The Wind Swordsman in Bleach
Chapter 231

Kenpachi Zaraki vs. Oniyasha

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The tiles turned to ash and slowly floated upwards, the blazing flames igniting the Reishi in the atmosphere and creating fire waves thousands of meters high.

From a distance, it looks like a giant fiery mountain.

" Old Man Yama seems quite happy too."

Kenpachi Zaraki glanced at the Flaming Mountain, then looked back at his opponent.

He gripped the hilt of his knife and charged forward.

A familiar sense of unease surfaced in my mind.

Time Stop.

Kenpachi Zaraki was able to realize this because he could see the Reiatsu; the target that should have been in front of him was now beside him.

He couldn't even sense the shifting Reiatsu; he appeared there very suddenly.

The only explanation is that Time Stop.

" The Hadō #90: Black Coffin "

Oniyasha to a human, he speaks very slowly; but when he uses Kidō, it's different—he chants extremely fast.

A ghostly purple electric light flickered at her fingertips, outlining a rectangular frame covered with a ghostly purple sticker.

The turbulent currents of gravity struck like blades.

The Sajin Komamura was defeated by this very move.

Card.

Without the slightest hesitation, Kenpachi Zaraki swung his sword and struck the front of the Kurohitsugi.

The violent slash shattered the Kurohitsugi, and fragments like shards of glass vanished into thin air.

A look of surprise flashed across Oniyasha dark purple-haired demon boy's face. He had abandoned the Kurohitsugi that he had chanted, and possessed two-thirds of the power of a complete chant, yet it had been shattered by this Shinigami.

Kenpachi Zaraki wanted to swing his sword again, but there it was again—that annoying feeling. He turned his head and looked at Oniyasha, who was standing dozens of meters away.

This kind of dodging and weaving, where you can never actually hit anyone, is really frustrating and not satisfying at all.

How exactly can we cut through the time?

This question once again surfaced in Kenpachi Zaraki's mind, but unlike before, he had to think about it carefully.

Yachiru Kusajishi appeared, grinning, and said, "Just go for it based on your gut feeling."

He is doing that.

Ikkaku Madarame popped out again, pointing out, "That must be it, having a heart that believes it can sever time."

He believed he could cut through time, but time didn't believe he could cut it.

Yumichika Ayasegawa also came over to join in, saying, "If it were me, I would give up without hesitation."

Go to hell.

Seriously.

What terrible ideas they're all coming up with!

Kenpachi Zaraki thought to himself, then suddenly felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively dodged away.

A square block appeared where the heart had been.

He instinctively swung his sword down.

Bang!

The blade, imbued with Reiatsu, could not cleave the cube in one strike; it only penetrated halfway, leaving spiderweb-like cracks appearing in the air.

"Are you a monster?"

The Oniyasha murmured, his forbidden Spatial Transfer technique condensing invisible space into something tangible, and he had never seen anyone destroy it.

This is the first time we've met.

"I really don't want to be told that by you," Kenpachi Zaraki, unable to cut through the sword, simply drew it out, kicked off, and charged at Oniyasha.

Time Stop.

Upon recovery, Oniyasha stood before Kenpachi Zaraki, pointing to his heart, and said, " Spatial Transfer."

A sense of danger filled his heart; Kenpachi Zaraki had never experienced such a feeling before, as if he were being embraced by death.

A chill spread throughout my body.

"Ah!" he roared, his golden Reiatsu erupting like a supervolcano that had been dormant for many years, even more powerful than before.

The spatial cubes became extremely unstable under the interference of Reiatsu.

Oniyasha was filled with shock.

A sharp blade flashed down, as if cleaving the sky in two.

Time Stop.

Everything turned grayish-white, and in this gray world, the golden Reiatsu continued its relentless struggle.

"Stop!

"!" The Oniyasha glared angrily, his hands forming a hand gesture.

The gold gradually turned grayish-white, and the blade stopped at his forehead.

A few drops of blood appeared, becoming the only color in the gray and white world.

Oniyasha a step back, touching the blood on his forehead. His expression, deep purple, turned grave. "This guy's the type who gets stronger the longer he fights."

We can't delay any longer.

One hit and it's over.

As he spoke, he let out a long sigh, "Sigh."

If I could, I really wouldn't want to fight someone this powerful.

He just wanted to study the Kidō in peace and quiet.

Unfortunately, there are too many foolish people in the world who arbitrarily label the truth as evil or taboo, claiming that bringing the dead back to life violates the natural laws of birth, aging, sickness, and death.

They don't even consider that if they could do that, it would prove that the laws of the world allow the dead to be resurrected.

Time Stop and Spatial Transfer are the same thing.

The world will not perish because of this; on the contrary, it will evolve.

It's normal for the dead to evolve into a world where resurrection is commonplace.

But the rulers, fearing the evolved world, chose to remain stagnant.

Oniyasha could not forgive such a thing; he wanted to pursue and master all the truths of this world.

Therefore, Seireitei must disappear.

He leaped onto the roof, canceling the Time Stop.

Boom!

Kenpachi Zaraki lost control of his sword, cleaving the ground in two and revealing a bottomless abyss stretching for tens of kilometers, with buildings continuously collapsing downwards.

The Sajin Komamura also fell towards the crack.

" Captain Komamura!" Tetsuzaemon Iba rushed forward in Shunpo, grabbed his shoulder, and dragged him backward. "Retreat immediately!"

At this moment, Tetsuzaemon Iba finally realized that the impact of his group's presence on the battle was simply how many people would die after the battle ended.

Kenpachi Zaraki ignored the others, and seeing the Oniyasha on the roof while reading, he grinned and said, "Let's continue!"

He has grasped the method to some extent.

If the Reiatsu continues to increase, it will be possible to move around a little longer during the pause.

It won't be long before we manage to cut down the Oniyasha, and that will be a victory.

Kenpachi Zaraki rushed onto the roof and swung his sword down.

The Oniyasha didn't continue using Time Stop; he used Shunpo dodge and began chanting at full power, "Wreckages of the waves, the skeletal staff, the five-horned red bull, the clanging armor, you worms fallen into the turbid current of fate!"

As he chanted, his raised right hand Flash a jet-black light, flowing like water to his fingertips and condensing into a small black ball.

Oniyasha's face turned pale.

This is the strongest Kidō he comprehended while imprisoned in the Muken, a fusion of time and space, named Infinity Reincarnation.

Those sucked in will wander in a constantly circulating space, where the chaotic time will cause them to change states such as old age, adolescence, and infancy, until they starve to death.

He gently handed it over.

Sensing danger, Kenpachi Zaraki stopped his attack for the first time and chose to dodge backward.

This dodging action had nothing to do with his own will; it was entirely a physical instinct.

The ball moved slowly, yet was impossible to dodge, like a curse befalling a person.

"Damn it!" Kenpachi Zaraki unleashed his Reiatsu and slashed down at that spot.

The small ball suddenly transformed into a black curtain that blotted out the sky, swallowing him whole, then rapidly shrinking to a tiny point, and then disappearing completely.

"Ha, ha." Oniyasha gasped for breath, his hands bracing against the roof. This attack had also taken a tremendous toll on his Reiatsu.

However, at least the second one was resolved.

"Next."

Oniyasha stood up and looked at the Twelfth Division.

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