Bring It Out, Bankai

What continues to ravage and destroy Tenzō Tenjō's body is not the seal that Yamamoto and the Five Great Noble Clans planted at that time.

It's time.

Time is the most incurable poison.

Tenzō his teeth, his body gradually swelling as if being filled with water, his eyes bulging outwards, and every now and then a certain spot would bulge violently, but then quickly deflate.

His body felt like a hamster scurrying through a carpet, expanding in circles, faster and faster.

Immediately afterwards, Tenzō's body began to thicken and harden rapidly, and the outer layer of his body seemed to be coated with black iron paint.

This form.

Even at the height of his power, Tenzō dared not unleash his power.

This move belongs to the category of "Hakuda" attacks, and it can be said to have completely exceeded the limits of life. Even the Tenjō Tensō at its peak would be walking on the edge of a knife in this state.

He never used this skill in combat after developing it.

Even when he was ambushed by his own student, Yamamoto, he didn't have time to use this skill.

Because this move is the only one that can kill Tenzō Tenjō.

At least, before meeting Dōsan Hanyū, it was the only ability that could kill him.

His body is immortal.

Yamamoto and the Five Great Noble Clans of that time could not completely destroy it; otherwise, Yamamoto would not have used the agreement to bind him to the Muken.

So when Dōsan Hanyū his arm, Tenjō Tensō felt a tremor in his heart, and a feeling he had never experienced before surged into his mind.

He was already tied up by Dōsan Hanyū, although he was not afraid of Isshin or Soi Fon.

But using conventional tactics, he would only continue to be dragged into the mire by this brat.

The once Tenzō Tenjō, sweeping across the Three Realms with boundless pride, is now reduced to such a humiliating state by a junior.

It's all so heartbreaking.

Enveloped in Spiritual Pressure, Tenzō was encased in a layer of "iron skin," and his entire body swelled into an oval shape. His black, metallic skin was cracked, and between the cracks, something fiery red, like molten lava, seemed to flow.

That was his blood.

"You should be proud to have seen me in this form." Tenzō's eyelids looked as if they were covered with thick eyeshadow.

The killing intent vanished, and a glint of intelligence flashed in Dōsan's dark eyes. He was slowly gaining control of this new form.

But Dōsan Hanyū's attitude seemed more like ignoring him to Tenzō Tenjō.

Young people these days are really arrogant!

"Dragon Emperor!" Tenzō's voice was hoarse, as if it were coming directly from his lungs.

The sound faded away.

In Dōsan's view, Tenzō, who had been swollen into a ball, suddenly disappeared from Hanyū's sight.

Dōsan's grip on the sword tightened again. Even with his killing intent under his control, Dōsan Hanyū had lost track of Tenzō.

It's not just the perception of killing intent; this space is formed by the Kidō Dōsan Hanyū, and in order to maintain the continued existence of this alternate dimension, Dōsan has been continuously injecting Spiritual Pressure.

His perception will also be greatly enhanced as a result.

But still, nothing happened.

When he came to his senses, a black hand, as black as burning charcoal, slapped towards Dōsan's face. Dōsan's knife was sent flying before he could even raise it.

Dōsan's reaction was remarkably quick, especially given his murderous intent.

Dōsan Hanyū's speed may already be comparable to Soi Fon's, but it is still within his physiological limits.

The speed of the Tenzō Tenjō, the explosive power displayed by burning life, has surpassed the limits of Soul Reaper and the limits of speed.

Dōsan's face was pressed down, and then he was pushed straight out.

That's fast; it should be called Shunpo.

However, there are some differences in terms of technique.

The enhancement of Tenzō's body led to the explosive power of his limbs, and his body, which exceeded its limits, brought him speed that exceeded its limits as well.

Dōsan Hanyū, who was pushed away, quickly found his footing, drew his sword, held it upside No Cause, and then slashed at Tenzō.

Thump!

The Zanpakuto Tenzō's body, producing a metallic sound.

Tenzō grinned menacingly, neither retreating nor dodging, and punched Dōsan Hanyū in the chest.

Trading injury for injury.

But for someone with a body as strong as iron, it was undoubtedly a huge win.

Moreover, Dōsan's strike didn't cause any damage to Tenzō at all.

Undeterred by his advantage, Tenzō unleashed a barrage of attacks upon Dōsan.

