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Chapter 562: Could He Be That Man?
Chapter 562: Could He Be That Man?
The power of a Shinigami was indeed formidable.
Even the average captain-level Bankai, with its explosive spiritual pressure, could cause significant impact if unleashed without restraint in the World of the Living, leading to immense destruction.
As for those 'super captain-level' individuals like Captain Unohana Retsu and Captain-Commander Yamamoto Genryuusai Shigekuni, the consequences of their full spiritual pressure release during Bankai were even more unimaginable.
Captain-Commander Yamamoto Genryuusai Shigekuni's Bankai unleashed heat comparable to the temperature of the sun's core. Even if it fell short of a star's power, it could still manifest a fraction of a star's might during its activation, and its mere presence was enough to annihilate all of Soul Society!
Captain Unohana Retsu, second only to the Captain-Commander in strength among the Gotei 13, was also a super captain-level existence. If Captain-Commander Yamamoto's combat prowess were a ten, then she would be a solid seven!
However, to Feng Ye at this moment, such displays of power could only be considered decent. Even without taking his time-based abilities into account, his sheer physical prowess and energy output placed his combat capabilities at a data rating of over thirty!
"Such immense spiritual pressure, befitting of the first Kenpachi..."
"Looks like I'll need to get a little serious."
Feng Ye gazed at the vast spiritual pressure erupting from Captain Unohana, rising to the heavens, and the blood that seeped along the blade and permeated the surrounding void like the arrival of hell, and he spoke softly.
He lifted the fruit knife in his hand, holding it horizontally in front of him, and a faint golden glow appeared in his eyes.
The power unleashed by Captain Unohana in her Bankai state was already considerable. While he could probably withstand it with just the fruit knife, any nick or chip in the blade would be somewhat embarrassing.
Buzz!!!
A dazzling light emanated from Feng Ye's hand, enveloping the fruit knife and transforming it. The blade became thicker and longer, taking on the form of a sword!
The Golden Reincarnation Sword!
"Just a little serious...?"
Captain Unohana lifted her head, her beautiful face still adorned with a gentle and serene expression, but her eyes burned with a fiery intensity as if she wanted to devour Feng Ye whole.
Feng Ye's strength did not dampen her fighting spirit; instead, it excited her and fueled her fervor. She yearned for battles against powerful opponents!
Only in clashes with formidable foes could she find true exhilaration and delight!
Swoosh!!!
In the next instant, Captain Unohana vanished from her original spot and reappeared directly in front of Feng Ye. She swung her sword downward, aiming at Feng Ye.
The blade of her Zanpakuto had completely melted into a pool of crimson blood. With a flick of her wrist, it transformed into a whip of blood, arcing through the air and lashing toward Feng Ye.
Sizzle!
Feng Ye calmly raised his golden sword, meeting Captain Unohana's blood-like blade, and a sizzling sound filled the air.
The collision between the two created a visible arc of light, spreading outward from their swords like two clashing force fields—one emitting a pale golden radiance and the other, a vivid blood-red.
Feng Ye blocked Captain Unohana's first strike in her Bankai state.
"...!"
A smile appeared on Captain Unohana's face.
Her smile was like a blooming Calla lily—elegant and beautiful. Amidst the crimson hue was a fierce heat intense enough to set anyone ablaze, like flickering flames reaching upward.
In this moment, her emotions mirrored her smile—joyful and thrilled, with a fiery passion akin to the flames themselves.
A man who could withstand her Bankai!
An opponent who could fight her at full strength!
It had been a long time since she had encountered such a foe, and she relished this high-spirited battle, her blood pumping faster with excitement, as she savored the sheer pleasure of combat.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!!!
Captain Unohana unleashed a relentless barrage of attacks.
She wielded her Zanpakuto in her right hand and grasped a handful of crimson blood with her left, which transformed into another blood-red sword. She struck at Feng Ye from both sides in quick succession.
Feng Ye remained unmoved, holding the golden sword with effortless grace, swinging it up, down, left, and right with natural ease. Each move and parry was flawless, rendering Captain Unohana's fierce assault futile, as none of her attacks could breach his sword's defenses.
Boom! Boom! Boom!!!
While their exchange seemed simple, the constantly erupting spiritual pressure created tangible shockwaves that rippled outward in layers, shaking the surroundings.
The air trembled,
buildings crumbled,
and the earth shattered.
Lieutenant Izuru, who had been forced to retreat a thousand meters away, could withstand the spiritual pressure of an average captain-level Shinigami, but Captain Unohana's Bankai was beyond his ability to withstand.
Even at this distance, he felt an immense oppressive force.
"How can they be fighting at this level...?"
"That strange man is actually holding his own against the captain's Bankai..."
Cold sweat dripped from Izuru's forehead as his body trembled involuntarily, much like the air around him.
The crimson blood and spiritual pressure enveloped a wide area of several hundred meters, making it difficult for him to see the details of the battle between Captain Unohana and Feng Ye, but that did not stop him from sensing the intensity of their clash and the surging waves of spiritual pressure.
