Chapter 676 Goodbye, the only Man Who Can Please Me

"So, is there really someone who deliberately seals his power in order to fight with someone all the time, just to be able to fight all the time?" Outside Wujian, Tsukishima asked with an unbelievable expression: "Aren't you also the Nine-Day Kenpachi? So, you also have this idea?"

Hongjiang said expressionlessly: "I don't have the idea of ​​looking for trouble, and I prefer quarreling to fighting."

You are also quite weird..., Tsukishima secretly complained in his heart, and just as he was about to say something, a strange feeling suddenly hit his heart.

It was as if he was standing on the edge of a cliff, and if he took another step forward, he would fall into the bottomless abyss.

He wanted to step back, but his legs seemed to be nailed to the ground, and he could only stand on the edge of the cliff alone and desperately.

"You, did you feel it?"

Hongjiang nodded, "I didn't expect that it could still have a slight impact across this door."

Seeing Tsukishima's pale face, Hongjiang released his spiritual pressure and gently wrapped Tsukishima behind him, and the other party's face suddenly improved.

"Thank you very much."

"I still need you. If you really need you at that time, don't do anything small and consider it as repaying me."

Tsukishima returned a smile. It was not known whether he agreed or not, but Hongjiang was too lazy to pay attention to him.

Being able to penetrate the gate of Wujian had a certain impact on Tsukishima. I guess this was Sister Hua's Bankai. Since this method has been used, I think there will be results soon.

Separated by a door, the whole Wujian seemed to have turned into a world of blood. Although Zaraki didn't know what the liquid that seemed to cover the entire space was for, and it didn't cause him any substantial harm, he did feel that he was in danger.

But this feeling seemed to stimulate Zaraki instead. He laughed happily, and the blade swept a wave of blood on the ground, rushing towards the end of Unohana.

Unohana also showed a look of joy, and swung all the swords in his hand, as if splashing ink, and swung a blood mark.

Zaraki chopped down directly, cutting the blood mark in half, and then collided with Unohana's blade.

Although there was no winner this time, neither of them kept too far away from each other, only one or two steps at most. After adjusting their postures, they immediately swung at each other again.

Suddenly, the crisp sound of blades colliding could be heard. Having experienced life and death more than a few times, Zeraki seemed to be no different from Unohana at this moment.

Neither of them could hurt the other, but every attack was with the idea of ​​completely defeating the opponent. The fierce offensive and fiery will seemed to boil the blood around them.

But before he knew it, Zeraki found that his arms were covered with dense and small wounds. No, not only his arms, but his whole body was covered with small wounds. The whole person had almost merged with the blood around him.

Knife wounds? No, these were not knife wounds, but he was melting!

The skin melted little by little, revealing the bright red muscles and blood vessels inside.

The flesh and blood melted little by little, and he could already see the white bones of the hand holding the sword, and his whole body was slowly melting.

The pain had turned into numbness, or rather, he could still feel the pain, but the feeling of racing against time and swinging the sword with endless pain was really refreshing, extremely refreshing.

The spiritual pressure in his body exploded, and he simply shattered the soft flesh and blood at once. Half of his body had turned into bones, and he raised his sword and chopped at Unohana again and again.

If I don't kill the woman in front of me within a certain period of time, I will definitely die first, right? This is what Zaraki thought in his heart, but there was no sense of urgency.

He could feel that this battle was different, different from all the previous battles, feelings, desires, etc., everything was different.

The parts of his body that he could see were all white bones, and his eyes felt like they were about to jump out at any time, but he was still standing, still able to control himself, or his body was swinging the sword by itself. As long as there was something supporting him, he would not stop fighting!

Suddenly, he saw Unohana on the opposite side, who also looked like a skeleton, terrifying and familiar to him.

It was as if a lock suddenly opened in his heart, and the already clear memories became completely secret-free. That was how he fought against Unohana.

He remembered, everything. It was this bloody world that made him feel the limit. There was no way back, he could only keep moving forward, he could not fall down, he could only stand and swing his sword. Life and death were only a matter of a moment, but he didn't care about it at all, because the feeling of wrestling with people on the edge of the cliff was so refreshing!

Another trance, the world was still the bloody world, but he and Unohana on the opposite side were no longer the white bones.

But Zeraki was no longer confused. He knew that he had been sleeping all the time. In the sleeping state, he just copied the sword exchanges with Unohana in his dreams.

Zeraki smiled, clenched the knife in his hand, and rushed towards Unohana again.

He used to think that such a battle had no name, but now thanks to Unohana, he finally got an epiphany.

It was not his body, sword, spiritual pressure, or even his will that supported him in the fight.

What supported him in the fight was the fight itself. As long as he could still fight, he would not fall down easily!

The man in front of her had changed. No, he was back. He was completely the same as the figure that had amazed her a thousand years ago.

Unohana looked at Zaraki who rushed towards her with a sword, and a relieved smile appeared on her face. The sin she carried had been removed, and the stagnant time began to turn again.

The blade full of gaps had stabbed in front of her, but Unohana did not retreat or block, as if she was looking forward to its arrival.

Zaraki Kenpachi, you know, I like fighting, I like it very much, to the extent that I can't help myself.

You should know, at least I know that you like fighting, and I must have discovered this earlier than you.

The cold tip of the knife pressed against the scar between the collarbones, which was where it had been in the past and where it was going to return now, but this time, the scar should not be painful and unbearable.

Zaraki Kenpachi, you learned how to seal yourself in order to enjoy fighting forever. I learned how to heal myself in order to enjoy fighting forever.

However, I am now very sure that the power I have obtained exists for this battle.

There can only be one Kenpachi in an era, that is an inherent law and an inevitable fate. Because, when the strong find the next strong, he can no longer swing the sword for himself.

That is because the blade must be forced to choose between killing the next strong or nurturing him.

The broken blade pierced the wound, but the cold touch made Unohana feel warm.

Her blade had made a choice when she met that child. The boy who finally fell under her blade because of sealing the power was qualified to be called "Kenpachi"!

The face of the child in the memory and the man in front of him completely overlapped. You have grown up and can stab this place without jumping up.

The coldness in her eyes has dissipated, with regret and relief. The stopped time has finally been corrected by her. The child who should have become Kenpachi has finally taken away what should have belonged to him.

Unohana wanted to speak, but she couldn't make a sound. She could only say goodbye silently. I don't know if this feeling can be conveyed to the other person.

"Goodbye, the only man in the world who can please me."