However, Zaraki Kenpachi's hand went from imperceptible movement to a slight tremble, revealing that he was gradually breaking free of the restraints of Ronglin's ninjutsu domain.
Ronglin watched in astonishment as Zaraki Kenpachi actually managed to loosen his ninjutsu. Logically speaking, no matter how strong Zaraki Kenpachi was, he should not have been able to react while imprisoned by space-and-time ninjutsu.
Ronglin refused to believe that, after gaining strength through two consecutive worlds, he would come here only to have his ultimate move broken by a top-tier Shinigami.
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Ronglin watched Zaraki Kenpachi struggle continuously, clearly showing signs of breaking free from his Time Imprisonment domain. His brows furrowed slightly as the faint glow of the tomoe in his pupils gradually faded, replaced by the Spiritual Pressure control Ronglin had only recently come into contact with and comprehended.
An extremely faint Spiritual Pressure, so weak it seemed almost nonexistent, appeared within Ronglin's perception. Ronglin even felt that he could sense it only because his divine sense was incomparably sharp, not because he himself already possessed powerful Spiritual Pressure.
Ronglin looked toward the direction he had sensed with astonishment. Deep within a distant forest, a tiny pink figure flashed past. Ronglin could not even make out its appearance, only roughly deducing that the shadow was a baby.
Yet with that tiny clue, Ronglin had already figured out who the mysterious owner of that Spiritual Pressure was.
Countless pink Spiritual Networks spread out from the distant forest, extending into the range of Ronglin's ninjutsu domain and winding around Zaraki Kenpachi's body, driving his body into motion.
Ronglin understood. It was not that the young Zaraki Kenpachi had withstood his ninjutsu by force. Rather, it was the sword in Zaraki Kenpachi's hand—that bizarre Zanpakuto—which had