Pfft!
Qin Yi's Zanpakutō slashed through Kenpachi Chengdui's chest, causing crimson blood to spur forth. Qin Yi's expression remained cold as he swung his blade again.
At that moment, it was as if his body no longer belonged to him!
Concentrating all his senses on his spirit, suppressing the pain to its absolute limit, Qin Yi had completely lost himself to madness.
Shhh! Shhh! Shhh!
The Cangsheng Sword slashed downward toward Kenpachi Chengdui's head once more, the brilliant blade light causing Kenpachi Chengdui's eyes to narrow with a flicker of terror.
For the first time in his life, he had encountered a man as insane as himself.
Their duel had completely abandoned all pretense of skill or fancy techniques, reducing the confrontation to a brutal, face-to-face exchange of blows.
In the blink of an eye, the razor-sharp blade had once again carved into Kenpachi Chengdui's face, causing him to roar in agony.
This slash, cutting diagonally downward, severed Kenpachi Chengdui's jaw clean off.
"It hurt's! Argh!!!"
Kenpachi Chengdui roared furiously, his eyes blazing like fire as he raised his Zanpakutō and swung it down with savage force.
Pfft!
A bloody gash tore across Qin Yi's abdomen, causing crimson blood to flow freely from the grisly wound.
"Die!"
Sword light flashed in his eyes as Qin Yi's gaze turned icy before he swung his sword again.
Shick!
This strike was swift and decisive, completely severing one of Kenpachi Chengdui's arms and sending the warrior into another sky-shattering roar.
"AAAAH!"
Consumed by unbridled fury, he roared repeatedly, thrusting his Zanpakutō forward with relentless ferocity.
Whoosh!
The Zanpakutō split into nine phantom blades, each radiating a chilling, icy glow. They pierced Qin Yi's entire body, causing him to shudder violently as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
Without a word, Qin Yi swung his sword once more.
This strike came down from Kenpachi Chengdui's right shoulder, tearing through his chest and splitting his body in two.
"Roar!"
Kenpachi Chengdui writhed in agony. The soul-rending pain was unbearable, forcing him to retreat.
Clack, clack, clack, clack!
He stumbled backwards, gasping heavily. His eyes, which had once been filled with contempt, now burned with fear and rage as he glared at Qin Yi.
"You're insane!" he roared.
This suicidal fighting style was mutually destructive. Qin Yi was acting like a madman, abandoning all defense and even sacrificing his own strengths to slash at him with his Zanpakutō.
His sole objective was to kill him!
It was madness! Absolute madness!
"I will tear you limb from limb!" Qin Yi roared, his voice bursting forth like thunder. He charged forward, blood streaming from his body in a crimson river that stained the ground.
In this moment, he seemed to have forgotten all pain; his heart was consumed by vengeance.
Before his eyes, the blood-soaked pool he had witnessed in the Mortal Realm was all he could see.
This was a blood debt! And blood debts must be paid with blood!
"Your life is mine!"
Qin Yi strode forward, blood streaming from his body, yet his Essence, Energy and Soul remained terrifyingly powerful. His movements were unaffected as he swung his sword.
Swoosh!
Once more, Qin Yi unleashed the Cangsheng upon Kenpachi Chengdui.
The latter's pupils contracted as he roared in fury and raised his Zanpakutō to block.
But, much to the astonishment of the watching Shinigami, even Zaraki, whose pupils narrowed in rapt attention, Kenpachi Chengdui was actually hurled backwards by the force of the blow.
Rumble!
The impact pulverized dozens of buildings, and the deafening roar reverberated across the battlefield as dust billowed hundreds of meters into the air.
Qin Yi strode forward, covering a hundred meters with each step, swiftly closing the distance to Kenpachi Chengdui.
"Ahhh! I'll kill you!" Kenpachi Chengdui bellowed, struggling to his feet.
But at that moment, Qin Yi raised Cangsheng high above his head and swung it down with a resounding whoosh.
Splat!
One of Kenpachi's legs split open and detached completely. His pupils constricted as he threw his head back and screamed in agony.
A terrifying, miserable, bloody, and brutal aura radiated outward from the two combatants, leaving countless Shinigami gawking with wide eyes and swallowing hard in silence.
"Die!" Qin Yi spat again, his right hand slashing downwards.
Kenpachi Chengdui lay on the ground, swinging his Zanpakutō with his remaining arm.
Slash!
Two sounds rang out almost simultaneously. Qin Yi's body jerked as his calf was cut open, blood gushing forth. At the same moment, Kenpachi Chengdui's other leg was severed.
"UAAAA!"
Kenpachi Chengdui could no longer endure the pain. He howled incessantly, now with two detached legs and one detached arm. His jaw had been split open, leaving a gruesome, bloody gash across his face; it was a horrifyingly pitiful sight.
"One more to go," Qin Yi murmured, raising his sword.
"No!" Kenpachi roared, his pupils contracting as he saw the raised sword artifact.
But the blade still fell.
His remaining arm was severed, and his Zanpakutō clattered to the ground with a crisp sound.
"Aaaaah!!!" An earth-shattering scream echoed through the air as Kenpachi Chengdui lay on the ground, his limbs severed and his face a picture of misery.
"Just the head left!" Qin Yi murmured, slowly raising his hand. His gaze was cold and detached yet menacing.
Cangsheng reached its apex, its crystalline blade gleaming in the sunlight.
Having abandoned all defense and technique, each swing was an all-out assault. Ignoring his own grievous wounds, he had charged here with a single purpose: to kill the murderer before him.
Revenge! Only revenge could quench the burning rage in his heart; only revenge could preserve the dignity of a man, a king.
Whoosh!
The blade sliced through the air, beginning its descent.
"Kenpachi Chengdui... is going to die!"
Zaraki stared intently at the distant figure wielding the blade, his heart pounding wildly.
This man, whom he had been unable to defeat in eighteen consecutive attempts, was actually going to die!
Zaraki had watched the entire fight clearly. Kenpachi Chengdui hadn't lost because he was weak, but because he had been utterly outmaneuvered. His berserk fighting style would have overwhelmed any ordinary opponent, but Qin Yi was his equal. The latter's swordsmanship and endurance far surpassed his own.
This led to Chengdui's arm and thigh being severed, eliminating any chance of victory. Even more foolishly, he had abandoned his Shinigami techniques, arrogantly choosing to engage in a direct sword clash!
It was nothing but a... suicidal move!
"Stop!"
At that very moment, male voices rang out from behind and above Qin Yi, followed by the rapid approach of a dozen figures radiating immense reiatsu.
Qin Yi's expression flickered briefly; his eyes betrayed his awareness of the newcomers' identities.
Yet, without hesitation, he swung his Zanpakutō again.
Thwack!
The wailing Kenpachi Chengdui's eyes widened abruptly as the blade sliced through his neck, severing his head in a single, swift stroke!
Whoosh!
Qin Yi exhaled slowly, the detached, frenzied aura that had enveloped him gradually dissipating. He sheathed his sword and stood motionless, holding the blade at his side.
He gazed down at Kenpachi Chengdui's severed head lying beside his body on the ground, his expression indifferent.
Strictly speaking, in a direct confrontation, he shouldn't have been able to defeat Chengdui so quickly, and there was even a high probability of failure.
(End Of This Chapter)
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