In the novel " Shinigami the Unforgiven," Chapter 117, the question arises: Is the bear like Volibear, or Volibear like a bear? Flames and black smoke intertwine, like a pair of inseparable lovers.
Was it successful?
Sweat dripped from Soi Fon's Matsuge, blurring her vision. Thanks to Kaname Tōsen and Jūshirō Ukitake's restraint, she had a chance to have her turn.
If she fails, she really won't have the strength to try again.
"Well done, Shinigami."
A thunderous sound descended from the sky, and the massive body broke free from the embrace of fire and smoke. Its right leg was mostly bald, but white bear fur was growing wildly to cover the bald patch. "I underestimated you before; you still managed to hurt my fur."
Genjirō's tone was somewhat amused; he had genuinely been startled by the explosion and thought he would be seriously injured.
The resulting physique it created was far more powerful than anyone could have imagined.
The thick bear fur possesses extremely high defensive and regenerative capabilities, weakening the impact of the explosion layer by layer.
When the impact reaches the body, it will at most cause a minor scratch.
"Let me crush you with the utmost respect!"
Genjirō raised his right claw high, and thousands of bolts of lightning condensed into a blue-white javelin. The terrifying Reiatsu contained within it, even before it was fired, already made it clear how immense its power was.
" Soi Fon!" Jūshirō Ukitake stood up, trying to move, but suddenly coughed up blood. Damn it, why does he always fail at such crucial moments? His eyes were full of resentment, yet he was helpless against his own body.
On the other side, Kaname Tōsen quietly let the rubble press down on him. A tingling sensation spread through his limbs, making it difficult even to stand up, let alone save someone.
A tear slowly rolled down his blind eye.
Why does justice always require sacrifice?
This question once again surfaced in his mind.
Genjirō ignored the thoughts of the ants and threw the Thunder Spear downwards.
The shimmering light was so beautiful and dazzling that even the craggy peaks of the Soi Fon were tinged with blue and white.
At this critical moment of life and death, a ridiculous thought suddenly flashed through Soi Fon's mind: how wonderful it would be if Shiraishi were here.
Such a ridiculous idea should not belong to a Stealth Force Sōji.
At least, the Sōji the Stealth Force she knew was definitely not the kind of person who would expect others to save his life in a life-or-death situation.
That person was always so strong and confident.
She had always hoped to catch up with and surpass him, only to realize now that some things were predetermined from the start.
No matter how hard a cat tries, it can only become a thorny wildcat, never a fierce tiger roaring through the mountains.
Perhaps dying in battle like this isn't such a bad thing.
At least there's no need to keep trying.
She was really tired.
Eyes lowered, awaiting the fate that was about to befall them.
One second, two seconds—the Thunder Javelin seemed to have been flying for a little too long.
Soi Fon looked up, her eyes meeting a familiar figure. Her face was filled with shock, and she exclaimed in disbelief, "You, you really came?"
Xiaoshuting app
"Luckily, I wasn't too late."
Shiraishi tilted his head back, his gaze passing through the Wind Wall to the Menos Grande shrouded in storm. He felt that the appearance looked familiar, and upon closer inspection, he realized that it was almost identical to Volibear.
It's like wearing a bone mask on your head.
"Who are you?" Genjirō was surprised, as the other party either scattered the thunder javelins or redirected them.
It could understand all of these, but the method of making the Thunder Javelin disappear silently was beyond its comprehension.
"The one who killed you." Shiraishi used Steel Tempest forward.
Behind him, Soi Fon shouted again, "Wait, don't be impulsive!"
"Arrogant!"
Genjirō sneered, raised his leg and kicked forward, and bear hair shot outwards in a dense, overwhelming burst, like Daxue on Mount Everest, leaving no room for anyone to dodge.
Shiraishi unleashed another Wind Wall to block all the bear fur, then slashed hard at the right leg that was kicking at him.
Buzz.
Their Reiatsu collided, producing a strange sound. His Reiatsu seemed to be completely dissipated by Xiong Mao, and he was kicked back, tumbling as he landed, stirring up some dust on the ground.
Soi Fon said urgently, "I told you not to be impulsive. Take me with you and run for your life. This guy is not someone you can handle, cough cough."
"You watch closely right now. My true strength is far beyond what this big guy in front of you can match."
To save face, Shiraishi sheathed his sword, gripped the hilt tightly with his right hand, and drew it, unleashing " Bankai: Mumyo: Crimson Lotus Hellfire."
In an instant, black energy surged from the slightly drawn blade, swirling around his entire body before suddenly spreading outwards.
The chilling Reiatsu seemed to freeze everything.
Soi Fon's petite body trembled, and it seemed as if there was frost on her Matsuge, or perhaps it was just her imagination.
The image of the Shiraishi before her eyes changed drastically.
His long silver hair turned black, his hairstyle resembling the quills on a porcupine's back. He was clad in dark armor with intricate patterns, and his exposed body was also metallic dark. Sharp horns protruded from his elbows, making him look completely unlike a human.
Soi Fon had seen many types of Zanpakuto, but this was the first time he had ever seen Bankai that seemed to change the very human race.
"Are you Shiraishi?" she couldn't help but ask.
"Certainly."
Shiraishi's eyes turned into dancing orange flames, his dark face looked resolute, and even his tone had a touch of magnetism, "Am I becoming too handsome?"
Boom!
Genjirō interrupted their conversation, bent down, and slammed down with his right claw, imbued with the power of thunder, determined to kill the insect.
Shiraishi glanced upwards, then unleashed a Steel Tempest, flashing past like a black phantom.
Genjirō looked behind him, trying to control the bear fur to curl up.
An orange ring-shaped slash appeared, leaving a long line of orange flames trailing behind his back.
"Aaaaaah!" Genjirō let out a shrill wail as the karmic fire scorched his soul, and the immense pain robbed him of all his ability to think, leaving him with no energy to control the bear fur.
Shiraishi used a Steel Tempest to return to Soi Fon's side and asked, "Don't you think this voice is very pleasant to listen to?"
"Um."
Soi Fon nodded.
Shiraishi took a step back and said, "You're such a pervert, you actually have an interest in listening to other people scream."
"..." Soi Fon was so choked that he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
The karmic fire burned ever brighter, Genjirō suffered more and more. His enormous body swayed like a drunkard, and lightning gathered in his claws, causing destruction to his surroundings.
Then, it condensed Cero at its mouth and sprayed it in all directions.
Rumble.
"You'd better kill it already!" Soi Fon urged. If this continues, the entire North District 30 will be doomed.
A hint of helplessness appeared on Shiraishi's steel-like face. "It's impossible. The Crimson Lotus Hellfire slowly tortures people to death like this. As long as I maintain my Bankai, I can't give them a quick death."
Soi Fon asked doubtfully, "Can't you just slash it a few more times?"
"From the moment the Crimson Lotus Hellfire, its time of death was already predetermined. No one can delay it, and no one can bring it forward. We only need to wait quietly."
Shiraishi's explanation caused Soi Fon to vomit blood twice. She watched as the crazed Genjirō continuously unleashed his power upon the surroundings, eventually being engulfed by orange flames.
Amidst mournful howls, it turned into a large cloud of ashes and scattered away.