Amid wild laughter, Kenpachi Zaraki let his right hand hang low, his serrated long blade plowing furrows through the ground and splitting it with layers of cracks.
Golden spiritual pressure erupted, and his entire body became a streak of golden light, appearing before Su Feng in an instant.
The serrated long blade rose and crashed down like a heavy hammer.
It was less like Kendo and more like a beast unleashing its savagery, fangs and claws tearing into Su Feng at once!
Clang—
Metal collided with metal, blades crashing together as immense force surged outward, visible shockwaves spreading in every direction.
Through the blades, Su Feng clearly saw the madness in Kenpachi Zaraki's eyes, the naked brutality within his narrow pupils.
Compared to him now, even Menos seemed far more docile.
"Haha, now this is a proper fight!"
Kenpachi Zaraki laughed heartily, the golden spiritual pressure around him trembling in response.
His serrated long blade suddenly lifted. Beneath his haori, the muscles on his right arm quivered, thick veins standing out like long serpents.
Then came countless slashes, wild as a raging storm.
The unceasing trails of his blade nearly formed a curtain of light, covering everything before him as endless sparks scattered and crisp clashes rang without pause.
Unlike Kenpachi Zaraki's madness, Su Feng had returned to his usual detached calm. There was not the slightest emotional ripple in the depths of his indifferent eyes.
Only the winds swirling around them grew fiercer, while arcs of lightning leaped constantly through the heavy clouds overhead and the muffled thunder became increasingly oppressive.
Like the final stillness before a storm!
Kenpachi Zaraki's seemingly chaotic assault had in fact seized the rhythm of the entire battle. His rain-like slashes gave his opponent no chance to think, forcibly dragging the enemy along according