Former site of the Wandenreich.
Shunsui Kyoraku froze in place, his body twisting in a posture that defied all physiological common sense.
Under Su Feng's tightly furrowed gaze, his neck bones made sounds like turning gears as he stiffly raised his head.
Half-smiling, half-crying.
It was as though a bizarre mask formed from two faces melded together had been embedded onto his face.
His left eye was blood-red, his right dark gold.
The only thing they shared was the utter absence of reason in both eyes. Endless madness and brutality flowed within them, inspiring terror and dread.
At some point, a long and a short curved blade slipped from his sleeves and into his palms.
Controlled by instinct, Shunsui Kyoraku locked onto his target in an instant. With a light step, he vanished from where he stood.
Without any warning, an exceedingly abrupt blade came slashing down.
The air burst with a sound like tearing fabric. Sword Pressure wrapped in raging winds descended from above, shooting straight for Su Feng's skull as if to cleave him apart completely.
Faced with this probing attack, Su Feng raised a hand and crushed it outright. Countless reishi scattered from his palm like fireflies filling the sky.
He stared at Shunsui Kyoraku, who stood amid black Spiritual Pressure, his brows drawn tight.
As the person who had first taught him fundamental combat techniques such as Zankensoki, Su Feng had fought Shunsui Kyoraku more than once.
He could not have been more familiar with his fighting style and abilities.
Yet in his Hollowfication state, Shunsui Kyoraku should have discarded everything from the past and fought solely on instinct.
But reality was not as he had expected.
That previous slash had used no more than thirty percent of his strength.
Could he still probe his enemy