"Release!"
Invisible slashes sprang into being before Kenma's chest and struck toward Yamamoto before him.
Restricted by the area in front of Kenma, these slashes did not cover much range, but they were incredibly dense.
The slashes crisscrossed in a dense pattern like a chessboard as they rushed forward.
Yamamoto's gaze sharpened, as though he had sensed something. Ryūjin Jakka in his hand immediately changed course and swept across in front of him.
Boom!
Massive flames erupted, engulfing Kenma from all directions.
Yet beneath those continuous slashes, they were cut into scattered sparks and rapidly dissipated.
Even flames can be cut apart?!
Yamamoto was startled. The Zanpakuto in his hand swung repeatedly, leaving countless afterimages.
Though he blocked some of the slashes, Kenma had unleashed far too many this time, and the distance between them was too close. Even with Yamamoto doing his utmost to defend, some still slipped through.
Those slashes pierced through Yamamoto's defenses and all landed on him.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Blood and flesh sprayed everywhere. In the blink of an eye, Yamamoto's chest had become a mangled mass of bloody flesh.
Bits of white rib bone could even be seen exposed amid the blood.
"You brought this on yourself!"
Seizing the opportunity, Kenma gripped the hilt with both hands. The muscles in his arms tensed as the massive Horse-Cutting Sword swept out.
Yet Yamamoto seemed to have been prepared for Kenma's relentless assault.
He braced his left hand against the guard and used Kenma's suddenly increased force to send himself flying sideways.
His feet landed on the ground and plowed a furrow several meters long before the old man finally came to a stop.
Feeling the searing pain in his chest, the old man's expression did not change. He looked as calm as if he