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Nellielu just looked at him quietly.

The moment Fujimiya Makoto got close, Pingping Wuji shot forward.

"laugh."

The sound is extremely subtle.

But in Fujimiya Makoto's vision, the tip of the gun was condensed with a terrifying spiritual pressure that surged to the extreme.

If this bullet penetrated him, half of his body would probably explode.

This is Vastod.

The highest-level Hollow, the true ruler of Hueco Mundo, even though it has just been formed, has terrifying strength far beyond the captain level.

However, facing this terrifying shot, Fujimiya Makoto did not dodge or evade.

Face it head on.

The blade in his hand drew a trace like flowing water among the surging spiritual pressure.

"Zheng——"

The next moment, Fujimiya Makoto held a shallow blade in his hand, which was wrapped in spiritual pressure like flowing water, and faced the lance head-on.

The moment the blade and the gun tip collided, both sides heard a sharp and piercing sound, as if the metal was being torn apart by bare hands.

Metal and bone material scraped against each other.

The moment before the strength of both sides reaches its peak.

staggered.

Fujimiya Makoto's eyes were suddenly filled with bloodshot, his pupils were highly contracted, and the black pupils almost formed pinhole-like dots.

In his vision, the whole world turned into a three-color picture of black, white and gray.

Only the still surging spiritual pressure still retained a faint glow.

Everything reflected in his eyes was stored in his brain, forming an image played in extremely slow motion, with each scene passing by frame by frame.

Clear and slow.

【No injury circle】

In this extremely brief moment, the blade in his hand had already deflected by 0.1 degree.

Just this extremely tiny difference suddenly reduced the resistance in Fujimiya Makoto's hands by half.

At the same time, an extremely intense explosive spiritual pressure erupted from under Fujimiya Makoto's feet, forcibly pushing him forward at an extremely high speed.

At this moment, the muscles, bones, and blade formed a large, crisscrossed and taut bow. In this moment of intersection, the power of his sword was raised to the extreme in an instant that was imperceptible to the naked eye.

【Type 2: Ruoshui】

At the moment they crossed each other, the blade in Fujimiya Makoto's hand was like a real stream of water, sliding past the bone lance in front of him, and the blade pointed directly at Nellie's soft chest and abdomen with her arms and legs wide open.

"Ok?"

Fujimiya Makoto's reaction was so fast that even Nelliel, the Vastold, was a little surprised.

However, she remained calm.

The lance, which was originally in a thrusting motion, shook slightly and swung its handle in the direction of the blade.

"Qiang!"

A ball of intense sparks exploded between the blade and the gun handle.

Fujimiya Makoto's pupils suddenly turned blood red.

The knife flicked.

However, it's not over yet.

His figure passed by Nellielu's human-headed antelope body as if it were nothing.

Immediately afterwards, Fujimiya Makoto's feet, which burst out with blazing spiritual pressure, stomped on the ground suddenly, causing a ball of dust to explode and spread out, and the ground sank.

With the help of this recoil force, his charge route actually showed a very slight angle.

Rushed towards Nellielu again.

Faintly, one could almost hear the groaning of his ankles under the heavy burden.

The surface of the blade in his hand was almost completely covered by spiritual light.

【Ruoshui·Second Section】

This time, Fujimiya Makoto's goal was extremely clear.

Pointing directly at Nellielu's sheep's butt with her little furry tail raised!

He observed very clearly.

Because of the Centaur's special body shape and the body's overall physiological structure that is arranged forward, it is extremely inconvenient for Nellielu to guard the direction behind her.

If there is a possibility of injuring the opponent, then the only way is to start from this aspect!

【Flash Step +10】

[He's only attacking girls' buttocks. It's so... so perfect for my taste! Let me feel the small entrance too! ! ]

Feeling the sharp pain rising from behind, Nellielu couldn't help but frown, and turned the lance in her hand to protect her buttocks.

The tip of the gun collided with the blade.

Still failed to hit.

However, a glimmer of light suddenly appeared in Fujimiya Makoto's eyes.

The tip of the gun moved!

Maybe it was because his response was too hasty, or because it was inconvenient to exert force from behind, but it undoubtedly showed the same thing - the tactics he chose were correct.

[Slashing Technique +10]

[Modo Modo! Keep charging at the centaur girl's big ass!]

Rarely, Fujimiya Makoto chose to do the same thing as Kohakuto.

His charge lasted only a moment, and after missing his target, he fled ten meters away, completely avoiding a head-on collision with Nellielu. Every knife in his hand attacked the centaur's retreat.

