimmering with lightning. He drew his demon-slaying sword and swung his reversed kasaya, striking the ground with a sword mark that stretched for a hundred meters, even though it was only grazed by the edge.

boom! ! !

The collision between Thor and the demon stirred up a visible spiritual pressure storm in mid-air, which transformed into streaks of crimson light that spread outwards. The explosive energy surged into the sky and even stirred up the thick clouds, clearing away a patch of clear blue.

Tianbei and the others originally thought they were on the edge of the battlefield, but suddenly realized that even within a kilometer, it was not a safe zone. They had to do their best to resist in order not to be swept away by the intense wind pressure.

Amidst the chaos, blood splattered everywhere, and the savage was sent flying far away. This time, he was unable to fight back again and ended up rolling on the ground in a sorry state.

--call!

The strong wind dispersed the dust, revealing Iori, dressed in tattered shihaka armor. The young man calmly looked at his defeated opponent and nodded slightly.

He's stronger than Captain Shinobu but weaker than Kyoraku Shunsui. Zaraki is probably around that level now!

This born Asura possesses immense power, but if he cannot find a suitable opponent, he will gradually decline in a daze and even forget what he once had.

He's like a gangster who likes to act like a chivalrous knight-errant, refusing to train because he's too talented. The only difference is that the gangster's reason is that it's unfair to others, while Kenjiro wants to lower his own level so that he can find an opponent he can fight to his heart's content.

From the time he first met Kenpachi to the present, the Seireitei has been passed down for ten generations. This long gap means that the current Kenpachi is "very weak".

It might be much stronger than the beginning of the original work, but in Iori's eyes, it's inevitably a bit lacking.

"To be honest, I'm disappointed."

Iori's eyes were clear, and her tone was calm, without any hint of sarcasm.

"The fight with you was quite interesting at first. I haven't encountered such intense close combat in a long time. It almost got me hooked... But that was your limit. It could only give me pleasure, but I couldn't feel the tension and fear of life and death. Therefore, I couldn't rise up by surpassing my own limits."

What a pity...you're too weak.

The savage lying on the ground slowly opened his eyes, and even after being thrown so far away, he didn't let go of the long sword in his hand—

boom! ! !

Spiritual pressure! No further description is needed; the immense spiritual pressure, so overwhelming it was suffocating, poured out like a flood bursting its banks!

"Is he a monster?!"

The Shinigami were shocked. Few among the captains could match this level of spiritual pressure, which could be considered the pinnacle of Seireitei. And for someone so severely injured to still have such exaggerated explosive power... it was beyond their imagination.

"Captain Aizen, something's wrong with this person, you—uh!"

The team member was stunned. Although he couldn't see Iori's expression clearly from a distance, he could inexplicably sense a feeling similar to disappointment.

Something doesn't seem right. Disappointment? Is it because of the opponent's performance?

Unbelievable! But suddenly, the team member felt calm.

"After fighting so intensely for so long, is this all there is to it? It wasn't that simple after all!"

Iori narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the wild man, Zaraki, who had stood up again. This time, he solemnly drew his Ama-no-Murakumo.

"Swastika——

The clear mirror stills the water and the raging waves of Baqi! "

"Am I weak? That doesn't matter. I've never fought to become stronger than anyone else!"

The savage, covered in blood, charged toward Iori with his long sword dragging on the ground, sparks flying from the metal. His ferocious face showed not anger or hatred, but pure joy.

"A battle is a battle, fought to the death!"

"Ha~"

Upon hearing this, Iori's eyes flickered, and he made a move that had never been made since the start of the war: he assumed a posture of facing each other directly, holding swords with both hands, just like in a dojo match.

"Interesting, but my fighting style is different from yours, for example..."

Did you know that wielding a sword with both hands is more powerful than with one hand?