"Ah..." Aizen screamed, eyes wide with fury as he shot up from the sprawling ruins. A man who had regarded himself as a god from the very beginning had actually been slapped squarely across the face.
Such humiliation would have enraged anyone, let alone Aizen. As the saying went, don't hit people in the face. There were countless ways to attack, yet this bastard had gone straight for his face!
"Ah, shut the hell up!" Wu Biao moved, appearing above Aizen's head almost instantly. Hellfire blasted from his heels as he swung a whip kick carrying overwhelming force down at Aizen.
Bang!
Aizen's roar stopped abruptly. He instinctively raised both arms before him to block, but the crushing pressure and scorching hellfire struck at once, making his expression change in an instant. This human's strength was actually this terrifying?
Another explosive crash rang out as the two separated once more. This time, prepared and no longer harboring any contempt, Aizen only shot several dozen meters downward before steadying himself.
Even so, the people below were utterly shocked.
After all, even when they had joined forces earlier, they had failed to inflict any substantial damage on Aizen. Yet when it came to Wu Biao, Aizen was being suppressed so completely. How could they not be stunned?
"It seems... you really have improved greatly." After stabilizing himself, Aizen did not attack again. Instead, he looked at Wu Biao with a grave gaze, having even reined in his previous anger.
"I should say this was within my expectations as well. Baseless confidence, inexplicably surging momentum, stubbornness that refuses to give up even at death's door, and a temperament that is highly contagious to those of your kind—your very existence is what I dislike the most, yet also what I fear the most."
Aizen