Vs. Kenpachi Zaraki (2)

Liu Ziyun and Kenpachi Zaraki exchanged a glance, then moved simultaneously.

Liu Ziyun's figure was like a black lightning bolt, drawing a strange arc in the Muken blue light. The Life-Taker Tulu in his hand turned into a stream of light, with a sharp whistling sound, heading straight for Kenpachi Zaraki's throat. His speed was astonishing, so fast that he didn't even leave an afterimage, so fast that the air didn't even have time to make a sound.

Kenpachi Zaraki's reaction was equally astonishingly fast. His Zanpakuto at the last second, and the two swords collided, sparking dazzling sparks. The enormous impact spread in all directions, blowing sand and dust into the air and causing fine cracks to appear on the distant stone walls.

"Good!" A glint of excitement flashed in Kenpachi Zaraki's eyes, and his grin widened even further. "That's more like it!"

He exerted a sudden burst of strength, deflecting Liu Ziyun's knife, then switched from defense to offense, slashing at Liu Ziyun's shoulder. His swordsmanship was simple and brutal, without fancy moves or complicated techniques, only the purest and most primal power. That strike was as heavy as a mountain, carrying an unstoppable momentum, as if it would cleave everything in its path in two.

Liu Ziyun dodged to the side, the blade grazing his shoulder and leaving a gash in his Shihakusho. Instead of retreating, he lunged forward, his Life-Taker Tulu drawing a strange arc in the air before slicing into Kenpachi Zaraki's ribs.

A deep wound appeared on Kenpachi Zaraki's abdomen, and blood gushed out, appearing as a dark red that was almost black under the eerie blue light. But his expression did not change, not even a frown. Instead, a more intense light flashed in his eyes, as if the pain was not a burden to him, but fuel.

"Again!" His voice was full of excitement and longing.

The two figures moved swiftly through the Muken, their swords flashing and their Reiatsu surging. Each collision shook the air, and each exchange made the cracks in the ground even denser. Liu Ziyun's swordsmanship was sharp and precise, each strike landing precisely on Kenpachi Zaraki's vital points; Kenpachi Zaraki's swordsmanship was ferocious and unpredictable, each strike carrying an unstoppable killing intent.

Liu Ziyun's blade sliced across Kenpachi Zaraki's body again and again, leaving deep wounds on his skin. Shoulders, arms, chest, waist, thighs—every inch of skin was kissed by the blade, every muscle was torn apart. Kenpachi Zaraki's body was soon covered with wounds, and blood soaked through his Shihakusho, appearing as a dark red that was almost black in the dim blue light.

But Kenpachi Zaraki's eyes grew increasingly fervent, his desire to fight burning fiercely within him. With each injury, his momentum rose; with each drop of blood, his strength increased. He was like a raging beast, growing more courageous with each battle, stronger with each wound.

Liu Ziyun watched as Kenpachi Zaraki's aura steadily rose, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes. He knew that Kenpachi Zaraki was unsealing his power—the power that he had kept sealed away and dared not touch was gradually awakening and being released.

He swung his Life-Taker Tulu, leaving a deep wound in Kenpachi Zaraki's chest. Blood gushed out, Kenpachi Zaraki staggered, but he did not fall. He raised his head, his eyes burning with a mad flame, radiating a chilling aura of oppression.

Liu Ziyun gave him no chance to catch his breath. He charged forward again, his Life-Taker Tulu drawing eerie arcs in the air, leaving more wounds on Kenpachi Zaraki's body. Each strike was precise and deadly, forcing Kenpachi Zaraki more power.

After each time Kenpachi Zaraki was severely injured, Liu Ziyun would use his Zanpakuto's ability— Heal —to heal his wounds. A gentle light would emanate from the Life-Taker Tulu blade, covering Kenpachi Zaraki's wounds, reconnecting torn muscles, rejoining broken bones, and stopping the gushing blood.

Kenpachi Zaraki's body constantly cycles between injury and healing, and his power rapidly increases in this continuous cycle. With each injury, his body remembers the pain; with each healing, his body becomes stronger. His Reiatsu is visibly increasing, and his aura is constantly breaking through its limits.

"Very good," Liu Ziyun's voice carried a hint of approval and encouragement, "Keep pushing your limits!"

Kenpachi Zaraki remained silent, but his actions spoke volumes. He charged at Liu Ziyun like a ferocious beast, each swing of his sword carrying the force of an overwhelming tidal wave. His swordsmanship grew increasingly violent and unpredictable, each strike aimed at cleaving Liu Ziyun in two.

Liu Ziyun was not to be outdone. The Life-Taker Tulu was wielded with impenetrable precision. Every parry was accurate and powerful, and every counterattack was sharp and lethal. His swordsmanship was exquisite and elegant. Every move and every stance perfectly neutralized Kenpachi Zaraki's attacks, and then he launched a counterattack from the most unexpected angle.

The two figures moved swiftly through the Muken, sparking dazzling flashes. Yachiru Kusajishi watched nervously from the sidelines, her fists clenched in front of her chest, her large eyes fixed intently on the two in the arena. Her lips trembled slightly, as if she were whispering a prayer, or perhaps cheering them on.

"Go, Little Kenpachi! Little Yun!" Her voice echoed through the Muken, clear and melodious, bringing a glimmer of life to this desolate, sealed land.

Suddenly, Kenpachi Zaraki roared, his voice like thunder, a tsunami, or a landslide. His aura surged violently, and an immense, suffocating Reiatsu erupted from his body, sweeping outwards. His Zanpakuto shone with unprecedented brilliance, dazzling and blinding like the sun, making it impossible to look directly at it.

Liu Ziyun's pupils suddenly contracted. He could sense that Kenpachi Zaraki's strength had undergone a qualitative change at this moment—not an accumulation of quantity, but a qualitative leap. That power was strong and violent, like an existence that had been sealed for too long finally breaking free of its shackles and seeing the light of day again.

Kenpachi Zaraki's swordsmanship became even more ferocious, each strike seemingly containing earth-shattering power. His speed was astonishing, so fast that Liu Ziyun could barely keep up with his movements. His strength was astonishing, so great that each collision made Liu Ziyun's arm go numb.

Liu Ziyun down his spine, but his fighting spirit intensified. He Life-Taker Tulu, impenetrable attack, attempting to withstand Kenpachi Zaraki's storm-like onslaught. Blades flashed, sparks flew, and the two swords clashed in mid-air, creating a breathtaking spectacle.

However, Kenpachi Zaraki's strength had far surpassed his previous level. He found a flaw in Liu Ziyun —a fleeting flaw that only he could see—and slashed down with his sword.

The slash was as fast as lightning and as heavy as a mountain. Liu Ziyun didn't have time to completely dodge; the blade sliced across his arm, leaving a deep wound. Blood gushed out, appearing as a dark red, almost black, in the dim blue light.