Although each time the attack was blocked by the lance, it seemed that each time it was just a step away from hitting the target.

[Slashing Technique +10]

[Slashing Technique +10]

[Slashing Technique +10]

The series of prompt sounds were like gasoline flickering on the edge of a campfire, constantly irritating Fujimiya Makoto's nerves.

It seemed that just one more blow would be enough to hit him!

Nellielu's frown deepened.

The feeling of having one's butt constantly coveted by others is really unpleasant, and the feeling of dissatisfaction is getting deeper and deeper.

Until the end...

【Slashing Technique: Eleventh Level↑】

Almost at the same moment when the slashing technique was upgraded, Fujimiya Makoto seemed to have a sudden epiphany in his mind, and the blade suddenly turned half a circle.

From cutting to stabbing.

Pointing directly at the sheep's thigh.

Nellielu's eyes, which were covered by the bone helmet, suddenly shrank.

The little fur tail on the sheep's butt stood up in shock!

At the same time, the swinging speed of the bone lance in her hand suddenly increased, and the surface of the conical head was wrapped with dark green vigorous spiritual pressure.

'What? ! ’

In an instant, in Fujimiya Makoto's [no-injury circle] vision, the bone lance in Nellielu's hand seemed to suddenly change from slow motion to three times the speed.

The sudden increase in speed overwhelmed his already overtaxed nerves, and he could only barely switch from 'stabbing with the sword' to 'blocking with the sword', while his body flipped to the other side, ready to relieve the force at any time.

However, when that extremely sharp shot hit the blade in his hand, the terrifying force like a landslide made Fujimiya Makoto seem to be trapped in a gray and white frozen picture.

A tremendous force struck the blade, then spread to the shoulder and elbow. The entire arm was squeezed against the ribs and chest as if it were about to be crushed. The fragile body suddenly bent like a shrimp, and with a deafening roar, it was hit like a full-court home run like a baseball.

“Rumble——!!!”

Fujimiya Makoto fell to the ground and bounced up again, like a stone floating on the water, bouncing in several arcs in succession, and finally rolling down in a large scale.

The pitch-black Death Tyrant suit on his body was mostly shattered by the constant friction and falling, revealing his strong body with bloody wounds all over.

The entire left arm hung in an irregular shape, with bright red blood dripping from the shoulder and elbow. It was only barely connected.

Obviously, it's broken.

"vomit--"

Fujimiya Makoto lay on the ground, suddenly spitting out a mouthful of blood. The whites of his eyes were swallowed by dark red, and his long black hair tied up with grass roots was scattered. Even his breathing seemed to tear his chest apart.

His body was shaking uncontrollably. The severe pain and the pain of a broken bone that felt like half of his body was shattered made it difficult for him to even think rationally for a moment.

There is only one thought that appears in the mind.

Just now, this guy was just teasing me?

One shot.

It was solved.

This gap is so big that it makes people feel a little desperate.

“Ho ho…ho…”

Fujimiya Makoto's panting had turned into a vague and unpleasant cough, and he didn't know if his ribs had pierced into his internal organs.

However, his right hand, which had not been severed, was still tightly gripping the knife.

Not only that.

The more he maintained that indelible spirit, the more resolute his will became and the clearer his mind became.

Wall of Sighs

As the annotation of this trait says - the person who makes the strongest you is always the one who sits up until the next time.

One certificate, forever.

Fujimiya Makoto slowly supported his body, from lying down to kneeling, and then stood up unsteadily.

He held a knife in his hand and pointed it at the Vastod in the distance.

Nellielu's eyes, hidden behind the antelope bone helmet mask, were also looking at him calmly.

Although he seems to be a weirdo who only likes to pick on others.

But, surprisingly, he was very energetic.

Nellielu straightened her lance and pointed the tip at him.

Fujimiya Makoto straightened his slightly trembling asabi, his eyes determined like a knight about to start a duel.

He was in a very bad state, but he was still not at a disadvantage.

The vortex of dust, like a boundary, passed quietly between the two people.

During his time in Soul Society, Fujimiya Makoto had already become accustomed to life and death.

Whether it was the first time he came to the Zaraki District, or the duel with Unohana-sensei, or after joining Genjijuku, the duel with various Soul Reign Gods.

Fujimiya Makoto has always known this.

When people are killed, they die.

Likewise, anyone who is not prepared to be killed by others is not qualified to pick up the sword.

He knows it all.