The ground nearby had already cracked, forming ravines that stretched for over a thousand meters.
"This is bad."
"If this continues, even with the captain's exceptional control, focusing the attack's power on a single point, the spreading aftermath will still destroy this entire area..."
Izuru's expression was tense, but he was powerless to do anything. In the face of such a high-level battle, even as a lieutenant, he felt minuscule, like a tiny boat adrift in a tempestuous sea, unable to find solid footing.
Shielded by Lisbeth's barrier, she couldn't directly sense the tumultuous spiritual pressure that seemed to surge like ocean waves between heaven and earth. But even with her naked eyes, she could tell that an incredibly powerful force was clashing and exploding amidst that vast display.
It far exceeded her imagination of what a Shinigami could be, shattering her preconceived notions and making her realize that a Shinigami could attain such a formidable level of strength!
"Will Mr. Feng Ye be alright?" Hiromi asked, her eyes reflecting a hint of worry as she gazed at the turbulent world of blood a thousand meters away. She took a deep breath, trying to calm the shock she felt.
Lisbeth, with a serene expression, replied, "In this world, besides Zero, no one is stronger than Brother Feng."
"Zero?" Hiromi inquired, her eyes clouded with confusion.
Lisbeth didn't elaborate and simply continued watching the battle quietly, but on the little hand she kept behind her back, a faint trace of crimson blood could be seen pulsing at her fingertips.
Retsu Unohana was stronger than her.
Lisbeth was born in the One Piece world, and aside from Feng Ye, there was no stronger being at the time of her birth. However, since traveling from the One-Punch Man world, she had encountered multiple beings stronger than herself, especially in this world, where there were many beings more powerful than her.
Although she understood that none of these beings could surpass Feng Ye, as his child, she felt uncomfortable with her own weakness. It implied that there were fewer things she could do for Feng Ye, like defeating Retsu Unohana, which was beyond her capabilities.
"I need to become stronger too," Lisbeth murmured to herself.
This was the first time she had ever thought about becoming stronger. She needed to be able to do more for her father.
...
The battle raged on.
Retsu Unohana, in the midst of her intense clash with Feng Ye, experienced a joy and thrill she hadn't felt in a long time. The excitement of the fight eventually reached its peak, causing her to fall into a brief state of trance.
When she finally snapped out of it and regained full consciousness, she noticed that Feng Ye's demeanor had remained unchanged throughout the battle. He was always calm and composed, as if the fight didn't stir any emotions within him.
"Does my battle...not evoke any response from you?" Retsu Unohana asked, her gentle voice contrasting with the hellish scene of blood and her sword dripping with it.
Although the fight had yet to yield a clear winner, she was acutely aware that Feng Ye's strength surpassed hers. He effortlessly blocked all her attacks with mere defense, leaving her unable to break through.
While there were defensive-oriented swordsmanship styles in this world, the vast majority emphasized offense. In other words, if she couldn't even break through Feng Ye's defense, she would most likely be unable to withstand his offensive strikes.
"I'm not particularly interested in fighting itself," Feng Ye replied calmly as he parried Retsu Unohana's attacks with his sword.
He wasn't a battle maniac who craved combat. While he didn't exactly dislike it, he didn't particularly enjoy it either. What he relished was the feeling of overwhelming his opponents with absolute power. He despised evenly matched battles.
Retsu Unohana was his opposite in this regard. She didn't enjoy crushing weaker opponents; they held no appeal for her. What she sought were evenly matched battles against powerful foes.
"I see," she said softly. "Then I apologize for being too forward. I wanted you to suppress your strength and fight me, a weaker opponent. But...I still hope to witness your initiative in attacking."
Despite having experienced the joy of battle she hadn't felt in a long time, a woman's desires knew no bounds, and her thirst for combat was no exception. She wanted to see Feng Ye's attack.
Since she couldn't break through his defense, it meant that she couldn't force him to take the offensive with her own strength.
If she wanted to see Feng Ye's sword in action, she would have to make a request.
Although such a request was akin to asking for death, her desire to witness his true power outweighed her fear of death.
Feng Ye's swordsmanship, his calm and unflustered demeanor, his robust physique, and his immense power... Everything about him made her feel like every cell and soul in her body was thrilling and trembling with excitement, an allure she couldn't resist.
"Since it's your request..." Feng Ye smiled gently and said, "I shall oblige."
Retsu Unohana ceased her attacks and backed away by a dozen or so meters. She held her Zanpakuto, dripping with blood, horizontally in front of her.
She understood that Feng Ye's attack was not to be taken lightly. While she yearned to witness this strike, she wasn't seeking death. Death would rob her of the pleasure of battle, so her aversion to it was even stronger than that of an ordinary person.
This might seem contradictory, but it was the truth.
The fact that she had survived her battle with Kenpachi Zaraki as a teenager and had only chosen to die to unseal him when Soul Society faced extinction supported this.
