That was precisely why Ronglin could sense Spiritual Pressure but could not wield it—because he himself was Spiritual Pressure!
With a body made of Spiritual Pressure, activating Haki or Chakra-based attacks naturally suppressed the advantages of his own Spiritual Pressure, leaving him unable to harm Shinigami in their spiritual form.
"So that was it?" Ronglin suddenly understood the root of it all. Was he like Ichigo Kurosaki in his Mugetsu state, having fused every bit of Spiritual Pressure into his flesh?
"Ha ha!" Ronglin completely released his Chakra and Haki, feeling his own Spiritual Pressure as his limbs extended outward. Looking at the approaching Zaraki Kenpachi and Unohana Yachiru, he laughed loudly. "I feel it! I can finally control Spiritual Pressure!"
The Educated Strongman!
Ronglin's uncharacteristically loud laughter and demeanor looked utterly obnoxious and provocative to the two people on the verge of going berserk, making them wish they could slice him into a thousand pieces.
"Ha!" Zaraki Kenpachi, who had fallen into a crazed state, had nearly lost all reason. It was as though nothing remained of him but the instinct to fight. Completely ignoring the damage dealt by the black tidal wave from Unohana Yachiru's Bankai, he leaped into the air and slashed fiercely down at Ronglin.
Unohana Yachiru caught up right afterward. Dense black mist surged from her blade at tremendous speed, catching up to Zaraki Kenpachi in an instant as she tried to strike Ronglin before him.
Yet even though Zaraki Kenpachi had lost his reason, the idea that Ronglin was his prey had long taken root in his mind. He would never allow anyone else to interfere. Seeing Unohana Yachiru catch up, the blade he had swung abruptly shifted, tracing a strange diagonal arc as it slashed sideways toward her waist.
Unohana Yachiru had not