The Strangest Sword vs. the Strongest Fist

The Spiritual Pressure passed by in the blink of an eye, like the wind.

Before Tenzō Tenjō could react, Dōsan Hanyū's Spiritual Pressure passed through his body, and the ground beneath Tenzō's feet had already turned into a starry sky.

Immediately afterwards, the space they entered resembled a cardboard box that had been lifted out.

Tenzō could sense that he was now in another dimension.

Oh?

Tenzō reached out and pinched it, a hint of surprise appearing in his eyes. "Your Kidō is not bad."

Eighty-nine Bakudō.

It's like creating an alternate dimension, which is mostly used to temporarily imprison enemies. This time, Dōsan uses it to create an alternate dimension that doesn't affect the World of the Living.

How could the mere Eighty-Nine Kidō, which forsake chanting, possibly imprison me?

Tenzō did not resist or struggle. Although he was known as the greatest villain in Soul Society and hoped to unify the three worlds, he did not fight back.

But they generally have little interest in ordinary people and the weak.

Dōsan wouldn't stand on ceremony with Tenzō. Without a word, he tiptoed, drew his No Cause, stepped into this alternate dimension, and slashed at Tenzō.

Tenzō neither argued nor dodged; instead, he easily raised his arm.

No Cause expected, the blade landed squarely on Tenzō's arm. The anticipated separation of the arm did not occur; the blade clashed with Tenzō's bare arm, even sparking.

At the edge of the blade, drops of Dōsan's blood had fallen onto Tenzō's arm.

Tenzō shook his head slightly, a disdainful smile on his face. "Zanpakuto? Truly a shortcut for the weak."

The two separated.

"In our time, there were no Zanpakuto. The strong honed themselves, questioned their inner selves, and sought the power of their hearts. Only that kind of strength truly belonged to them, and that kind of strength was the real strength!"

"Bang!" Tenzō Tenjō was like a cannonball, his body shattering his own form and instantly disappearing from Dōsan's sight.

Driven by his fighting instincts, Dōsan raised his sword No Cause, blocking a circle of Tenzō Tenjō.

A faint trace of blood splattered onto Tenzō's face from the palm of his hand.

As their fists clashed, their Spiritual Pressure surged dramatically. Dōsan was no match for him and was knocked back by Tenzō's punch. A drop of Dōsan's blood splattered onto Tenzō's clothes.

Blood can excite the strong.

Tenzō Tenjō licked his chapped lips. "How come this little brat has so much blood? Even just the blood seeping from his palms and the base of his thumb, it's already this much?"

Dōsan leaned on his sword, his gaze solemn. This guy was terrifyingly strong.

This Hakuda.

Spiritual Pressure, power, and technique—all are of the highest caliber.

As if seeing through Dōsan Hanyū's thoughts, Tenzō first chuckled, "Hakuda, that's the name I gave him."

"What?" Dōsan exclaimed in surprise.

Tenzō didn't offer much explanation. Having been imprisoned by Dōsan Hanyū for too long, there was a possibility that the outside was already full of ambushes. He didn't intend to break the barrier directly; he just wanted to end the battle quickly.

"You have to use at least one of Bankai Shikai?"

With such strength, he didn't even have the interest to warm up.

Seeing that Dōsan Hanyū was standing there dumbfounded, holding his sword to defend himself, Tenzō sighed.

Facing oneself, attacking is useless, but defending is tantamount to waiting for death.

Tenzō was a man of his word; he had promised Yamamoto that he would never voluntarily step out of the Muken. Therefore, despite his own weak seal, Tenzō remained bound to the Muken for nearly a thousand years.

After being rescued by Aizen, he naturally granted Aizen a wish.

Aizen's wish was simple. "To kill Dōsan Hanyū."

Of course, back then, when he fought Kenpachi Zaraki to a draw, it was Aizen who saved him. Although Aizen never mentioned it, Tenzō Tenjō never owed anyone a favor, and he naturally had to repay this debt.

Now, Aizen has only one request: to kill Dōsan Hanyū.

Too easy.

In a way, it was Dōsan Hanyū's fate that was being exchanged for his own freedom, or rather, his own life.

