Strange Fighting Style

The dust had not yet settled.

A naked figure shot towards Tokikaze like an arrow, instantly closing the distance.

Both ferocity and an imposing chest appeared simultaneously, causing even someone as seasoned as Tokikaze to lose focus momentarily.

"Kaname family brat, threatening me is still too early for you."

Shihōin Yoruichi grinned viciously, her sharp canines showing as her powerful punch whistled through the air, the impact force erupting instantly.

Her angle of attack clearly showed that Yoruichi had been annoyed by Tokikaze's expression for a long time.

Boom!

The violent force struck, sending a black silhouette like a streak of white into a distant warehouse.

Boom!

The building collapsed instantly, raising more dust and burying the surroundings in debris.

Not far away, Ishikawa Naoto, collecting traces, hadn't yet figured out what had happened.

An overwhelming spiritual pressure suddenly covered the entire warehouse area.

Caught off guard, Ishikawa Naoto stumbled, almost falling to the ground.

Realising he was once again caught in a battle beyond his level, Ishikawa Naoto gripped his Zanpakutō with both hands, supporting his trembling legs, and hurriedly fled the battlefield.

The aftermath of such a battle could easily kill him.

As one of the pillars of the 13th Division, Ishikawa Naoto believed he shouldn't die so ingloriously; at least his death should have some value.

Tokikaze stood up from the rubble, his left hand emitting a green light, and he healed his right arm as quickly as possible.

Because he was momentarily distracted, he only managed to protect his face with his right hand, avoiding disfigurement.

The wind blew, scattering debris.

Before Tokikaze could fully recover, Yoruichi's fierce attack came again.

In the rising dust, her punch tore through the air, filled with violent force, appearing like a falling meteor in his line of sight.

Seeing this, Tokikaze couldn't care about his injury anymore.

This crazy woman always aimed for his handsome face; taking a hit would be detrimental to him and to Matsumoto Rangiku and the others.

Yoruichi didn't realise the serious consequences of this.

Tokikaze's Danwind Cloak solidified, infused with Fullbring power, greatly enhancing its defence. At the same time, his body erupted with strong Kidō power.

Straight punch, full force!

Bang!

Their fists collided, and the visible shockwave soared, tearing through the air and dust, forming a raging wind.

Their powerful spiritual pressures clashed, sending ripples through the air, and the ground cracked with black fissures, spreading like a web over a hundred meters.

Golden eyes narrowed, Yoruichi exclaimed:

"Shunkō?!"

"No, there's a difference from Shunkō!"

Tokikaze observed the scene before him.

Purple hair fluttered behind her, her tanned skin heaving with her powerful attacks, her near-perfect abs tightening her waist, and her strong thighs exuding power.

"Still in development."

After appreciating the view, Tokikaze thoughtfully nodded, "Currently, it doesn't reach the ferocity of Miss Yoruichi's technique."

"But it's enough to deal with enemies."

Hearing this, Yoruichi looked surprised.

As the former captain of the Second Division, she knew the difficulty of developing Shunkō.

Without guidance, developing Shunkō alone required immense time and effort.

Though his technique wasn't up to Shunkō standards yet, it was close.

From this alone, Tokikaze seemed more suited to the Second Division than the Ninth.

Though they were fighting, their focus was different.

Yoruichi quickly noticed Tokikaze's inappropriate gaze and scoffed disdainfully:

"Tsk, the head of the Kaname family, a lecher."

Before she finished speaking, her small fist retracted, and another punch came forward, the air cracking under the pressure.

Tokikaze smiled, facing the pressure, replying quickly:

"In this situation, distinguishing between sexy and lewd is hard."

"I only know that the moon is full; not looking would be ungracious."

Yoruichi coldly laughed, her punch stronger than before, tearing the ground:

"Just as I thought, the head of the Kaname family is a lecher!"

Yoruichi lived up to her title as the Flash Goddess; in a bare-handed fight, Tokikaze was constantly on the defensive.

Fortunately, Yoruichi wasn't fully adapted to this combat form; even her Shunkō occasionally fluctuated.

The dust swirled around, obscuring their figures.

To those in the know, it was a fight; to others, it might seem more illicit.

Tokikaze prided himself on his combat skills, but he felt somewhat powerless under this pressure.

Realising he needed to draw his sword, he found Yoruichi's attacks left no opportunity.

He had underestimated her.

Unlike the Yoruichi in the original story, who had been idle for a century, this Yoruichi had only defected from the Soul Society for over three years and was still in her prime.

Her combat awareness and spiritual power were flawless.

Understanding this, Tokikaze calmed down, no longer ogling Yoruichi's body, and fully utilised his advanced Hakuda techniques.

Though not equal, he could regain some ground.

Unseen Hakuda techniques unfolded before Yoruichi, surprising her and causing suspicion.

The Second Division was renowned for Hakuda mastery.

Currently, the most skilled in Hakuda after Yoruichi was her successor, Suì-Fēng.

Could Suì-Fēng have...?

Countless thoughts swirled in Yoruichi's mind, her punches momentarily slowing.

Seizing the chance, Tokikaze's palm burst with spiritual pressure, crackling with lightning.

"Hadō #63: Raikōhō!"

Sensing danger, Yoruichi instinctively countered.

Their palms clashed, spiritual pressure surged, and the Kidō light flickered, white steam rising between them.

The Raikōhō, capable of demolishing an area, fizzled out instantly.

Anti-Kidō Clash!