Time seemed to be gently toyed with by a pair of invisible hands, becoming both slow and urgent.
Sosuke Aizen's figure suddenly erupted from the stillness, like a volcano dormant for a thousand years abruptly awakening and releasing world-destroying energy.
Aizen moved too quickly for the naked eye to follow. Every punch he threw was not merely an outpouring of force, but a subtle manipulation of the laws of space.
His fists cleaved through the air like sharp blades, not only tearing apart the barriers of space but also leaving winding black trails in the Void—testament to space being violently warped.
Those trails rapidly interwove into an impenetrable net, tightly enclosing Ichigo Kurosaki. Every point within it seemed to foretell an impending fatal blow.
Yet faced with such a desperate situation, Ichigo Kurosaki's eyes showed not the slightest trace of retreat or fear.
His eyes burned with an unyielding fire. Even as his body was bound by that invisible force, his spirit remained as steadfast as a rock.
He tried to move, only to find that his actions played out as though in slow motion, forming a stark contrast to Aizen's lightning-fast assault.
Still, Ichigo Kurosaki would not be injured.
Whenever Aizen's fists struck him with force powerful enough to shake heaven and earth, the raging Spiritual Pressure and impact not only failed to crush him, but were absorbed by his body and transformed into nourishment for his own growth.
This seemingly impossible Defense Mechanism made every one of Aizen's attacks feel as though it had struck cotton—powerless and frustrating.
A flicker of disbelief crossed Aizen's eyes. He had never seen such a bizarre yet powerful constitution.
He was unable to understand why Ichigo Kurosaki could remain completely unharmed under such ferocious attacks, even growing stronger without pause.
That doubt