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Clang—

Amid the ring of metal striking metal, Prison Demon's massive blade easily blocked Haschwalth's Reishi Sword. What was more, the immense force behind it made Haschwalth's body involuntarily lean backward.

Haschwalth retreated with a surprised, puzzled look. After landing, he glanced at his sword and discovered several cracks on its surface. That should have been impossible.

Shouldn't Lu Li have been the one to become fragile?

Why had cracks appeared in his own sword instead?

Because he had never fought His Majesty, he had never seen anyone capable of receiving his blade after he had accumulated so much misfortune.

And earlier, he had clearly used Scapegoat Shield to return the damage, yet Lu Li had not suffered the slightest injury.

If Lu Li's Zanpakuto was a Lightning-type Zanpakuto and he possessed extremely strong lightning resistance, which was why he had not been hurt, then Haschwalth could barely accept it.

But why could his sword not harm Lu Li? Had all that misfortune still not been enough to make Lu Li fragile?

"Don't look at me like that. Is it really so surprising?"

Lu Li rested the enormous Prison Demon on his shoulder. "I merely blocked your sword. Is that really so hard to understand?"

Haschwalth watched Lu Li with uncertainty. "You... it seems I underestimated your fortune. It is far more than merely being somewhat lucky."

As he spoke, he began gathering misfortune from across the entire world, intending to impose it upon Lu Li, making him even more unfortunate and thus more vulnerable.

Once a person became unlucky, they might trip while walking or get struck by a meteor falling from the sky. Every second would feel as though they were living on the set of Final Destination.

And Haschwalth's ability could weaken his opponents even more directly,