Then, boundless pain erupted from his chest and bombarded Szayelaporro's central nervous system with the force of ten thousand thunderbolts.
"Aaaahhh!" Szayelaporro's miserable, distorted, hoarse scream nearly pierced the heavens, making Ronglin's eardrums sting. Though it hung in midair, its limbs had already twisted and curled into a knot as it struggled.
After Ronglin's all-out blow pierced straight through Szayelaporro, he felt the Spiritual Pressure throughout his body flow more smoothly and respond more readily. At the same time, he sensed his Spiritual Pressure constantly rising, its density and intensity becoming increasingly terrifying.
"I've finally started to master it!" Ronglin felt the changes in his Spiritual Pressure. Now that he could control it, he would no longer need to be as cautious as before when facing those monstrous Shinigami captains.
Yet after Ronglin had punched a hole straight through Szayelaporro, it should have been certain death by all logic. Ronglin relaxed considerably, since even a Shinigami captain on Kyoraku Shunsui's level would surely die from such an attack.
But in his carelessness, he forgot that Szayelaporro was a deranged scientist. It had spared no effort in using its own body for experiments and had made countless modifications to this Vasto Lorde body.
Although Szayelaporro was in so much pain that it was nearly passing out, it did not die. Trembling, Szayelaporro pulled out several syringes, swiftly injected medicine into its wounds, and activated its Spiritual Pressure to accelerate the medicine's effects.
Ronglin sensed the change in Szayelaporro's Spiritual Pressure from afar and finally realized that this freak was no ordinary Hollow. It had actually survived that punch.
"Spirit Dragon!"
Without hesitation, Ronglin raised a hand. The Spiritual Pressure around him gathered into one point, layer upon layer, fusing at a high density before forming a white light dragon over thirty