The Beast

Amidst the wild laughter, Kenpachi Zaraki's right hand dropped, dragging his serrated Zanpakuto along the ground, creating deep grooves and cracks.

Golden spiritual pressure erupted as he transformed into a golden flash, instantly appearing before Tokikaze.

The serrated Zanpakuto rose and fell like a heavy hammer.

This wasn't swordsmanship; it was the raw savagery of a beast with fangs and claws tearing at Tokikaze!

Clang—

Metal clashed against metal, blades collided, and a massive force reverberated, sending shockwaves in all directions.

Through the blades, Tokikaze could see the madness in Kenpachi's eyes, the naked brutality in his narrow pupils.

Compared to him, even the Hollows seemed innocent.

"Haha, now this is a proper fight!"

Kenpachi laughed heartily, his golden spiritual pressure trembling around him.

The serrated blade lifted suddenly, the muscles in his right arm twitching, thick veins bulging like serpents.

Then came a storm of slashes as relentless as a downpour.

The continuous blade trajectories almost formed a curtain of light, covering everything in front of him, scattering endless sparks, the sharp clashing sounds ceaseless.

Unlike Kenpachi's madness, Tokikaze remained calm, his cold eyes showing no emotion. The wind around him grew fiercer, the lightning in the thick clouds above flickered more frequently, and the thunder became increasingly oppressive.

It was the calm before the storm!

Kenpachi's seemingly chaotic onslaught actually controlled the entire battle rhythm. He left his opponent no time to think, forcing them to follow his pace.

But who could rely on instincts better than a beast like Kenpachi?

Tokikaze was adapting.

His exceptional swordsmanship wasn't just for show.

Even Yamamoto Genryusai praised his skills. How could such a brute-force approach breakthrough?

As Tokikaze synchronized with Kenpachi's rhythm at the fastest speed and adapted, the counterattack began.

Cold wind swirled around his blade, spiraling to the tip.

Splat—

Blood burst from Kenpachi's left shoulder, a blooming flower of evil staining the ground.

The pain didn't stop his advance.

Instead, seeing blood only fueled Kenpachi's ferocity, making his attacks even more relentless, abandoning any defense.

He fought by exchanging blows, life for life!

If this were a life-and-death battle, his approach would be understandable.

But this was just a normal combat exchange.

His chaotic, frenzied swings fell like a madman's continuously.

The rampant golden spiritual pressure gradually soaked the surroundings, covering the entire battlefield.

The ground trembled from their clashes, stones leaping, dust flying, the shockwaves nearly destroying the remote area.

"What are you afraid of?" Kenpachi grinned savagely. "Show your full strength!"

"Tokikaze, you are more than this. Don't make me look down on you!"

Facing the taunt, Tokikaze's gaze remained indifferent, looking at his opponent as if he were a dead man.

Sword Art: Brushing Slash!

Spiritual pressure gathered on the blade; the pale blue edge glowed faintly, like stars blooming under the night sky.

"Hah? The old man's swordsmanship?!"

Kenpachi didn't retreat but advanced, his swings even faster, like thunderbolts.

But Tokikaze's blade was faster.

The violent vertical slash landed on Kenpachi's chest, instantly tearing flesh apart, blood gushing like a fountain.

A massive wound stretched from his left shoulder to his right lower abdomen, revealing bones.

For an ordinary person, such an injury would be fatal. But Kenpachi's assault didn't slow. His serrated blade slashed forward without hesitation.

Rip—

The sound of cloth tearing echoed as Tokikaze raised his left arm, five fingers spread, blocking the blade with his palm.

But his left hand was nearly split open by Kenpachi.

This kind of fighting, exchanging injury for injury, was utterly unpredictable.

During the brief battle, Tokikaze noticed Kenpachi's spiritual pressure steadily increasing.

It seemed like cheating but was actually unsealing.

"Hahaha!" Kenpachi laughed, stepping back. "This is a real fight!"

"Tokikaze, I acknowledge your strength!"

As he spoke, he tore off his right eye's eyepatch, unleashing all his spiritual pressure.

A golden spiral beam shot into the sky, tearing through the clouds again.

The dazzling light covered the surroundings, seemingly consuming everything.

Facing the oncoming rampage, Tokikaze remained unfazed. A green glow emanated from his left hand, healing the wound rapidly.

Kaido No. 7: Sinra Sensho.

He hadn't yet studied the secret Kaido, but Sinra Sensho was enough for this battle.

Wiping the blood from his palm, Tokikaze's spiritual pressure surged, forming a giant pillar of light.

Distant winds roared, circling the battlefield, devouring everything.

To defeat a beast like Kenpachi, the best way was to crush him with overwhelming strength in an instant.

Tokikaze's indifferent gaze fixed on the opponent. Thunder roared louder, and the air filled with burning essence as if spirit particles were igniting.

The blue-purple lightning crackled around the blade, filled with full power, turning the already violent thunder even more savage.

Kenpachi quickly adapted to his full spiritual pressure, and the wound on his chest stopped bleeding. His once black pupils turned gray, like a beast that had lost its reason.

"This is too much fun. This is a real fight!"

As he spoke, the golden flash darted out, the ground beneath cracking from the impact, splitting apart layer by layer!

Kenpachi descended like a meteor!

The sound of tearing echoed through the thick clouds, and a massive lightning bolt exploded, forming a blinding beam.

As Tokikaze's blade fell, the lightning bolt crashed down, engulfing Kenpachi's body!

Boom!!

An unmatched shockwave swept across the battlefield, and the wind howled, cleansing everything and creating an apocalyptic scene!