Tenzō's Strongest Strike

Tenzō Tenjō another punch. Despite the constant warnings from his beastly instincts, Tenzō Tenjō's personality still drove him forward relentlessly.

He's done this kind of thing countless times; every scar on his body is related to his ignoring of instinct and his enjoyment of fighting.

Perhaps, Tenzō Tenjō's strength is related to his beast-like intuition, as well as his courage to overcome fear and fight without hesitation.

Dōsan Hanyū remained calm, or rather, he lost the ability to panic.

He was now in a mysterious state, his mind filled with a black mass, a mass named Slaughter.

The movements of his own body seemed to be controlled by this killing instinct.

Since becoming Soul Reaper, Dōsan Hanyū has experienced this feeling of killing intent many times.

This time, however, Dōsan Hanyū was not as lost as before; he could sense what he was doing.

The overwhelming Spiritual Pressure from the Tenzō Tenjō could no longer affect him.

It's as if Dōsan Hanyū is performing a silent play all by himself on a stage.

The audience was everywhere, both Tenzō Tenjō.

The fist is about to be thrown.

Dōsan Hanyū No Cause pulled out his weapon, and his boundless killing intent found an outlet. Instantly, this killing intent sent chills down Tenzō's spine.

How many people were killed?

Tenzō seemed to see the mountains of corpses and seas of blood behind Dōsan Hanyū.

But he showed no intention of retreating. At this distance, retreating would be dangerous, a fact that the God of Hakuda, with his millennia of experience, understood very well.

Sword draw and slash.

The blade was coated with a layer of Spiritual Pressure and killing intent, and with a single strike, it severed the right side of the Spiritual Pressure armor worn by Azure Dragon Armor, who was clad in the Tenzō Dragon Armor.

Tenzō's entire right hand was severed by Dōsan.

"Ah!"

Tenzō's eyes were bloodshot; he had clearly had an absolute advantage just moments before.

Beating a drowning dog has always been Dōsan's forte. Taking advantage of your weakness, Dōsan raised his black knife and chopped down at Tenzō's head.

Tenzō was also a seasoned veteran. Despite having just lost an arm, he remained calm and composed, stretching his left hand behind him as black Spiritual Pressure enveloped his entire body.

"Black Dragon Armor - Night Form!"

Tenzō dared not use his left hand to catch it. Having already lost his right arm, his left arm had become his strongest and most habitual means of attack. If anything happened to his left arm, Tenzō, who relied on Hakuda attacks, would truly have no chance to resist.

Even with his serious injuries, Tensō chose to dodge. His entire body was covered in a layer of black armor, which was different from the previous Azure Dragon Armor. Tenzō's dragon armor was as shiny as a knight's plate armor.

But it didn't work.

Tenzō Tenjō's experience saved him. Although Tenzō was still desperately retreating, Dōsan's knife had already struck Tensō's black armor.

The blood-red and black blade pierced through the armor instantly, slicing open Tenzō's Black Dragon Armor and leaving a bloody gash on his Tenzō.

The Spiritual Pressure remained unchanged, and the damage to the black armor was restored to its original smooth state.

He narrowly escaped death.

Tensō: Head bowed, eyes glaring like an ox, breathing slightly heavily.

It wasn't exhaustion, but a reaction to fear.

Even when facing Kenpachi Zaraki, Tenzō Tenjō didn't feel this way.

Although Kenpachi Zaraki fought him to a draw, that was right after Kenpachi was released from the Muken prison. Even if it took him a year or two, let alone a month or two, he would have a hard time recovering to his full strength.

Although the two were evenly matched, and Tenzō acknowledged Kenpachi Zaraki's strength, the feeling was different.

Dōsan Hanyū's strength and strangeness frightened Tenzō.

Black-Eyed Dōsan's movements seemed slow, but even if they were slow, it would be impossible for him to hit Tenzō Tenjō.

Therefore, it seems inconsistent and doesn't resemble Soul Reaper under normal attack conditions.

