Before he could finish speaking, the young Zaraki Kenpachi, who had been forced back by Unohana Yachiru, had already caught up. Without a word, he thrust his sword straight at Ronglin's throat, cutting him off.
"Damn it!" Ronglin was furious. Relying on his mysterious, lightning-fast footwork, he shifted and dodged Zaraki Kenpachi's attack.
Zaraki Kenpachi's slashes were savage, violent, and swift, utterly lacking any pattern. It was as if he were hacking wildly with no method at all. Yet under that chaotic barrage, Ronglin was actually pressured by his ferocious momentum and unable to find an opening to counterattack.
What Ronglin did not know was that Zaraki Kenpachi had already pushed his strength to its absolute limit. Power radiated through every inch of his muscles, every cell filled with every bit of force he possessed. Every racing thought was focused to the extreme, every movement had reached its peak—all for the sake of landing a single slash on the man before him.
Yet despite having nearly driven his power to its limit, Zaraki Kenpachi could not even touch the corner of Ronglin's clothes. Every slash he swung unleashed fierce, powerful sword winds that blasted apart all the surrounding trees. In the blink of an eye, Zaraki Kenpachi's overwhelming sword aura had cleared out an open space around them...
Slash after slash, Zaraki Kenpachi watched the young man casually evade his attacks. It was easy to imagine just how terrifying this opponent was! Zaraki Kenpachi did not dare stop. He could only keep swinging, one slash after another. He felt that he had already delivered hundreds of perfect attacks—no, perhaps over a thousand—but he had not even brushed the edge of his opponent's clothing.
Zaraki Kenpachi felt his arms beginning to ache and go numb with fatigue, but he did not