Chōjirō Sasakibe held the captain's haori of the master and disciple and retreated far to the edge, staring tensely at the two figures facing off in the distance.
This was insane—the strongest master and disciple pair in Gotei 13 history had turned against each other.
Feeling the scorching heat permeating the air, he swallowed hard. His throat felt parched, and even breathing had become difficult.
Even when he had played dead and ambushed Yhwach a thousand years ago, Chōjirō Sasakibe had never been this nervous.
They had both removed their captain's haori. They had both tied their Shinigami Uniforms around their waists. Both had muscular upper bodies, and both radiated surging spiritual pressure.
The only difference was this.
Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto's body was crisscrossed with countless scars. They were symbols of his honor, proof that he had become the strongest Shinigami in a thousand years, and the very capacity he so often spoke of!
Su Feng, on the other hand, had skin as pale and flawless as jade. A faint glow of spiritual pressure covered every knot of muscle on his body, displaying the beauty of power like an ancient sculpture carved with meticulous care.
Though he had not drawn Ryujin Jakka, the instinct of flame seemed to have been etched into Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto's soul.
With every breath, searing heat filled the surroundings. Torrential temperatures battered the ground, dust, and tree branches...
The remaining weeds on the ground curled up at a visible speed until they turned charred black and lost all signs of life.
Su Feng remained calm, but he did not underestimate his opponent in the slightest.
Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto represented the true limit of a Shinigami. He had mastered all four foundational combat arts of Zankensoki to perfection, and he had developed his Zanpakuto, Ryujin Jakka,