The Strongest Soul King

"Ah..."

The monster's entire mouth was ripped open, stretching all the way to the back of its ears, and then sewn shut with black thread.

His mouth was covered in murky saliva, but just one glance made Dōsan frown.

Poisonous.

When his saliva finally dripped onto the ground, the grains of sand, which were essentially Reishi particles, were corroded and emitted smoke.

Even at a distance of nearly a hundred meters, the deadly sensation brought on by that saliva made Dōsan's hair stand on end.

This is a deadly toxin.

Moreover, when Ikkaku mentioned his Spiritual Pressure, Dōsan didn't feel it yet, but when he actually saw it, he still felt a sense of unreality.

He seemed to be a combination of Hollow, Soul Reaper, and Spiritual Pressure that was completely unfamiliar to him.

It was like three strands of dough mixed together; although they were joined together, the dividing lines of Spiritual Pressure were visible, and the combination was not harmonious.

"What exactly is this thing?"

The monster also saw Dōsan Hanyū.

But instead of taking action immediately, he stood there dumbfounded, his cloudy eyes seeming to hold unreadable emotions.

"I'm going to explain the Soul Reaper Management Regulations to you now, but I doubt you'll listen!"

Seeing the slightly agitated monster, Dōsan stretched out his palm, "Seventy-three of the Hadō: Sōren Sōkatsui."

The monster didn't move. It was as if a membrane had opened up in front of him. The Sōren Sōkatsui, and the two blue flames touched the membrane, as if they had been extinguished by water.

This involves analyzing and interpreting attacks at the Reishi level, and then retaliating with the same approach.

This is the principle of Mirror Reversal.

Although the principle behind his self-developed Mirror Reversal wasn't that complicated, he never expected to encounter monsters here and have them use his ultimate move.

Dōsan's Sōren Sōkatsui seemed to enrage a monster; he extended the fingers of his right hand, and a ball of blood-red and black energy gathered in his palm.

That Cero!

Dōsan Hanyū pupils earthquake.

"They've already started fighting!"

Ikkaku against the wall, silently sensing the Spiritual Pressure of the two guys, he thought, "That bastard Dōsan Hanyū, he's clearly so strong."

Just thinking about that despicable guy made Ikkaku furious. What should have been a duel between men had turned into such a despicable act, sending him to prison.

In the distance, like fireworks, half the sky was turned blue, then blood red. The immense Spiritual Pressure pressed down on the ordinary Soul Reaper of the 11th Division, making them look like they were having constipation, their faces pressed against the ground.

"That attack just now was Cero, wasn't it?"

Yumichika was not as optimistic as Ikkaku. The Menos Grande he had ever seen was only Intermediate Menos Grande, like Adjuchas.

However, the power of this Cero attack is clearly greater than that of Intermediate Menos Grande.

Yumichika couldn't help but worry.

Of course, their relationship wasn't that close.

But Dōsan Hanyū is here to clean up their mess. They've already done something incredibly shameful, and if Dōsan Hanyū dies here, it will be a disgrace to them.

Yumichika has no face to return to Seireitei.

The moment his old comrade spoke, Ikkaku knew what he meant.

Ikkaku it tilted its head back, its eyes gazing at the distant sky.

"That guy is a formidable opponent the captain values. I believe he won't lose before he meets the captain!"

As time passed, Ikkaku gradually came to understand the "little trick" that Zaraki had used when he gave him the mission.

Ikkaku silently sensed the intense Spiritual Pressure emanating from afar, a pressure that made his heart pound violently.

'I shouldn't lose!'

"That's a bit of an exaggeration. Is this the kind of opponent that Dōsan Hanyū can handle?"

The intense clash of Spiritual Pressure between the two on the battlefield not far away made Honrō Useki, who was following Dōsan Hanyū, feel his heart pounding.

I originally came here for Dōsan Hanyū, hoping to steal a couple of pictures to make some money, but I didn't expect to see that silver-haired pervert squinting and spying nearby again.

"And what's wrong with this monster?"

It resembles both the Soul Reaper and a Hollow, and even possesses an unstable Spiritual Pressure belonging to Quincy.

On one hand, there's Yu Shengdao Dōsan Hanyū, Honrō feels is not up to par; on the other hand, there's a villainous mastermind. Honrō Useki can hardly help but be conflicted.

Although Honrō Useki is a reporter, he is by no means unscrupulous.

Although the reports he edited were slightly inaccurate, he considered himself a good person.

The main problem is that Dōsan San is gone, so this is the last time I can take down him in the Seireitei Communication.

With this in mind, Honrō Useki, with the help of his Zanpakuto, quietly moved to the vicinity of Dōsan Hanyū.

Dōsan Hanyū used Shunpo to barely escape the range of Honrō Useki Cero.

The instant the monster unleashed its Cero, Dōsan Hanyū immediately sensed that his Mirror Reversal was insufficient to withstand the Spiritual Pressure at that level, and chose to roll away to dodge.

"Ah... Dōsan Hanyū... Dōsan Hanyū!"

The monster's voice sounded like the Roar, as if it were synthesized. Dōsan didn't immediately recognize that it was calling his name.

Familiar.

Although he still couldn't remember it, he had a strange sense of familiarity with this thing and this monster, but he just couldn't recall it.

Swoosh.

The monster vanished.

But why is there no trail from Shunpo?

Dōsan was startled and silently sensed what was happening.

Suddenly, a hand appeared abruptly, its fingers touching Dōsan's brow, Cero gathering at its fingertips.

The monster seemed to be walking in another dimension, suddenly appearing right in front of me.

Although the underlying principle is unknown, this move is definitely not the Soul Reaper's Shunpo.

Dōsan could sense that the monster had just used Hollow Spiritual Pressure, but you can't expect Dōsan Hanyū, who has only attended less than seven classes, to know about advanced abilities like "Sonído".

Not good.

Dōsan reacted quickly enough; once out of attack range, he unleashed a Kidō Dōsan Hanyū, "Bakudō Thirty-Nine: Enkōsen!"

Using the technique of Simulated Incantation, the Bakudō Thirty-Nine instantly formed three circular protective shields, blocking in front of Dōsan.

Dōsan instantly used Shunpo to retreat, and the Enkōsen blocked the aftershock of this Cero.

After landing, Dōsan Hanyū did two somersaults in quick succession, then used Shunpo) to create distance between himself and the monster once again.

"I am... a genius!"

"I am... the strongest Soul King!"

The sound was so piercing that Dōsan couldn't help but cover his eardrums, but the expression on his face was somewhat inexplicable.

It looks so familiar.

Dōsan examined the monster's face again: its mouth stretched to its ears, its nose almost shaved off, and its murky eyes.

But despite these features being squeezed together, Dōsan felt a familiar sensation beneath the grotesque features.

"Inorei Hikaru, is that you?" Dōsan's voice was hesitant and angry.

"I am the Soul King, I am the strongest Soul King!"

The monster's entire body surged with Spiritual Pressure, carrying immense oppressive force. Without using Shunpo or that strange movement, this monster, which resembled Inorei Hikaru, charged towards Dōsan Hanyū like a war chariot.