Chapter 1046 Absolute Power!

Deep in the dark alley, the moonlight was thin and could only barely outline the figures of the two people.

Kurosaki Ichigo, a seemingly ordinary high school student, hides an unknown secret - he is the descendant of a combination of a god of death and a human, and his body has blood that can control spiritual power.

At this moment, he was facing a seemingly ordinary but extremely powerful homeless man. Every movement of the homeless man revealed extraordinary strength and skill, as if his body was not made of flesh and blood, but made of steel.

"This is impossible, how can a human being make such an action!"

Kurosaki Ichigo murmured to himself, his eyes full of shock and confusion. In his past understanding, although the limits of the human body can be challenged, it can never reach such an inhuman state.

Every turn and every kick of the tramp is like a precisely calculated dance, both elegant and deadly, completely subverting his definition of the word "human".

"Humans can't do it? Don't underestimate humans, kid!"

The tramp's voice is low and full of power, and his eyes sparkle with an indescribable light, which is a kind of enthusiasm and persistence in endless exploration of one's own limits.

"Absolutely integrate your body and will into one, exert the most powerful and extreme power, and everything impossible will become possible. This is absolute power!"

The homeless man's words were like a torrent, impacting Kurosaki Ichigo's heart.

He began to think about whether there really was a power that could allow people to transcend their own limitations and reach unprecedented heights. The tramp's next explanation made him fall into deep thought.

"Control all changes within yourself and beat your body to keep getting stronger. If your body can't do it, beat it until you can!"

There was a hint of cruelty in the tramp's words, but they also revealed an almost paranoid persistence.

This method of constantly challenging oneself and squeezing potential is both unfamiliar and shocking to Kurosaki Ichigo. He never thought that obtaining power could be so direct and cruel.

"What are you talking about!"

Kurosaki Ichigo couldn't help shouting, his heart was full of doubts and resistance.

This way of gaining strength through self-abuse is incompatible with the beliefs he upholds. However, the tramp ignored his doubts and proved his words with actions.

A violent storm of punches and kicks struck again, and Kurosaki Ichigo could only bear it passively. His body rolled in the air, and every impact made him feel unprecedented pain.

But in this severe pain, some kind of power in his body seemed to be quietly awakened. Shiro Ichigo, the existence that represents the violence and desire deep in his heart, is ready to break free and compete with the tramp.

However, just when Shiro Ichigo was about to lose control, Uncle Zangetsu suppressed Shiro Ichigo back.

At this moment, Kurosaki Ichigo seemed to hear the voice deep in his heart, which was the desire for power and the insistence on self-control.

Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed the homeless man's fist. At that moment, time seemed to freeze.

Kurosaki Ichigo felt the power surging within his body. It was an unprecedented feeling, as if he had reached an unprecedented unity with his body, will and even soul.

"I feel it."

He murmured to himself, his eyes shining with determination and confidence.

"I feel that something called absolute power integrates all changes inside and outside myself, and then manifests and uses it."

With a low roar, Kurosaki Ichigo punched out. This punch gathered all his will and power, like the first ray of sunlight at dawn, penetrating the shackles of darkness.

The homeless man was knocked away by this sudden blow, and the wall behind him was heavily smashed, with gravel flying and dust flying everywhere.

When the dust settled, Kurosaki Ichigo quickly stepped forward to check on the homeless man. He found that his heartbeat was extremely violent, which was a kind of excitement and excitement from the inside out.

He had never felt his power so clearly, nor had he been so sure that he could master it.

"Hey, are you okay?"

he asked with concern, even though he knew that the homeless man was far more powerful than he could imagine.

The homeless man struggled to get up from the ground, with a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were still bright and determined.

"Ahem, cough, cough, it's okay. I have mastered absolute power. Such an injury can be recovered in less than a day."

There was a sense of pride and confidence in his words, as if the injury was just a trivial ordeal to him.

Hearing this, Kurosaki Ichigo couldn't help but be speechless. He knew that his father had been running a clinic for many years and had extensive research on medical knowledge, and he was also influenced by it.

But the speed of recovery mentioned by the homeless man was far beyond his understanding. This made him feel even more curious and in awe of the "absolute power" mentioned by the homeless man.

"Is it so outrageous?"

Kurosaki Ichigo had secretly made up his mind.

He wants to explore the source of this power, master it, control it, and make himself stronger.

There was an imperceptible smile hanging on the corner of the tramp's mouth. Although his face was as pale as paper and blood was constantly flowing from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were extremely bright, as if he could see into the essence of everything in the world.

Although his words were somewhat ridiculing and uninhibited, each word struck straight into the depths of Kurosaki Ichigo's soul.

"Kid, don't be intimidated by the sight in front of you. Remember, the road to a berserker is never a smooth road paved with flowers. It is full of thorns and challenges, but it is these that create the true strong."

Although the homeless man's voice sounded weak, it revealed unquestionable power.

"Kid, you may think that becoming a Berserker is the end, but in fact, this is just the beginning of your true journey."

The tramp's voice was hoarse and deep, and every word he spoke was accompanied by a violent cough. Bright red blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, dripping along his chin and falling to the ground, mixing with the surrounding dust, forming a shocking picture.

However, his eyes were extremely bright, as if they could penetrate all illusions and look directly into the deepest desires and fears of people's hearts.

"Is it really okay?"

Kurosaki Ichigo complained.

"Don't worry, this is just my body expelling dead cells and tissues."

The homeless man said calmly.

"Why do we suddenly have to adopt a realistic style of painting in a place like this!"

Kurosaki Ichigo couldn't help shouting.

"So, what does this so-called 'absolute power' mean?"

There was a hint of eagerness in Kurosaki Ichigo's voice. He was eager to know more, because for him, this power was not only a tool for survival, but also his hope to protect the people he loved.