The long, solidified blue slash stood out against the gloom of the Forest of Menos,
its razor-sharp aura propelling it rapidly along the ground.
Nnoitra was the kind of fighter who got completely carried away in battle. Though he sensed a hint of danger in the slash, he charged straight into it without a care.
The gloomy Spiritual Pressure and the blue slash clashed relentlessly, making the ground tremble,
and in the next moment, the blue slash ran out of strength and scattered into points of light.
Nnoitra halted his attack. His expression was excited, but there was a hint of seriousness in his eyes.
This guy's attacks...
There's something strange about them...
Nnoitra looked at the Zanpakutō in his hand.
Its once-sharp blade now had a large, conspicuous notch in it.
By all rights, in a battle where there wasn't much difference in Spiritual Pressure, it was difficult to destroy an opponent's Zanpakutō.
What was more, this guy's Spiritual Pressure was clearly inferior to his, yet he could unleash a flying slash capable of destroying a blade.
Its sharpness and impact were both terrifying.
Seeing this, Nara Dan smiled faintly.
The Asauchi in his hand had now evolved into a complete Dharma Blade.
Imbued with the Swordsmanship principle that nothing could withstand its cuts, a slash empowered by the Dharma Blade possessed formidable sharpness—enough to cut through even his opponent's Zanpakutō.
"But..."
"If you think that's enough to defeat me..."
"Then you're still far too naive!"
Nnoitra swung the enormous, strange Zanpakutō in his hand, its hilt trailing a Chain.
As Spiritual Power surged through it, the notch in the Zanpakutō quickly repaired itself.
A Zanpakutō wasn't a real blade. It was a manifestation of a Spirit Body's Spiritual Power. As long as its master remained alive, it could