Unless there came a time when death was necessary to protect something truly important, she would never willingly embrace it, no matter the circumstances—be it defeat, humiliation, or anything else. Nothing was more important to her than the thrill of battle.
"Come," she said, gripping her sword and taking a steadying breath. She assumed her most serious stance, preparing to meet his attack with the strongest defensive swordsmanship she had learned in her lifetime.
Under her intense gaze, Feng Ye moved.
His actions were unremarkable; he simply took a step toward her. There was no sudden burst of speed, no visual interference or deception, just a simple step that brought him within her proximity. And then he swung his sword.
With that one sword strike, the earth crumbled, the sky split, and space...shattered!
The Soul Society was a spiritual world built upon the power of the Soul King, with a small portion of Feng Ye's strength as its foundation. The resilience of space here was stronger than in the World of the Living. To tear apart space in this realm meant to break the Soul Society itself.
Yet, Feng Ye's single sword strike achieved this, ripping open a huge, pitch-black fissure that instantly divided the entire world.
It was soundless.
Everything quietly crumbled.
Unohana's attempt to parry Feng Ye's sword was almost meaningless. Whether it was swordsmanship or pure strength, she was completely overwhelmed by his strike.
The blood-like Bankai blade instantly snapped in half, along with the surging spiritual pressure, as if a sword had cleaved the sea.
All resistance was incredibly fragile, crumbling like dry twigs under Feng Ye's might.
Spiritual pressure, Zanpakuto, space, the sky and earth, and even her body—all were cleaved in two by that pitch-black strike, as if a black brush had painted a dark stroke across the heavens and earth.
"..."
Unohana looked at Feng Ye, and a never-before-seen light shone in her eyes.
A power she had never experienced before.
A power she had never felt before.
This power made her soul and heart tremble, and every cell in her body, yearning to battle strong opponents, seemed to be conveying a sense of euphoria, pushing her emotions to their peak.
Unfortunately...
She wouldn't be able to experience this again...
In that moment, she experienced a pleasure she had never known before, along with the sensation of impending death.
She had originally come to find a powerful warrior she admired, wanting to find someone who could carry on the legacy of Kenpachi. But now, none of that mattered because Feng Ye's existence rendered the title of 'Kenpachi' insignificant.
Whether the legacy was passed on or not no longer held any importance.
As these thoughts flashed through her mind, she slowly closed her eyes, feeling the power within her fading away, and her consciousness gradually dissipating.
But.
Just as her consciousness was about to plunge into darkness, she suddenly heard a voice.
"Don't be in a hurry to die."
Along with this gentle voice, she felt a warm power surge into her body, causing her shattered soul to pause and then slowly reintegrate.
She blinked in surprise and opened her eyes to see Feng Ye gently retracting his hand.
She was well aware of the severity of her previous injuries. Her entire body had been cleaved in two, and her chains of fate and soul sleep had been completely destroyed. There was no possibility of reversal, and even with her medical skills, she couldn't sustain her life.
Yet, this fatal wound had been reversed by the man before her!
Feng Ye lowered his hand, smiled faintly, and said calmly, "On the path of the sword, continue to strive forward. I look forward to seeing you reach even greater heights."
Unohana's talent in swordsmanship was indeed powerful, but it was limited to the Zanpakuto and the power of a Shinigami, focusing more on sword pressure and sword stance, which deviated from the essence of swordsmanship.
By showing her a path and opening a door, she would soon be able to step into this new level.
The path of the sword has no boundaries, and Feng Ye also wanted to witness more top-notch swordsmanship and sword intent, so that his own sword technique could be honed and improved.
Swish!
After saying this, Feng Ye silently vanished from the spot.
Unohana stood there, staring at the direction where Feng Ye had disappeared. Escaping death was certainly a joyous occasion for her, as it meant she could continue to savor the thrill of battle.
However, the thoughts running through her mind at this moment were not about her survival but rather a jumble of chaotic threads and emotions.
A few days ago.
The Soul Society and the Hollows' realm were in spiritual turmoil.
Super-captain-level Shinigami like Yamamoto Genryuusai Shigekuni could cause the Soul Society to tremble with their Bankai, but they couldn't cross worlds and affect the Hollows' realm as well.
And then, a man with a name she had never heard before appeared, possessing swordsmanship that surpassed her own, an indistinct level of strength, and healing abilities that exceeded hers.
Could all of this be a coincidence?
She didn't think so.
If these weren't mere coincidences, then who was that man... Unohana took a soft breath, and a thought formed in her mind.
The duty of the Gotei 13 was to follow the will of the Soul King and protect the Seireitei and the peace of the Soul Society.
The will of the Soul King was supreme. He had created the Soul Society, and his existence was equivalent to that of the Soul Society itself.
But,
In the legends, it was said that there were not one but two kings who had created the Soul Society.
One was the Soul King, residing in the Royal Palace. The other's existence couldn't be confirmed because he had left no traces in the million-year history of the Soul Society.
He was known as—
The Hollow King.
(End of Chapter)
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