In Soul Society, love and bond begin

The surge in power may not necessarily make a person truly invincible, but it will definitely give a person an invincible mentality first.

Tsunayashiro Shogo awakened to this mentality.

You know, even among the five great noble families, strong people with third-level spiritual power or above who have comprehended Bankai are often rare talents that appear only once in a century, not to mention that the few people just now have obviously stepped into the threshold of second-level spiritual power. Picking any one of them at random would be a powerful enemy that he had once found difficult to deal with.

However, the bones of the Spirit King changed everything.

Tsunayashiro Shogo could feel it clearly.

Strength, speed, reaction, physical strength, resistance to blows...

His entire spirit seemed to be reborn from the inside out, radiating a vitality so strong that it felt like he was reborn.

In his eyes, any movement of anyone seemed as slow as a snail.

All their blows were weak and light.

Whether it's swords, abilities, white fighting, or instant steps.

It's all like this.

At this moment, he has unparalleled confidence.

It seems that all the backup plans prepared before are going to be wasted.

No need for so many!

Just based on who I am at this moment, no one can defeat me.

Tsunayashiro Shogo thought so confidently, raised the Zanpakuto in his hand high and pointed it at Yamamoto.

However, I don't know why.

After witnessing that scene, whether it was Yamamoto, Unohana, or the other so-called "teachers", they all had indifferent and calm expressions.

As if... he didn't care at all about his companions who were defeated in an instant.

Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni stood quietly where he was.

"is it?"

"This is your trump card."

"If only to this extent..."

As he spoke, he untied the Ryujin Jakka from his waist with a "puff" sound, stuck it vertically into the ground, and walked straight towards Tsunayashiro Shogo.

The old man said calmly:

"Old man."

"It seems that even swords are useless."

As he spoke, he swiftly took off his sleeves and pulled the dark death suit to the sides. He stretched his arms, revealing his muscular body that looked like it was cast in steel.

Yuan Liuzhai's body was covered with various scars, some fine, some hideous, like a network.

Those wounds were all caused by his countless battles.

In the distance, Fujimiya Makoto kicked away an enemy who was rushing towards him, crushed his head with one foot, and rolled it on the ground, staring intently at the battlefield in the center.

He was also watching this scene.

In fact, both he himself and his companions knew it very well.

That's where the final battle will be decided.

[Quack! The old man is taking off his clothes!]

[He must be trying to capture that bearded fellow and use him as a scoundrel!]

Hearing this voice, many colleagues around turned their heads to look at Fujimiya Makoto.

Fujimiya Makoto's face was filled with black lines.

But somehow, I got used to it.

Fortunately, it’s far enough away.

Tsunayashiro Shogo looked at the scene in front of him, but felt insulted. He suddenly widened his eyes and looked at Yamamoto opposite him in disbelief. His beard trembled slightly with the twitching of his face.

Until the end, he was so angry that he laughed.

"Yamamoto Shigekuni!"

"Are you humiliating me in such a ridiculous way?"

His tone was extremely harsh, and he even addressed her by her first name, which was almost an insult.

"Don't you realize it yet?"

"How pathetic."

The old man stopped in front of him.

That calm look was almost contemptuous.

He narrated in a deep and slow voice: "Indeed, if I only looked at my spiritual pressure, I might really be intimidated by you."

"But...."

"There's a gap between the ultimate and the ultimate of the god of death."

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni looked at him, no, to be more precise, he was looking at the spiritual pressure around him.

The spiritual pressure originating from the Soul King's bones continuously burst out from Tsunayashiro Shogo's body, forming a spiritual particle network around him that was almost like a domain.

But at the same time.

The unrefined spirit particles scattered around him, floating and drifting continuously until they spread out in all directions. With his crude and weak control ability, Tsunayashiro Shogo was unable to fully grasp this power, let alone compress and utilize it.

If I have to use a metaphor, it's like a huge balloon that is constantly being blown up.

Huge, and fragile.

This is extremely obvious to Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, who has been constantly training and honing himself step by step to the present day and has almost perfect control over his body and spiritual pressure.

It seemed that he was angered by the contemptuous look, or perhaps he was confident in his own strength.