Dōsan Hanyū with his palm. Tenzō Tenjō, who had initially felt relieved after repaying the debt, now had a ferocious expression on his face again.

Do you deserve it?

"White Dragon!"

Tenzō Tenjō's Spiritual Pressure erupted, his hair stood on end, and his right fist clenched, causing white scales to flutter from his palm to his arm.

Immediately following, Tenzō threw a punch, and a white divine dragon accompanied the punch, attacking Dōsan Hanyū.

The surrounding Bakudō- enhanced alternate dimension was like a small pavilion in a storm, swaying constantly, yet remaining steadfast.

Tenzō even had the leisure to notice this scene and cheered for Dōsan Hanyū's Kidō, marking the first time Tenzō had acknowledged Dōsan Hanyū.

Despite Hadō 89, he was able to withstand the remaining power of the White Dragon; he deserves praise!

As Tenzō's attack drew near, Dōsan unleashed another No Cause.

Snort.

What a foolish decision.

That's it!

The White Dragon collided with No Cause's blade, but the expected outcome did not occur.

A brief stalemate ensued between the two sides. Under the impact, the scales on Tenzō's arm were torn off and stood on end. In a short while, Tenzō's arm was a bloody mess.

Blood splattered onto Tenzō's face, not just his, but also drops of blood gushing from his mouth.

Tensō ignored all of that, and was instead somewhat surprised, "Is this an analysis and replication at the Reishi particle level?"

In his heyday, there was no such thing as Zanpakuto. Dōsan Hanyū's technique was unmatched in his time, but in the era of Tenzō, when people only knew how to develop themselves, there were still a few amazing geniuses who learned such a technique.

"Mirror Reversal!"

Previously, Dōsan was better at analyzing Kidō using Mirror Reversal. However, after becoming more proficient, he found it easier to analyze close-range Hakuda Strike attacks because they lacked variety.

"Excellent, what a brilliant Mirror Reversal!"

Tenzō didn't cling to the old name of this move. He laughed heartily, thinking that only with this kind of strength could he kill someone worthy of himself and worthy of Aizen's kindness.

Seeing that Dōsan Hanyū was still holding that broken sword, Tenzō was somewhat displeased. For this weakling in front of him, the sword would only affect his sensitivity to Reishi.

Having an extra sword wouldn't necessarily increase Dōsan Hanyū's strength; in fact, it might even weaken him.

"Put down your knife; that cumbersome thing is holding you back!"

He's really an honest person.

Dōsan found it amusing, but he also felt a No Cause heartbeat in his hand, as if caused by anger.

"While the Mirror Reversal can help me block your attacks, to truly defeat you, I still need my Zanpakuto!"

No Cause also calmed down at this moment, seemingly pleased by Dōsan's words.

"What?"

Tenzō held his ear close to Dōsan Hanyū, afraid he might have misheard.

Then he stretched out his hand, which had been bloodied and mangled, and bent and stretched it a couple of times. Upon closer inspection, there were no injuries left.

"So, you still think you can fight me?"

The last brat so arrogant and oblivious to the difference in strength was Kenpachi Zaraki.

But that kid was really tough; the idea that his Zanpakuto was just a tool made Tenzō admire him.

Moreover, his strength was enough to earn Tenzō's praise.

Zaraki was enough to make him remember it vividly.

But who is Dōsan Hanyū?

Does he deserve it?

If it weren't for Sōsuke Aizen, he wouldn't have even turned his head to look at that brat.

Tenzō Tenjō's face was contorted in a ferocious expression. As Spiritual Pressure swirled around him like azure clouds, faint blue scales appeared on Tenzō's face.

Immediately afterwards, the azure cloud coiled around Tenzō's right hand, and Tenzō's right hand once again unfurled its azure scales.

"Azure Dragon."

Faced with the overwhelming attack, Dōsan remained calm. He assumed a fighting stance, lowered his center of gravity, and sheathed his sword, preparing to draw it for a slash.

"Without birth, there is no nightmare; without beginning, there is no calamity."

Dōsan's pupils were stained black, and in the deepest part of the black, there were specks of scarlet.