Remnant Sun Prison Garb

From this moment on, the battle unfolding before their eyes truly became a battle for Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni alone.

It wasn't that the other lieutenants or Shinigami wanted to watch from the sidelines.

Rather, they were now like Italy standing next to Hitler on the World War II battlefield.

The effort Yamamoto expended to protect them was perhaps even greater than that used for attacking.

Even if Unohana Retsu dared to step into this battlefield, the fate awaiting her would surely be a swift death.

With Kunitsuna Shōgo's current spiritual pressure, he had the right to do just that.

"Buzz—"

Kunitsuna Shōgo and Yamamoto Genryūsai locked eyes.

The two spiritual pressures, expanded and condensed to the extreme, continuously spread in all directions, forming subtle gravitational currents in the air. The space in their field of vision was distorted by their stare.

If ordinary Shinigami were to approach, their spiritual body structure would be completely crushed by the terrifying spiritual pressure from both sides.

It was a power that completely surpassed the limits of the existence of a Shinigami.

However, in the face of this situation, feeling the total spiritual pressure vaguely surpassing his own.

A smile slowly appeared on Yamamoto Genryūsai's face.

"Despair?"

"I hope you can truly achieve it."

He started walking, step by step, towards Kunitsuna Shōgo.

His muscular body covered in scars passed like medals as he walked.

Yamamoto Genryūsai's life was never a 'unrivaled'爽文.

On the contrary, he had encountered countless setbacks throughout his life.

Whether it was becoming a Shinigami;

Or developing Bankai;

Or being miserably defeated by Kazeshini;

Or even reaching this point...

Each of the scars and marks on his body told of his painful, difficult memories that needed no words.

Some came from powerful enemies, some from friends, some from disciples.

But all of this clearly showed his attitude toward those who bared their blades at him.

You want to prove yourself too?

Then come, cut here.

Strength and weakness are decided by swords.

Beneath those heavy, thick eyebrows, in the eyes that remained as rebellious as ever no matter who he looked at, it was as if raging flames were burning.

This was Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni.

As if feeling the raging battle intent in his chest, Kunitsuna Shōgo's arrogant eyes paused, but the next moment they were filled with intense anger, as if he had been insulted:

"Then I'll show you!"

Along with his angry words, Kunitsuna Shōgo raised his sword, shouting the same liberation phrase as Yamamoto:

"All things in the universe, turn to ashes!"

"Ryūjin Jakka!"

A flame-covered katana appeared in Kunitsuna Shōgo's hand.

Not only that, but because his total spiritual pressure was slightly higher than Yamamoto's, Kunitsuna's entire body was burning with tiny sparks.

Noticing this scene, a look of disdain appeared on Yamamoto's face.

As if to say.

Is that all?

Kunitsuna Shōgo's eyes twitched, and he roared:

"Fire Encampment Walls!!!"

Along with that extremely angry roar, pillars of fire like city walls spewed out from the ground, emitting explosive sounds. The walls of fire covered the entire prairie, as if to block all of Yamamoto's retreats in advance.

He wantonly unleashed this almost endless spiritual pressure.

Just to suppress this guy!

Why?

Why can you still be so calm when facing a strong opponent?

Yamamoto still looked at him with disdain, his voice cold:

"Ryūjin Jakka is not used like this."

"Idiot."

The next moment, his figure suddenly disappeared from Kunitsuna's vision.

Kunitsuna Shōgo was stunned for a moment, and then immediately swung his blade forward.

Compared to the last time he died, his reaction, perception, and physical ability had all increased.

In an instant, the two blades collided.

"Thump—"

A muffled sound like the beating of a drum rang out in the air.

Even though Fujimiya Makoto was standing far away, he could clearly feel discomfort in his body after hearing the heavy sound.

Several Shinigami standing near him had even collapsed to the ground with pale faces, and many were lying weakly on the ground, unable to suppress the blood gushing from their mouths.

He immediately shouted:

"Those who can still run, help your companions and retreat to the distance!"

"This is no longer a place we can set foot in!"

Fujimiya Makoto's order came in a timely manner.

Many people still retained the most basic ability to act.

However, when looking at the center of the battlefield, fear still uncontrollably appeared in their eyes.

Could a Shinigami really reach this level of power?

Even Xiao Po Dao was shouting loudly.

[Ribbit! Strong people are here, Fujimiya run away!]

[Go to Kaname that bespectacled man! Run away with him!]

[The world is in danger!]

What do you mean?!

Fujimiya Makoto was stunned for a moment, subconsciously wanting to retort.

But then, a more heavy thud than before had resounded through the sky.

Yamamoto and Kunitsuna were fighting frantically.

Whether it was Yamamoto himself, or Kunitsuna Shōgo, both had never encountered such a strong opponent in their lives.

After reaching the pinnacle of the Shinigami domain, Yamamoto Genryūsai had not unleashed his full strength like today for an unknown amount of time, scattering like he had done as a young man in the face of a powerful opponent!

The katanas rubbed and collided with each other repeatedly, issuing a series of whistles that almost shattered eardrums in the sharp metallic sounds, but even sound couldn't keep up with the speed of their swords.

However, this stalemate didn't last long.

Just as Yamamoto had said.

Even though it was the same Ryūjin Jakka, the other party's mastery was far inferior to him.

"Flame Coil!"

The firelight condensed on the surface of Yamamoto's blade burst open at the moment of impact, instantly engulfing half of Kunitsuna Shōgo's body. The raging flames instantly covered the erupting fire streams on the opponent's blade, burning half of his body into charred black.

"Ah—!!!"

The intense pain brought by the fire instantly engulfed all of Kunitsuna Shōgo's senses, but he still roared in this pain, charging straight towards Yamamoto, trying his best to stab him in the body.

However, the fate of a cornered beast was only a swift death.

Kunitsuna had just raised his blade when a flash of light had already streaked across his neck.

On the battlefield where Fujimiya Makoto had been, another corpse of the Yūjin Army began to burn, and the head was also severed.

In less than half a second, a new head had grown out of the corpse that had fallen in front of Yamamoto, and the charred half of his body was restored.

His body and face were clearly half a point younger than before.

Kunitsuna Shōgo shouted loudly:

"Again!"

Yamamoto's gaze remained calm, but the flames on the blade burned more fiercely, as if a layer of gasoline had been poured on it, and he continued to slash towards the other party without hesitation.

Swordsmanship at the pinnacle;

Well-tempered Hakuda;

Shunpo that was masterful to the point of perfection;

Even top-level Kidō that could exert its full power without the need for an incantation.

Zanjutsu, Hakuda, Kidō, and Hoho, all reached the extreme.