Chapter 1093: Strong, Strong, Strong, Strong! Strong, Strong, Strong!

"! This is so unreasonable! How could Ichigo Kurosaki reach such a state?"

Zaraki Kenpachi murmured to himself. He knew that although he made a living by fighting, his understanding and mastery of power was still far different from that of Kurosaki Ichigo.

This gap made him feel unprecedentedly frustrated, but at the same time it also inspired his inner desire for stronger power.

"Damn you, ugh... I don't know how you can induce the strength of a strong man like him? I don't know, I don't know! Wow!"

Zaraki Kenpachi roared angrily and beat his chest hard, as if he wanted to turn this unwillingness and anger into motivation to move forward.

His eyes became red, and the fighting spirit surged like a tide. He could no longer bear to exist as a mere bystander. He wanted to step into the battlefield himself and compete with Kurosaki Ichigo.

"You are such an idiot! You spend all your time messing with these stupid things. How can a mother-in-law like this be a strong person?!"

Kenpachi Zaraki roared at him with his fighting spirit, and then started beating him!

"It's so powerful, so mouth-watering!"

The beaten Kenpachi Zaraki came to his senses.

With a deafening roar, Zaraki Kenpachi smashed the wall beside him and rushed straight into the battlefield between Yamamoto Shigekuni and Kurosaki Ichigo like a wild horse.

His figure drew a perfect arc in the air, and the spiritual pressure surrounding him was raging like a violent wind. Wherever he passed, the space seemed to be distorted.

"A strong man will get stronger when he encounters a strong one in his life. Today I am going to show you how to defy the will of heaven!"

"Absolutely, you can speak easily!!!"

Zaraki Kenpachi's roar sounded.

"Little sword!"

Kusuka Yachiru hurriedly chased after him.

She felt that something was getting more and more wrong with Kenpachi Zaraki.

On the other side, Yamamoto Shigekuni, the captain of the Gotei 13 with a thousand years of experience and unparalleled combat experience, did not remain on the defensive under the fierce offensive of his opponents.

His eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the fog of time and capture every tiny flaw.

When Kurosaki Ichigo's offensive was slightly delayed due to an imperceptible lag, Yamamoto Shigekuni's fist, which contained thousands of years of wisdom and power, had cut through the air like lightning and struck Kurosaki Ichigo with precision. Protect the indestructible chest.

"One bone!!!"

Yamamoto Shigekuni carefully compressed his huge spiritual pressure into the edge of his fist like a craftsman carving jade, and when it reached the limit, he suddenly released it.

At that moment, spiritual pressure was no longer an invisible existence, it turned into a substantial torrent of energy, using the fist as a medium, and exploded.

The effect of this power is so violent that it is comparable to the explosion of a small bomb at close range, but what is even more terrifying is that it is perfectly controlled within such a small range, making its power unprecedentedly amplified.

Kurosaki Ichigo took the punch forcefully.

Although the violent spirit energy could not be completely resolved by him, it also failed to defeat him.

However, Kurosaki Ichigo does not need to be resolved, because his body has become strong and domineering through constant self-beating and fighting training day and night!

On the contrary, this force was like a catalyst, further stimulating the fighting will and strength hidden in his body.

"Kill kill kill kill kill!!!"

Yamamoto Shigekuni's fighting spirit reached its peak at this moment. Every "kill" he said was as shocking as thunder, not only reverberating on the battlefield, but also being deeply imprinted in the hearts of every witness.

His spiritual pressure was no longer a simple energy fluctuation, but turned into a substantial torrent, impacting the limits of space with the will to destroy everything.

This power transcends the constraints of time, allowing the glory of the past and the fear of the future to intersect at this moment, witnessing the arrival of a strong man at his peak.

His spiritual pressure was like a flood that burst a dam, growing crazily, and every trace contained destructive power.

His momentum was more than fifty times stronger than at any time in the past. It was a kind of domineering and crazy attitude that could change the color of the world and make ghosts and gods retreat.

His gaze was like the scorching sun in the sky, falling from the nine heavens, penetrating all illusions and shooting directly into the depths of Kurosaki Ichigo's soul.

Under that gaze, Kurosaki Ichigo seemed to be in a hell woven by illusions.

Every step he took was accompanied by the pain of burning his body. He was surrounded by endless mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and the air was filled with the smell of death and despair.

And the bloody sun rising slowly in the sea of ​​blood and gradually approaching pushed this fear to the extreme.

The sun seemed to be the incarnation of death. Every time it got closer, Kurosaki Ichigo felt a deeper crisis and despair.

However, in this abyss of despair, Kurosaki Ichigo's eyes ignited with an unprecedented light. It is the desire for strength, the persistence for victory, and the firm belief in self-transcendence.

He knows that only by facing fear can we defeat fear; only by overcoming despair can we usher in hope.

So he laughed loudly, and the laughter contained both mockery of fate, affirmation of self, and infinite anticipation for the upcoming battle.

"It's so fucking strong, strong, strong! Ba, ba, ba, ba! Strong, strong, strong!"

A deafening roar erupted from Kurosaki Ichigo's mouth, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting the air and the hearts of everyone present.

He clenched his fists, and all the muscles in his body seemed to be filled with invisible power at this moment, becoming as hard as iron and full of explosive power.

"I will use this invincible fist to smash you all to pieces!!!"

Ichigo Kurosaki roared, his figure was like a black lightning, instantly breaking through the shackles of the illusion and heading straight for Shigekuni Yamamoto.

"Fuck, soul rotation + absolute power, soul destruction fist!!!"

Ichigo Kurosaki punched out and hit Shigekuni Yamamoto in the head.

When the fist touched the cheek, the space seemed to tremble. Shigekuni Yamamoto, the thousand-year-old killer, had to bear the huge impact of this punch even with his indestructible spiritual pressure body.

His cheek was slightly sunken, and the soul structure was briefly disordered at this moment. It was a rare embarrassing moment since he became a strong man.

But there was no retreat or fear in Shigekuni Yamamoto's eyes. If he thought that he could scare off a thousand-year-old killer like this, then he was just wishful thinking! ! !

"Fuck, double bones!!!"

Yamamoto Shigekuni was equally unwilling to be outdone. He roared, and his fists slammed into Ichigo Kurosaki's chest like two small mountains.

The wind from his fists whistled, bringing with it gusts of wind that tore apart the surrounding air.

The two powerful forces collided in the air, bursting out with dazzling light and deafening roars.