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"Oh?"
Kenpachi Chengdui narrowed his eyes, a hint of gravity creeping into his gaze. He sensed a terrifying, oppressive aura emanating from the suddenly arrived man. Glancing down, he saw that his Zanpakutō had been blocked by the newcomer's blade, preventing its descent.
"Zaraki, you're a lucky one! Now I have a far more interesting opponent to face!"
With that, Kenpachi Chengdui kicked Zaraki, sending him flying dozens of meters before he finally came to a stop. He then focused all his attention on the man who had appeared without warning.
"And who are you?"
The moment the question left his lips, Kenpachi Chengdui's pupils contracted sharply.
"Interesting! Another one shows up!"
His eyes now burned with intense seriousness, his right hand tightening its grip on Mad Cry. Staring intently at the newcomer, he suddenly grinned.
"You and that other guy must be working together?"
"I wonder... what your true strength is?"
Kenpachi Chengdui's gaze suddenly sharpened, his heart sinking with gravity and vigilance. He sensed an overwhelming presence from the figure before him—deeper, heavier, and more imposing than even Li Yuanli's.
"You'll find out when you're dead!"
The newcomer slowly raised his sword, then moved.
A brilliant flash erupted, and the Shinigami present only caught a glimpse of a thunderous slash ripping through the air like lightning. In the blink of an eye, Kenpachi Chengdui was sent flying backward with a resounding crash.
BOOM! RUMBLE!
Buildings collapsed one after another as Kenpachi Chengdui was instantly buried beneath the rubble.
"One strike was all it took!"
"I couldn't even see the attack clearly!"
"Who is that guy?!"
The Shinigami were stunned, their hands instinctively tightening around the hilts of their Zanpakutō.
"Wait... that guy... he's not a Shinigami!"
Suddenly, a shocked voice rang out, startling the assembled Shinigami once more and causing them to fix their gazes on the young man.
Indeed, the man exuded no Shinigami aura or Reiatsu whatsoever. Instead, his entire being radiated a starlight-like brilliance.
Zaraki, who had just crawled to a sitting position and was breathing heavily, also fixed his gaze on the newcomer, his eyes filled with surprise and suspicion.
"Not a Shinigami!"
He, too, was astonished by the sudden appearance of this man.
"Can a mortal truly possess such power?"
Under the scrutiny of the assembled Shinigami, the man wielding the sword abruptly swung it.
"Cangsheng!"
Hummmm!
In an instant, the air trembled as a surging, twisting Sword Qi erupted forward, blooming like a crimson flower.
Within the Soul Society, where Reiatsu particles permeated every corner, the true power of his techniques was suppressed, the visible destructive force less than one-thousandth of its full potential.
Boom!
Sword Qi surged forward, plunging into the ruins ahead and kicking up an even greater cloud of dust.
Kenpachi Chengdui slowly rose to his feet, his Zanpakutō held in his right hand. He blocked the Sword Qi unleashed by Qin Yi with a grunt.
"Get lost!"
Swish!
The Sword Qi was cleaved in two, veering off to the side and stirring up more dust as it struck the ground.
"Interesting! Interesting! You're on a completely different level than that weakling!"
"I never imagined someone like us would actually seek revenge for another!"
Kenpachi Chengdui, with his keen senses, immediately discerned Qin Yi's purpose.
The undisguised killing intent in Qin Yi's eyes sent a chill down his spine. Yet beneath this apprehension, his adrenaline surged, fueling an even greater thrill and excitement.
After all, he was a battle-hungry King, whose very name and title proclaimed him a "War Maniac"!
"Die!"
Driven to madness, he ranted incessantly, but Qin Yi coldly spat out a single word and took a step forward.
"So fast!"
Kenpachi Chengdui's pupils constricted. In the blink of an eye, a longsword was already slashing down toward his head.
Cangsheng!
One sword becomes ten thousand swords; ten thousand swords merge into one. Qin Yi had fused the essence of the Material Realm's sword arts into a single strike. A casual slash, chop, thrust, or stab contained the power of myriad techniques, its destructive force reaching its zenith.
This sword could cleave the sky, shatter the earth, and give life to Cangsheng.
Boom!
Kenpachi Chengdui didn't even have time to react before the sword's devastating blow sent him flying.
Dust-covered and disheveled, he sprang up from the rubble, his expression shifting as realization dawned.
"This guy is far stronger than that kid earlier! How does the feeling of impending death suit you?"
Suddenly, a deep voice echoed from above. Kenpachi Chengdui snapped his head up.
In an instant, his pupils contracted.
Sword light erupted in a blinding flash.
Pfft!
A brilliant spray of blood blossomed in the air. Kenpachi Chengdui froze, then slowly lowered his head.
He saw a deep, bloody gash slicing diagonally across his neck, extending down his left chest, ending directly over his heart.
He'd been cut!
He'd actually been cut! Unbelievable. Since arriving in this world, he had abandoned his mortal body without hesitation, transforming into a Shinigami. He had then devoted himself to mastering Kidō, awakened his Zanpakutō, and sacrificed everything for this power. In return, he had gained immense power, crushing all who opposed him, defeating Kenpachi Zaraki, and becoming the Captain of the Eleventh Division.
As a proud King, he had never tasted defeat, let alone injury!
Yet at this moment, he had been slashed!
He didn't even react in the slightest.
Hiss!
The surrounding Shinigami gasped in disbelief at the sight.
Zaraki, leaning against the corner of a building, watched the strike, his pupils contracting.
This man!
Who exactly is he?
No mortal could possibly possess such power. What baffled him even more was that this man wielded a sword! The sheer mastery of his swordsmanship was beyond even Zaraki's comprehension.
"You... you wounded me?" Kenpachi Chengdui muttered, lifting his head to stare fixedly at Qin Yi, who stood across from him, his expression cold and utterly impassive.
"Killing an Undead with a single strike is a feat you should be proud of," Qin Yi said indifferently.
"Proud?" Kenpachi Chengdui paused, then a wild, maniacal grin spread across his face.
"You seem to have misunderstood something. You're only facing my Shikai right now!" Just because you landed this feeble strike, do you think you've already won?"
"You're far too naive!"
A torrent of words roared from Kenpachi Chengdui's mouth, his expression growing increasingly manic. His boundless, savage Reiatsu erupted in a violent, unrestrained torrent.
Buzz!
Distorted lines of light and spiritual energy rippled through the air, creating an oppressive, suffocating pressure that chilled the soul.
"This ominous feeling!"
"It's the Captain's Bankai!!"
The Shinigami looked up in horror, recoiling in terror.
At the same moment, a beam of light suddenly shot forth.
"Bankai!"
"Grieve, be sealed, go mad, roar, contend, plunge into the abyss of death and eternity, the cage of fear and trembling."
"Unleash your radiance! In the name of the King, I summon you forth!"
"Hiramikurufū!"
Kenpachi Chengdui roared, his voice filled with madness and savagery.
Qin Yi's pupils constricted as he retreated swiftly.
In the instant he retreated, a blade materialized in Kenpachi Chengdui's hand—a gleaming, straight blade over two meters long. Shadows of asuras, vengeful spirits, and savage beasts writhed along its edge, accompanied by their ceaseless howls.
This blade was named Hiramikurufū… Mad Frenzy!
(End Of This Chapter)