But his knife is really strange.

Tenzō touched the wound on his chest, now covered by black armor. The chilling aura emanating from the wound still lingered.

Even at his peak, he wouldn't dare to underestimate this guy.

I won't lose, will I?

Tenzō recalled his draw with Kenpachi Zaraki.

An invincible belief swayed wildly within him.

Shake your head, casting aside this cowardly emotion.

Tenzō Tenjō extends his only remaining left hand, and a white flame ignites in his palm, which is covered by black armor.

Flames ignited from the black-armored palm toward his arm, and moments later, Tenzō's left arm was covered in white light.

The intense light faded, and Tenzō's left arm had transformed into a longsword emitting a faint white light.

"White Dragon - Light Form - Emperor Sword!"

Tenzō ascended into the sky, wielding his white sword, Tenzō launched a counterattack despite having just been severely injured.

'He moves so slowly.'

At this moment, Dōsan Hanyū controlled his body like a pilot driving a machine. Although his movements were stiff, Tenzō also seemed to slow down.

The white sword touched the black blade, and Spiritual Pressure and killing intent raged.

The sword energy spread out, forming a vertical wave that extended into the alternate dimension, bounded by the blade.

The entire space seemed to have been created anew, but after shaking a few times, the two sides separated.

The 89th Bakudō is definitely not up to this level!

Even the Ninety-Five Bakudō could not possibly remain unscathed from such an attack.

There is only one answer: the person in front of us Dōsan Hanyū, has provided protection for this alternate dimension in a special way.

How could Dōsan Hanyū still have so much energy left after such a fierce battle between the two?

A sense of humiliation welled up in Tenzō's heart.

The white sword slashed down again, Dōsan Hanyū blocked it with his black sword. The two clashed fiercely with their Spiritual Pressure. If such an attack were to occur outside, it might sink a small island.

The two were engaged in a fierce attack, and their swords might collide more than five hundred times per minute.

Tenzō's frenzied attacks also slowed down. His attacks were Hakuda beyond his physical limits, and each strike was a burden on his body.

Although the Tenzō Beast, no, the god-like body, was not much to suffer from such recoil damage, it was still too much for it to withstand the rapid accumulation of damage.

Having lost his right arm due to carelessness, and having already exhausted too much Spiritual Pressure, Tenzō was truly powerless to break the deadlock, even if he was trying to think of a way out.

Everything can be blamed on carelessness.

Although the other dimension was well protected, such an intense battle, with hundreds of exchanges per minute, inevitably resulted in the release of Spiritual Pressure.

We can't wait any longer.

If things continue like this, defeat is inevitable.

Looking at Dōsan Hanyū, Tenzō composed himself, a hint of bitterness appearing on his lips. How spirited he had once been!

Now, even the Soul Society's undisputed strongest Soul Reaper of the millennium has to resort to underhanded tactics to defeat him.

This was before he knew Dōsan Hanyū's age. Although the Soul Reaper doesn't care much about age, if Tenzō knew that the kid in front of him was only seven years old, Tenzō would probably want to kill himself.

Having made up his mind, this was the first time Tenzō had used this move since emerging from the Muken.

I don't know what state I'll be in after this attack.

As for the World of the Living, it's likely that Isshin Shiba and the severely injured Soi Fon have already surrounded this place.

He didn't take Tenzō seriously at all.

Kyōraku and Ukitake set up a barrier to protect the World of the Living, but the Spiritual Pressure emanating from the Kidō Dōsan 389 caused Kyōraku to frown fiercely, while Zaraki became excited.

Kyōraku gave a wry smile and gestured with his hand, "Three months ago, he was just a kid this tall, and his strength was barely at the level of Seated Officer. Now, not only is Dōsan this tall, but his strength has also become terrifying."

"Cough, cough, cough." Ukitake continued coughing up blood, but he kept smiling as he did so; he quite liked children.

--A side note--

I'm thinking of creating a group; anyone interested can join.