Chapter 103
Ninth Division Barracks.
On the training grounds, the battle was deadlocked.
A burly man and a bald man were locked in close combat. Their figures crisscrossed as the clang of steel rang without end, occasionally accompanied by the vivid spectacle of flesh tearing and blood spraying through the air.
"Hōzukimaru, try this move of mine—Nine-Headed Dragon Flash!"
Ikkaku Madarame let out an exhilarated roar. Looking utterly crazed, he gripped his Zanpakuto and fiercely thrust forward.
Red spiritual pressure coiled around his body, erupting in brilliant flashes of light.
Combined with his unstoppable Shunpo technique, Ikkaku Madarame appeared before the red-haired brute in an instant.
"Idiot, don't forget—I know every move you know!"
The red-haired brute gripped Hōzukimaru's spear in both hands after its Shikai release, his vicious expression making him look like a demon as he hacked downward.
The point where Hōzukimaru's spear came down was precisely the moment when Ikkaku Madarame's strength had run dry.
If this strike landed, the battle would be decided at once.
"Ha!" A wild laugh echoed across the training grounds. Ikkaku Madarame stepped forward and twisted his wrist, forcibly drawing out another burst of strength. "You underestimate me too much."
"Past experience no longer works against me!"
Under the red-haired brute's shocked gaze, Ikkaku Madarame not only withstood the force of Hōzukimaru's descending blow, but also swung upward with his backhand, slashing vertically across his chest with ferocious speed!
Splat—
A gruesome wound ran from his lower abdomen all the way to his right shoulder. Flesh split open, and torrents of blood sprayed in every direction like a fountain.
"Impossible..."
The red-haired brute muttered. Enduring his wounds, he immediately swung Hōzukimaru again, determined to settle the score with Ikkaku Madarame.
But before he could make his next move, a figure flashed in