Monk raised his hand, and the writing brush drew two horizontal lines on the ground:
"No need for extra words. Within these two lines, within three steps, I can strike you down."
Yhwach raised his eyes slightly, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth:
"Ridiculous. The one who will die is you. You will die three steps before reaching the end, Ichibē Hyōsube."
Ichibē Hyōsube's brow furrowed heavily:
"I said, you are not allowed to casually call my name!"
As his voice fell, Monk channeled his Spiritual Pressure.
A gigantic Spiritual Pressure hand instantly blasted Yhwach flying.
The backwards-flying Yhwach immediately attempted to chant a Quincy incantation.
Yet, after his throat rolled, not a single sound came out.
Seeing this, Monk wore a faint smile:
"Anyone who calls my true name will have their vocal cords controlled by me. Unable to make a sound, you cannot use Quincy abilities. How will you fight?"
Yhwach abruptly raised his hand, seized his own throat, and crushed it with brute force as blood splattered everywhere.
Simultaneously, he activated his own power to re-grant himself the ability to produce sound.
Yhwach's voice carried a throat-tearing huskiness:
"The power of a name can only bind those who do not know how to adapt."
"Great Holy Bow!"
Reishi gathered, and a gigantic Reishi Holy Bow took form as a Holy Arrow fired.
In Monk's hand, the Ichimonji-resembling a giant writing brush-swiped downward and shattered the incoming Holy Arrow.
Whoosh-!
Taking advantage of this opening, Yhwach had already rushed before Monk, his giant sword slashing toward Monk.
In an instant, the two began close-quarters combat. The writing brush and the sword collided continuously, ink from the brush splashing everywhere and landing on Yhwach and the giant Reishi sword in his hand.
"Monk, is this