Tsunayashiro Shogo suddenly raised his voice and roared:

"Then go to die!"

The next moment, his figure suddenly disappeared from where he was.

The speed that was almost driven by pure violence pointed out his landing point with great clarity, but it was still extremely fast.

Tsunayashiro Shogo's hair and beard were all disheveled, and his withered arms held the katana. The dazzling blade drew a dazzling arc in the air, like a floating white silk thread.

Behind them, a cold light flashed across Yan Yuanjinle's lenses.

If the old guy had swung his sword just now, both Saito and Shikatori would have been split in two, right?

There is no reason and no excuse.

This is the power at the level of pure spiritual pressure and spiritual power.

but......

Yan Yuanjinle looked forward.

Facing the dazzling knife in front of him, the old man on the mountain just watched quietly.

Until the moment the blade fell in front of him.

"Ding."

Yamamoto Shigekuni faced forward and held up two fingers.

Tsunayashiro Shogo, who was giving it his all, suddenly widened his eyes, as if they were going to pop out.

At the top of the blade.

Yamamoto's fingers stopped quietly in front.

He grasped his blade.

“Huh…Huh…”

Tsunayashiro Shogo opened his mouth wide, and a gurgling sound like a suppressed roar came from his throat, and no sound came out at all.

It is because the senses are too sharp at this moment.

That's why he had this expression.

Tsunayashiro Shogo could clearly feel that at that moment, the highly condensed spirit particles on the surface of Yamamoto Shigekuni's fingers were like a hot knife cutting into butter. The spirit particles at the same level as his were constantly vibrating and easily broke through the spiritual pressure layer on his body surface.

Then, he pressed down his knife with one finger.

However, although he clearly felt all of this, he was unable to put up any effective resistance.

What on earth is this...

The old man in the mountain was shirtless, looking at him calmly:

"Is it difficult to understand?"

"In the wars between Shinigami, spiritual pressure often plays a decisive role."

"But that is oppression from the superiors against the subordinates."

“On the contrary.”

"When two people's spiritual pressure is at the same level, the difference will be reflected in other aspects."

The moment the words fell, Tsunayashiro Shogo seemed to realize something and subconsciously tried to retract his hand, trying hard to pull the blade back. Even the expression on his old face became panic-stricken.

However, the two seemingly fragile fingers were now clamped in place like a vise, not moving at all.

Yamamoto stretched out his left hand and clenched it into a fist.

"Okay."

"This is the true...ultimate form of death!"

The next moment, the fingertips that were gripping the blade suddenly retracted, and his well-tempered arm exerted a huge force, pulling Tsunayashiro Shogo's arm and suddenly stretching it a little. One could even faintly hear the clear sound of bones stretching.

At the same time, a terrifying spiritual pressure that was violent and condensed to the extreme suddenly erupted from the surface of Yamamoto's clenched fist, as if it was wrapped in a thin layer of air.

The force rises from the ground, penetrates the waist and legs, and the ever-expanding spiritual pressure climbs along the spine and muscles, reaching the arms.

Finally, when the moment comes to strike, strike forward suddenly.

Forming a point of extreme concentration.

It slammed heavily into Tsunayashiro Shogo's shriveled and skinny chest.

The bones and internal organs of the entire chest were completely sunken in as if they had been hit by a cannonball.

Yamamoto's roar resounded through the sky:

"True Ten Bones——!!!"

At that moment, the entire grassland was swept by a surge that spread outward continuously with Yamamoto as the center. The huge force that was condensed and restrained to the extreme was completely penetrated straight ahead.

Everything behind Tsunayashiro Shogo, whether it was soil, boulders, grass roots, or broken wood, was blown away and turned into flying smoke.

In just a short moment, a giant passage that spanned a thousand meters was formed.

The entire valley seemed to be silent for a few seconds after this punch.

Until the end, there was a loud noise that seemed to turn the world upside down and pierced the sky.

At that moment, Fujimiya Makoto watched quietly.

Somehow, a very classic question suddenly came to his mind.

"Have you ever seen this old man in his prime?"

He didn't know whether he would see her again in the future.

But at least, he saw it today.