Whose Trash Talk Was Better

Whoosh.

This time.

Aizen did not use his index finger to block the blade as he had when dealing with Kurosaki Ichigo and Komamura Sajin.

Instead, he unleashed an ultra-high-speed Flash Step.

Dodging Lin Feng's slash.

Lin Feng's strike missed.

He was not surprised by Aizen's high-speed Flash Step.

Lin Feng said calmly, "Captain Aizen, why are you widening the distance between us? If you want to hit me, shouldn't you be getting closer? Or are you afraid that when you approach me, I'll disappear from your sight? Leaving you unable to observe me? If that's the case, then you're worrying over nothing. To me, combat distance holds no meaning whatsoever."

Lin Feng's voice was calm.

Yet it carried the regal bearing of one who looked down upon all directions.

This left Matsumoto Rangiku, Rukia Kuchiki, and the others watching nearby with astonished expressions.

Aizen's strength had only just reshaped their understanding of the world.

But immediately afterward.

Lin Feng had revealed power that even Aizen was wary of!

And besides!

Why was he so good at showing off too?

Aizen adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose and smiled faintly. "You really are an interesting person. Seeing you is like seeing my former self. However, your power ultimately has its limits, and I, Aizen Sōsuke, am the limit you can never surpass."

The moment Aizen finished speaking.

Lin Feng swung his blade toward Aizen again from afar.

It was still an utterly ordinary move.

However.

This time.

On Lin Feng's blade.

Spiritual pressure compressed to its absolute limit seemed capable of tearing space apart.

Mixed with endless lightning.

It condensed into a thunder crescent.

And charged fiercely toward Aizen.

Lin Feng had drawn inspiration from Getsuga Tenshō.

Combining Getsuga Tenshō's method of compressing spiritual pressure with his