Ronglin remained unmoved. He drifted into the air as ripples of light surged around him, then brought his hands together. A ring of light descended over Szayelaporro.
"Get lost!" Szayelaporro roared. Red Spiritual Pressure flared from his body as he slammed into Ronglin's ring of light, blasting a circle of gray rippling shockwaves through the air.
Whoosh!
A gray shadow flashed to Szayelaporro's side, one hand reaching for his waist. A cold gleam flashed in Szayelaporro's eyes. He spread his five fingers, turning his fingertips into five streams of air that sliced toward Ronglin's attacking arm.
But the instant the streams touched Ronglin, his figure shattered. Szayelaporro's expression changed drastically. A fierce wind rose behind him, and in horrified fury, he gathered his strength and hurled a punch at his back.
Ronglin, having fooled Szayelaporro with a Shadow Clone, threw a heavy punch from behind. Yet Szayelaporro reacted with astonishing speed, answering with an equally heavy blow.
Boom!
The two fists collided in midair, and the space around them twisted beneath their immense Spiritual Pressure.
Ronglin felt the circulation of Spiritual Pressure in his body becoming somewhat sluggish. During their exchange of blows, Szayelaporro actually forced him back step by step, leaving him with a sense that his strength was failing to follow through.
Szayelaporro was overjoyed. He had no idea why this formidable opponent had suddenly weakened, allowing him to steadily drive Ronglin back with his overwhelming Spiritual Pressure.
Ronglin was deeply startled. He had always been studying and training because he was not proficient enough in circulating and using Spiritual Pressure. He had not noticed anything when fighting Adjuchas, but against a Vasto Lorde, their direct clash exposed the flaw in his Spiritual Pressure circulation.
Hum!
Szayelaporro pressed his advantage without mercy. As he drove his Spiritual Pressure