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"Your talent, I'm afraid, is rarely matched in the millions of years of Soul Society's history."
"I believe that if you have the chance to grow, you will definitely surpass me in the future, and even stand shoulder to shoulder with Captain-Commander."
"But unfortunately… you revealed your sharpness too early, and today you are destined to die here!"
The moment his voice fell, silver-white threads wrapped around the white-haired man's body, emitting a faint metallic luster.
His entire body was covered in metallic threads, only his eyes were exposed, and six extra arms grew from his back. Adding the two hands holding the long spear, he looked like an eight-armed Asura.
Aozaki Reiji admitted that the other party's transformation was very cool, but he still couldn't help but retort, "How dare you compare yourself to Old Man Yamamoto…"
Although he usually said that the Old Man liked to show off, the Old Man truly had the strength.
This white-haired man wanted to freeload off the Old Man's reputation, and Aozaki Reiji, as his disciple, was the first to disagree.
The white-haired man stomped his foot and charged fiercely towards Aozaki Reiji.
Aozaki Reiji swung his blade with one hand, slashing diagonally downwards.
A dazzling blue Sword Pressure once again shot out from the blade, rushing towards the white-haired man.
Chii!!
The white-haired man's left half of his body suddenly sprouted a large number of metallic threads, like a large hand propping itself on the ground, and his body immediately rotated to dodge the Sword Pressure.
Boom!!
A crack more than ten meters long immediately appeared in the road ahead, and the earth, enduring the pain of being torn apart, let out a mournful wail.
Smoke and dust billowed, and the white-haired man, stooping low, moved like a swift hound, weaving through the thick smoke.
Clang!!
At this moment, the sound of the long spear cutting through the air suddenly exploded.
The sharp long spear pierced through the billowing smoke, and as it swept across, the thick smoke receded like a tide.
The cold and hideous battle armor emitted a dazzling silver glow. The white-haired man's eyes were sharp, and he gripped the long spear with one hand, thrusting it rapidly towards Aozaki Reiji!!
Puchi!!
The gleaming silver spear pierced sharply, cutting a large gash on Aozaki Reiji's chest, and a large amount of blood sprayed out.
"Good thing I dodged quickly… What a chance!"
The blood on his chest stained his Death robes red, but Aozaki Reiji only gritted his teeth, seized the opportunity, and swung the long blade in his hand.
At this moment, the two of them were in a very strange posture.
The long spear had passed through his body, but Aozaki Reiji was still standing in place.
The white-haired man lunged forward, his six arms behind him in a hugging posture, as if to embrace him.
The dazzling light of Sword Pressure dispelled the surrounding shadows.
In an instant, the night was like day.
Shinra Bansho slashed diagonally downwards, the Sword Pressure gathered within the blade, but it remained unreleased.
Puchi!!
The long blade plunged into the long-haired man's right shoulder, creating sparks as it scraped against the silver armor.
Boom!!
A huge explosion of smoke and dust rose up, centered around the white-haired man.
"Die."
Seeing the white-haired man fly backward, Aozaki Reiji moved forward, only to feel a sharp aura approaching from the smoke.
From within the thick smoke, several sharp tentacles made of threads suddenly thrust out.
Aozaki Reiji glanced at his pierced shoulder, his expression unchanged.
He leaped high into the air, swinging his long blade with one hand to block, severing the approaching tentacles.
At this moment, the white-haired man's figure reappeared.
With a wave of his hand, the smoke surrounding him instantly dissipated.
He turned his head and glanced at his shoulder, a hint of anger showing in his eyes.
There, a shallow bloodstain was faintly visible, and the silver armor was even stained with a touch of fresh red.
"Sharp swordsmanship, powerful combat ability, it's almost like a second Yamamoto."
"And that strange Zanpakuto that can break through my defense, I can only say he truly lives up to being the future Captain-Commander successor…"
It's a good thing it was himself who came to assassinate, and not a Vice-Captain-class Shinigami… the white-haired man murmured to himself, controlling the threads to prevent Aozaki Reiji from approaching.
At the same time, he plunged the long spear in his hand into the ground and reached back to press on his shoulder.
In a short while, he finished stitching up the wound on his shoulder.
"However, the difference in our Spirit Pressure cannot be erased by swordsmanship and Spirit Body alone."
"Don't underestimate a Captain-class, kid!!"
He looked at Aozaki Reiji, who was constantly pressing closer, and suddenly let out a roar, containing a hint of Get angry out of shame .
A dignified Captain-class expert being forced into such a pathetic state by a Vice-Captain-class Shinigami, no one would believe it if it were told.
Clang!!
Aozaki Reiji had already closed in, and his long blade, glowing with blue light, suddenly slashed onto the white-haired man's palm.
The long blade cut open the silver gauntlet, but it was firmly stuck there, entangled and restrained by the silver threads frantically gushing out from the latter's body.
The silver armor on the white-haired man's body seemed to have gained life, as silver threads frantically wrapped around Shinra Bansho.
The biting wind blew the smoke and dust wildly in all directions.
Seeing this, the white-haired man's mouth, hidden beneath his mask, curved into a smile.
For most Shinigami, having their Zanpakuto controlled was definitely the worst situation.
Shinigami combat involves attacking and defending through Spirit Pressure in conjunction with their swords.
Once the Zanpakuto is lost, combat power will severely decline.
And having lost this Zanpakuto that could break through his defense, this kid was completely without threat.
The white-haired man grinned, as if victory was in his grasp, and assumed a stance, raising his right hand.
The true form of the thread Zanpakuto covered his entire hand, silver threads frantically wrapped around it, and the six arms behind him grew even thicker.
The iron fist was raring to go.
Looking at the white-haired man, whose chest armor revealed many gaps as threads continuously gathered towards his arms.
Aozaki Reiji seemed to have been prepared, taking a step forward.
His Spirit Pressure was contained within his left hand, which then clenched into a fist and was then swung out fiercely.
Ikkotsu!!
One fist heavily struck the white-haired man's chest.
Bang!
A ripple of white Reiatsu exploded on his back.
The white-haired man's face instantly turned pale, the silver armor covering his front began to shatter, revealing a caved-in chest.
His left hand, which was gripping Shinra Bansho, loosened, but precisely because he had been restraining the long blade until then, it prevented him from flying backward immediately.
The white-haired man's eyes widened, but he was unwilling to do nothing.
His body lost strength, but his Zanpakuto had not yet released its Shikai, and the six metallic arms, carrying strong winds, rushed towards him.
A bloodthirsty smile appeared on Aozaki Reiji's face. He also loosened his grip, letting go of Shinra Bansho, while simultaneously swinging both fists and clashing dozens of times with the metallic iron fists.
His fists were bloody and mangled, but Aozaki Reiji still didn't give up, until he shattered the metallic arms one by one, and the white-haired man retreated half a step.
He took another step forward, assuming a stance facing the white-haired man, whose defense was now empty.
He wanted to end the battle quickly, not giving the opponent any chance to breathe.
His Spirit Pressure was contained within his clenched fists, and he swung them out fiercely.
Sokotsu!!
"This is…"
In the instant of the white-haired man's astonishment, two fists heavily smashed into his abdomen.
With a loud "Boom"!!
A ripple of white Reiatsu exploded again.
This time, without any hesitation, the white-haired man's body, like a kite with a broken string, flew backward and slammed heavily into the wall.
Rubble and dust billowed.
Aozaki Reiji casually caught the still-falling Shinra Bansho, and after sheathing his blade, he disappeared from the spot with Shunpo.
Drip, drop…
Accompanied by the sound of dripping blood, the white-haired man's figure reappeared in view.
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