Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 787 This is not fire, it is spiritual pressure!

However, when facing the captain-general, those Quincies who had claimed to be powerful warriors became insignificant, like ants.

The captain raised his hand slightly, as if he was just waving it casually, and a dazzling knife light cut through the air, accompanied by a deafening roar, and a flame shot up into the sky.

This pillar of fire was like a giant dragon emerging from water, tumbling in the air. Wherever it went, everything was engulfed by the raging flames.

Those three captain-level Quincy were once the best among the Quincy, but in front of the captain-general, they seemed so vulnerable.

Their screams were instantly silenced in the flames, leaving only traces of burnt flesh and the smell of burning in the air. Their lives, like those of fragile ants, were instantly crushed by the captain's power.

Instant kill!

This scene shocked everyone present.

They couldn't believe their eyes, let alone the fact.

The three captain-level Quincy were completely unable to fight back in front of the captain-general and were killed instantly in one blow!

This kind of power and authority was beyond their imagination.

However, Youhabach was not at all surprised or angry about all this.

He watched all this coldly, as if all this was within his expectations.

He had no sympathy or compassion for the miserable plight of his subordinates, as if they were just pawns in his hands that could be abandoned at any time.

"You are an idiot who doesn't know your own limits."

He said lightly, his voice full of disdain and sarcasm.

His eyes swept over the still trembling Quincies, as if he was looking at a group of insignificant ants.

"You actually interfered with my fight."

He continued, his voice thick with contempt.

In his opinion, these Quincies had no right to interfere in his battle with the Captain-General.

Their appearance only brought him some unnecessary trouble.

After hearing what Yhwach said, the captain's eyes became even colder.

"You are still the same as before, indifferent to life and cold-blooded!"

The captain said coldly.

His voice was filled with anger and accusations. He could not forget the crimes that Yhwach had committed on the battlefield. Those innocent lives were cruelly taken away by him.

"That's ridiculous!"

Yhwach sneered.

"You, who once killed countless people, actually said that I was cold-blooded and heartless? You have simply forgotten your identity and past!"

"You have really grown old. The comfortable life of a thousand years has worn away your fighting spirit."

Yhwach responded coldly.

His voice was full of sarcasm and ridicule.

In his opinion, the captain is no longer the killing machine he used to be. Now he fights only to protect Seireitei, instead of killing without purpose.

"Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni...your sword is no longer sharp!"

Yhwach continued.

His voice was full of defiance and sarcasm.

He knew that this sentence would deeply irritate the captain.

Because to the captain, his sword is the symbol of his soul and dignity.

However, in the face of Yhwach's provocation and ridicule, the captain did not waver at all.

He looked at Yhwach coldly. When their eyes met, it was as if a flame was burning in the void.

“Whether it’s sharp or not, you can try it yourself!”

The captain's voice was low and powerful. He raised the Ryujin Jakaka in his hand. The slender and streamlined outline of the sword flashed a fiery light in the setting sun.

As the captain-general moved, a powerful spiritual pressure burst out from his body.

This spiritual pressure was like an invisible shock wave, instantly spreading into the surrounding air.

The originally dry air became even hotter under the influence of this spiritual pressure, as if even breathing had a hint of burning smell.

The surrounding scenery began to distort and deform under the influence of this spiritual pressure.

The branches and leaves of the trees turned red under the reflection of the flames, as if they would burst into flames at any moment. The sand and stones on the ground also trembled slightly under this force, making tiny cracking sounds.

Behind the captain, flames surged like a raging tide.

That flame was not an ordinary flame, but a spiritual fire that contained the captain's profound spiritual power.

These spiritual fires danced wildly in the air, as if they were going to devour everything.

However, compared with the horrific fire, the captain seemed unusually calm.

He gently waved the Ryujin Jakka in his hand, and an even more powerful spiritual pressure burst out from the sword.

This spiritual pressure cut through the surrounding air like a sharp blade, causing the air to emit a sharp hissing sound.

Under the influence of this force, the raging flames disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Bankai: Zanka-dachi!!!"

The captain shouted loudly, and Ryujin Jakka changed instantly.

The sword body that was originally surrounded by flames became dry and charred, and the surface appeared in a carbonized state.

This knife looks ugly, but it contains endless power.

The Zanka-dachi is the fully released state of Ryujin Jakka, and is also the captain-general's strongest skill.

After Bankai, Ryujin Jakka's power was greatly enhanced, but also became more difficult to control.

However, for the captain, none of this was a problem.

He had already integrated the power of the knife into his body, making it a part of himself.

Yhwach looked at the Zanka-dachi in front of him, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

He clearly remembered the battle with the captain a thousand years ago, where he was defeated by this sword.

Although the Zanka Katana now looked different from what it had been back then, the familiar and powerful aura made him dare not be careless at all.

The former Zanka-dachi will surely end everything once it is swung.

It is a sword of great fire that will burn everything it hits with explosive flames.

Although the current Zanka-dachi looks ugly in appearance, the spiritual pressure it exudes is stronger than before.

Under the control of the captain, the Zanka sword began to swing slowly.

Although the movements were slow, every swing caused the surrounding air to make a sharp whistling sound.

This force seemed to tear apart everything around it.

The captain's spiritual pressure was restrained in his body, and there was no fire around him, nor any abnormal phenomenon caused by high temperature. However, the temperature of Soul Society was rising steadily, as if the entire space was distorted by this power.

People all over Seireitei noticed something strange happening around them.

The originally moist air became dry, and the moisture in the air evaporated bit by bit. The soldiers' lips began to crack, and their throats became so dry that they felt like they were burning.

They all took out their kettles to replenish their water, but under the influence of this spiritual pressure, the water in the kettles quickly evaporated.

(End of this chapter)