The spectators seemed frozen in time, their eyes filled with both incredulous shock and deep reverence for this unprecedented battle.
Brutal, violent, tyrannical...
It made the souls of every spectator fortunate enough to witness it tremble.
The sky seemed enveloped in heavy clouds. Even sunlight could not pierce through the dense fighting spirit and bloodlust, and could only silently bear witness to this epic duel.
With his signature wild posture, Kenpachi Zaraki was like an Asura that had emerged from the abyss, every step carrying a world-destroying Aura.
Each of his fierce roars seemed capable of tearing through the air, awakening the fear and awe buried deep within everyone's heart.
In his world, battle was the only language, the only way he could feel that he was alive.
At this moment, he had condensed his fighting spirit to its absolute limit, turning it into countless invisible fists that poured down upon Ichigo Kurosaki like a raging storm.
"Boom!"
The two collided once more, like two stars crashing violently in the universe. The resulting shockwave made the surrounding space tremble.
It was as though an invisible rift had been torn through the air. The deafening roar was the result of four iron fists clashing head-on.
Their power reached its peak at that instant. Their arms nearly cracked with the sharp sound of breaking bones at the same time, yet the pain did not make them retreat. Instead, it further ignited the savagery and defiance deep within them.
To them, that pain was merely seasoning for battle. It only drove them crazier and made them crave victory even more.
"Now this is exhilarating!!!"
A trace of admiration flashed through Ichigo Kurosaki's eyes. He had seen through Kenpachi Zaraki's technique.
In Kenpachi Zaraki's world, a pair of hands was far from enough. What