The Strongest Zanpakuto

Yuko was at a loss for words. "What do you mean, real or fake? Do you really think a god would lose to a mere old man?"

Yoruichi almost lost her composure. "You've successfully made me lose confidence in your Bankai."

It had been an incredibly powerful ability, so why did it feel completely unimpressive when it was in Yuko's hands?

Kisuke Urahara had regained a faint smile by then and began to toy with his paper fan again. "This truly is an ability that only a god could possess. I can't even imagine who could defeat you once Yuko has fully mastered it."

Yuko's spiritual pressure could now be considered first-rate. Although Captain-Commander Yamamoto's spiritual pressure was the strongest among the first-rate, Kisuke Urahara still didn't think Yuko would lose if they actually fought.

There was no helping it. Yuko had already possessed a nearly immortal body, and now her Bankai's ability was absurdly overpowered as well. As long as the gap in spiritual pressure wasn't too great, Kisuke Urahara simply couldn't imagine any possibility of Yuko losing.

Perhaps Yuko really could do as she claimed and beat Captain-Commander Yamamoto senseless.

Yuko gently shook her head. "The higher the attack intensity... or rather, the greater the impact and the wider the range, the more spiritual power it consumes."

"Don't be fooled by the fact that I just reversed your time by several dozen seconds. That was only because your attack was released into empty space and had little impact."

"Besides, that reversal alone has already consumed almost all my spiritual power." As she spoke, Yuko's aura gradually subsided, and she dispelled her Bankai. "If I expand the range or increase the impact even slightly, the duration will be shortened further."

"No, the intensity is already sufficient." Kisuke Urahara wasn't