Yamabuki Chidori, who had been observing the overall situation, could not help covering her face at this moment. Who was this guy? She did not know him. This was way too embarrassing!
Salkapolo had not split his soul, making him incredibly powerful. He was one of the strongest among the Vastolorde. But even if you, as a captain of the Gotei 13, could not beat him, you should not have been defeated in three minutes, right?
Salkapolo had received Aizen's order not to kill these two people. With a casual flick, he threw Kensei Muguruma to Kyōraku Tōshirō's feet.
"Cough, cough, cough, cough!!!" Kensei Muguruma coughed violently several times, spitting two mouthfuls of blood from his lips.
"Are you all right?" Kyōraku Tōshirō asked.
"I'm fine. I was careless just now! It's no big deal!" Kensei Muguruma stood up, wiped the blood from his body, and took two deep breaths.
Judging by the amount of blood he had lost, he certainly did not look fine.
"No choice. We can only work together to take him down first!" Kensei Muguruma gritted his teeth. Were Vastolorde really this terrifying? There was no room left to hold back now. "Bankai, Iron Fist of the Wind!"
His Zanpakuto instantly transformed into a pair of gauntlets, and its power increased dramatically as well.
"So he wasn't using Bankai just now! No wonder he was defeated so quickly when facing Salkapolo!" Aizen found an excuse for Kensei Muguruma.
There was a world of difference between a Soul Reaper who had used Bankai and one who had not.
Kensei Muguruma charged forward again. The wind around him gathered on his fists, condensing into a terrifying storm. His fists were like thunder, and the wind was like a dragon!
Although he did not know how powerful this move