Bang!
While flying through the air, Kenpachi Zaraki somehow relied on his terrifying physical quality to forcefully flip himself over, digging his hands and feet into the ground to steady himself. From afar, he looked no different from a wild beast.
However, there was now a very obvious chip in the blade of his Bankai Zanpakuto—Nozarashi.
At the same time, Allen, who had vanished for a while, reappeared within everyone's sight.
But unlike before, when he had been completely unscathed, there was now a wound three fingers deep across his chest. White ribs were even visible beneath it.
Dazzling blood slowly flowed from the wound, staining his white uniform crimson.
If he had not blocked it in time and possessed the Reishi defensive system he had constructed, he would probably have been cut in half.
Clearly, the power of Kenpachi Zaraki's Bankai had already reached—or perhaps even surpassed—the limits of the Death system.
He was the first person in this world to pose a genuine threat to Allen's life.
Feeling waves of stinging pain from his wound, Allen could not help sighing softly. "That was a truly impressive slash! In terms of pure attack power, your Zanpakuto Bankai should be the strongest aside from old man Yamamoto's. I am willing to call you the strongest in the current Soul Society. But unfortunately, it seems you still cannot control it very well."
Ahhhhhh!!!!!!!
The irrational Kenpachi Zaraki let out another meaningless roar. Then he kicked off with both feet and vanished from the spot with terrifying explosive force.
Before anyone else could react, he had appeared less than a meter away from Allen, swinging down the "butcher's knife" in his hand with savage force.
Allen, who had long been prepared, charged head-on while enveloped in the death aura clinging to his