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Fujimiya Makoto sighed: "The monster you fused into your body will obey my orders."

【Character: Taimanin Sar Apollo】

【Death once】

【Two】→【One】

A huge amount of spiritual pressure surged into the body again.

However, after seeing the appearance of Sal Apollo, Fujimiya Makoto knew very well that the mental blow he wanted to inflict on the opponent was no longer effective.

For a guy with such a strong spirit, the only way to deal with him is to fight him head-on.

Fujimiya Makoto thought so in his heart.

So, wait until Sal Apollo reshapes his body again and completes the moment of resurrection.

Fujimiya Makoto suddenly stepped forward and slashed with a knife.

Beheaded.

Chapter 110 Perfect Creature

[End of script]

[Happy World: Escape Battle·Taimaninja Research Institute Battle Royale]

Winner: Host

Almost at the moment when this voice sounded, the world in the eyes of Fujimiya Makoto and Sal Apollo fell into silence at the same time.

The next moment, the shattered world shattered into pieces, engulfing the two figures.

In an instant, the spiritual pressure absorbed by the world of pleasure was transferred to Fujimiya Makoto's body.

However, compared to how weak he was when he first absorbed the huge amount of spiritual pressure, Fujimiya Makoto is now far stronger.

Even if it contained the full spiritual pressure of a Hollow like Sal Apollo, who was considered a top-tier Hollow among Vastod, it could still withstand it for a few seconds with its absolute will.

Wall of Sighs

However, it seemed as if an endless amount of spiritual pressure was still pouring out of his body.

Forming a column of red flames like an updraft.

An endless stream.

In contrast, Sal Apollo, whose spiritual pressure had been taken away, knelt on the spot, facing the sky.

The pale desert reflected the cold moonlight.

Shining on Sal Apollo's body, his skin appeared a dark gray like clay, but vaguely one could see a trace of delicate cracks, like those on the surface of ice-cracked porcelain.

"Click..."

A faint sound suddenly came from inside Sal Apollo's body.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom—"

The sound of heavy heartbeats continued, muffled and powerful, coming from his body that seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

Invisible vitality sprouts.

What the hell?

Fujimiya Makoto looked in the direction of Sal Apollo with a look of astonishment.

Is this the rumored on-the-spot breakthrough?

Are you the protagonist?

Am I the villain?

“Swish…”

A smile slowly broke out on Sal Apollo's face, and in this difficult smile, fragments of skin kept falling off like broken wall, making a rustling sound.

"Thank you so much..."

"grim Reaper."

"If it weren't for your Zanpakutō, I don't know how long it would have taken me to realize that I was on the wrong path."

"Until the moment of Ai○ again..."

"I finally got it."

He slowly recounted his experience, but more and more skin fell off his body.

Although he could not sense any remaining spiritual pressure from his body, looking at his faint smile, Fujimiya Makoto couldn't help but feel an extremely strong sense of crisis in his heart.

There were no words, and no intention of delaying any further.

Almost instantly, all the spiritual pressure absorbed from Sal Apollo quickly gathered on the blade in his hand.

Forming a spiritual pressure that is almost materialized.

Sar Apollo, however, seemed unaware of his movements and continued to speak slowly, "I have always believed that the so-called perfect void is one that is complete only after the void is filled."

"But I was wrong."

"A truly perfect creature must be the interweaving and blending of two different beings!"

"Just like... when I was Ai○!"

"This is what I wanted—perfection!"

How did you even get a research report and post-production review?!

Is this normal?

Complex thoughts flashed through my mind.

But he didn't even say a word!

As the saying goes, the villain dies because of his talkativeness!

“Swaddle—”

The dust under Fujimiya Makoto's feet flew up and rushed straight towards Sal Apollo like a meteor.

The blade in his hand gleamed brightly.

【Type 1·Modified·Meteor Strike】

The blazing, shining blade drew a brilliant arc, and at the moment of the extremely compressed spiritual pressure bursting out, it turned into a bolt of light that pierced through the pale desert.