The damage that Dōsan Hanyū inflicted on him was probably less than the damage he himself suffered due to this state.

"No birth, no nightmare; no beginning, no calamity— No Cause." Dōsan Hanyū was knocked away again, his body hanging in mid-air, roaring in a hoarse voice.

Here we go again.

Tenzō Tenjō, who had already separated from Dōsan Hanyū, tasted a sweetness on his tongue, staggered, and almost spat out blood from the corner of his mouth.

On the surface, it seems that he misjudged his body's limits because he had just endured that attack, causing his body to exceed its critical point.

However, in comparison, just now when Dōsan Hanyū released his Zanpakuto, he himself lost an arm immediately afterward, and the two incidents were remarkably similar.

It seemed that being injured was both unexpected and yet perfectly reasonable.

He began to understand why Sōsuke Aizen had specifically mentioned the boy in front of him.

Although we don't know what this strange guy is plotting, the fact that he was able to rescue people from Muken ancient the Jail is undeniable proof of Sōsuke Aizen's strength.

Does something like this really need to be done through someone else?

And.

Tenzō's eyes, like those of someone wearing flamboyant, edgy eyeshadow, exuded a solemnity.

At first, Tenzō thought he was imagining things.

However, ever since Dōsan Hanyū entered this state, the feeling that Tenzō sensed in Dōsan Hanyū has become increasingly intense.

Dōsan Hanyū's condition wasn't as good as expected.

Even with his murderous aura, Tenzō's barrage of punches nearly knocked him off his feet.

Dōsan Hanyū has also reached the limits of his body.

"Aren't you going to use it?" Tenzō Tenjō's remaining left arm swelled up again, becoming as thick as his neck.

"You guys call this feeling Bankai, right?"

Dōsan Hanyū's body stiffened, and a chill emanated from his dark eyes.

Tenzō's punch was like a cannonball. Dōsan reacted quickly, drawing his sword to strike, but he was still a step too late.

A reaction within a certain limit cannot keep up with a speed beyond that limit.

Tenzō's punch landed on Dōsan's chest, but even in his severely injured state, Dōsan's sword still managed to touch Tensō's left hand.

"Ah!"

The Tenjō Tensō, and the crimson blood on his body, which flowed like molten lava, intensified. His body felt as if it were being roasted on an iron plate.

My body is on the verge of collapse.

"Dōsan Hanyū!" Tenzō roared and charged forward again.

Whoever backs down will die.

The pressure between life and death allowed Dōsan to completely control this state.

Seeing Tenzō's punch, Dōsan didn't dodge, but instead used the same trick and swung his Zanpakuto.

Tenzō's punch was still faster, but this time, when it hit Dōsan Hanyū, his punch was hindered.

Mirror Reversal.

Dōsan's eyes were bloodshot with rage as he analyzed this kind of unconventional Hakuda attack, which, even if it lasted only a moment, still tested the limits of human endurance.

The Mirror Reversal only held for a moment, but that was enough. Tenzō Tenjō, whose body was already teetering on the brink of collapse, spat out a mouthful of blood.

But in the face of life and death, the Tenjō Tensō also revealed its own ferocity.

Whoever retreats will perish.

The Mirror Reversal's instantaneous success allowed Dōsan Hanyū.

A mysterious feeling welled up in Dōsan's heart, and then, the blade clashed with the iron fist.

This alternate dimension finally couldn't withstand the impact, and the entire space was shattered by the aftershocks of the collision.

Two streams of Spiritual Pressure began to spread throughout the World of the Living.

However, Kyōraku and his group had already made preparations to ensure that the aftershocks of the two's Spiritual Pressure would not affect humans.

The captains in the World of the Living world, whether they are in the open or hiding behind the scenes, are all paying close attention to the outcome of the battle deep within the Spiritual Pressure.

Out of respect for Dōsan Hanyū, they did not directly surround and kill Tenzō Tenjō.

"Who's winning."

The immense Spiritual Pressure was like a nuclear bomb; even the captains felt discomfort in their eyes when looking directly at it.

Only the two from the 11th Division looked completely unconcerned.

From the depths of the Spiritual Pressure explosion, what fell was Tenzō Tenjō, his body naked.

He had a huge scar on his chest, cut down from the side.