Boom!
After calling out the name of the game, Shunsui Kyōraku's figure transformed into a meteor plummeting at extreme speed. The Zanpakuto in his hands ignited with blazing flames from their fierce friction against the air.
"Come!"
Baraggan gathered the deathly aura that had spread dozens of meters around him and instantly fused it into the great axe in his hand, charging toward the rapidly descending Shunsui Kyōraku.
Boom!
Baraggan, shooting up from the ground, collided midair with Shunsui Kyōraku, who was falling from the sky, unleashing a thunderous explosion.
Then, Baraggan crashed into the ground several times faster than he had risen, smashing the area within dozens of meters into a miniature earthquake.
Hovering in midair, Shunsui Kyōraku shook his head.
He had originally thought this would be an intense battle.
Who would have expected to run into such a stubborn opponent?
As a rule-based Zanpakuto, as long as someone was within the range of his spiritual pressure, and the gap between their spiritual pressures was not absurdly vast, the rules of the game had to be obeyed.
The ability of Zan-oni was simple: whoever stood higher received the greater enhancement.
The higher one stood, the stronger the boost to one's attack.
That previous strike had definitely been the highest Shunsui Kyōraku had stood in the past several hundred years, and the attack enhancement it granted had been the strongest as well.
At the very least, it had been tenfold!
With such an enhancement, Shunsui Kyōraku felt that even if Captain Ailin had been standing opposite him, he could have cut him down.
Baraggan had stubbornly taken the blow head-on. He did not even need to be killed by his own deathly aura—Shunsui Kyōraku had directly cleaved him into three pieces, killing him beyond doubt.
Sensing the spiritual pressure