Su Feng carefully fiddled with the Communication Device, continuing to enjoy the spectacle before him.
Yamamoto Genryusai remained as steady as ever, while Kenpachi Zaraki was equally impressive at taking the most damage.
Faced with the furious Captain-Commander, the eleventh Kenpachi considered it nothing more than a light drizzle, passing clouds—he did not take it to heart in the slightest.
Let alone breaking through his defenses, not even a white mark could be left behind.
His flame-burning eyes fixed on Kenpachi Zaraki before him, Yamamoto Genryusai simply could not understand.
The dignified captain of the Eleventh Division, the man who had once defeated Retsu Unohana, the demon who had carved out a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood in Zaraki District...
How could his talent in Kendo be so worryingly poor, even inferior to that of an ordinary Seated Officer?
Or, to put it more accurately.
It was not that Kenpachi Zaraki lacked talent. He simply followed his instincts when fighting and killing.
Kendo seemed to him like shackles restraining his body and instincts.
But in truth, that was not the case.
True Kendo could improve Kenpachi Zaraki's combat strength.
The killing instincts he had tempered through countless battles were merely savage and disorderly, like those of a wild beast.
While these so-called techniques were indeed effective in life-and-death combat.
If he could master Yamamoto Genryusai's Kendo, Kenpachi Zaraki's strength would undoubtedly rise to another level.
Those involved could not see clearly, while onlookers saw everything.
Watching closely from the side, Su Feng saw that although Yamamoto Genryusai appeared thunderously enraged, with veins bulging on his forehead, he was actually as calm as still water. Everything was within his calculations.
A classic old fox.
He knew Kenpachi Zaraki's background well, and understood even more clearly just how terrifying