However, Sal Apollo simply opened his hand in his direction.

Fujimiya Makoto couldn't help but shrink his pupils.

Even though it was only a very brief moment, so short that it seemed like an illusion, but...

He didn't feel Sal Apollo's spiritual pressure!

"boom--"

The blade slashed out and was split into two halves along the direction that Sal Apollo blocked.

The crimson spiritual pressure was continuously released.

The two pale deserts separated by Sal Apollo were cut into a huge sharp-angled abyss.

Only Sal Apollo remained standing.

like a statue.

The arm he had used to block in front of him had been completely destroyed by the previous knife blow, and his body was flying and dissipating like floating ashes.

Even though the arm has disappeared.

However, it still cannot conceal the fact that he still blocked the attack in this form.

Fujimiya Makoto looked at him, but did not continue to attack.

"I see."

"Did the real body escape the moment it woke up?"

"but..."

He looked at Sal Apollo, frowning slightly, "Just then, your spiritual pressure disappeared, didn't it?"

"As expected of you."

Most of Sar Apollo's body had collapsed like ash fragments, and a small part of his face had disappeared. He laughed crazily and said, "You actually found it in an instant?"

"That's right, I have crossed the line of 'Hypothesis'."

"However, because of you being such a jerk...it will probably take a long time for me to recover."

"Please don't die."

"By the way...what's your name?"

Fujimiya Makoto looked at him, calmly sheathed his sword and said:

"Chojiro Suzuki."

"If you can survive, come to me, Mr. Sal Apollo."

"Hehe...Quebu?" When Sal Apollo said this, his body had already dissipated completely, leaving only half of his head staring at him, as if to imprint his face in the deepest part of his soul.

"The next time we meet, it will be your death."

"Quebu."

The moment the words fell, the last trace of ash dissipated.

finally.

On the pale desert surface, only two scars left like the creation of the world were left.

Fujimiya Makoto sneered and said disdainfully: "You looking for Quebu, what does it have to do with me, Fujimiya Makoto?"

"Bye bye!"

Although he did not give in, Fujimiya Makoto had made up his mind.

After this expedition to Hueco Mundo is over, he will definitely never come to this damn place again, even if he dies.

"hiss--"

Just the slightest movement and his body began to swell and ache uncontrollably.

At the moment when the battle between the two of them came to an end.

[Bond Event: The Birth of a Perfect Creature]

[Your bond level with Sar Apollo/Ilfert Granz has increased↑]

[Reward: Spirit Level +1, Talent Point +1]

[Obtain bond trait: Perfect Creature]

[Spiritual Power: Fourth Grade, Upper → Third Grade, Lower]

[Bond Trait: Perfect Creature: Your soul is able to perfectly fuse the traits and powers of both Hollows and Quincies. All your developmental processes are constantly moving towards the 'most perfect' result - including but not limited to abilities, appearance, body proportions, organ functions, etc.]

[Note: You, in the most vulgar form (referring to forced ○ matching), successfully stimulated a researcher to embark on the correct scientific research path - you are worthy of it, Fujimiya!]

Almost at the moment the panel lit up, a continuous vitality suddenly emerged from inside Fujimiya Makoto's body, which was originally in pain as if it were being torn apart.

The enormous amount of power quickly repaired his collapsing body and was still improving rapidly.

The spirit particles in Fujimiya Makoto's body, which he originally thought had been compressed to the 'extreme', suddenly began to 'collapse' in an unpredictable direction, forming 'points' that were completely unable to blend with the spirit particles from the outside world.

At the same time, the Zanpakuto on his waist finally formed a kind of "cycle" with him that was difficult to describe in words.

It seemed that only at this moment did Xiao Podao finally become one with him.

At this point, Fujimiya Makoto finally understood why the young woman who was standing at the last stage of Xiao Podao said that he was unable to obtain all of her power.

It turns out that the little broken sword has maintained a high-level spirit particle state of at least 'third level or above' from beginning to end, which is different from any other Zanpakuto.