"Who said you can't make a fist and hit someone just because you've lost your arms?"
Ichigo Kurosaki silently recited those words in his heart. They were not only an encouragement to himself, but also a silent mockery of Barragan.
He knew well that true powerhouses were never bound by outward predicaments. Their strength came from within, from their steadfast adherence to their beliefs.
So, he began to mobilize every last shred of strength available in his body, especially the Power of Will hidden deep within his heart.
This power might normally have been difficult to detect, but at this moment, it was like awakened Dragons—surging, overwhelming, and unstoppable. Ichigo Kurosaki closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and allowed his mind to merge completely with that power.
When he opened his eyes again, they no longer held mere flames. They had become profound vortices, as though they could Devour Everything. He no longer relied on physical strength, instead using his will to construct an invisible fist.
This fist had no physical form, yet it was harder than anything tangible. It had no weight, yet it was heavier than any object. It transcended the limits of the flesh, ignored the laws of physics, and struck directly at Barragan's Spirit World.
With a deafening boom, Ichigo Kurosaki's Fist of Will burst forth. It pierced through layer after layer of the Power of Decay's obstacles and struck deep into Barragan's heart.
At that instant, time seemed to freeze, and the entire battlefield trembled. Barragan's body suffered no tangible injury, but his mind endured an unprecedented impact—a shock and terror that came from the depths of his soul.
"What... what kind of power is this?!"
Barragan's voice trembled with disbelief. He had never seen such a bizarre yet powerful method of attack.
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