He had never expected him to grow stronger so quickly...
Looking at the irregularly twisted shape of her left hand, a bitter smile appeared on Unohana Retsu's face.
Once upon a time, she could easily block a punch from this human brat before her.
How long had it been? His strength had already grown to such a terrifying level!
Unohana Retsu let out a heavy breath, determination appearing on her face.
But... I don't want to lose either!
A pure, captivating smile curled across Unohana Retsu's lips. The blood on her Zanpakuto, Minazuki, no longer flowed, instead completely solidifying into a deeply curved crescent blade.
She could abandon a head-on clash. From here on, she could only rely on her swordsmanship to win!
After so long...
Unohana Retsu's heart, long as calm as still water, began to boil. The heart that had unknowingly come to regard victory as commonplace was now filled with an endless desire to win!
Not even her past clashes with Kenpachi had given her this feeling.
She would have to rely entirely on her battle-tempered swordsmanship to claim victory.
Her opponent's Hakuda techniques were not the slightest bit inferior to her swordsmanship.
This feeling...
So it could feel this good?
She had forgotten...
Because it had been far too long.
With a self-mocking smile, Unohana Retsu cast all those chaotic thoughts from her mind. She tightened her grip on her sword hilt and narrowed her eyes at Wu Biao opposite her, who had likewise focused all his attention on her.
A moment later, her body suddenly leaned forward slightly. Then, with a fierce push of her foot against the ground, her entire body moved along with the crescent blade as though dancing, beautiful yet brimming with killing intent.
This woman...
What had happened to her?
Wu