Begin from the original form of torture and become immortal

Chapter 1046 Absolute Power!

Deep in the dim alley, the moonlight was so thin that it could only barely outline the figures of the two people.

Ichigo Kurosaki, a seemingly ordinary high school student, hides a secret that is unknown to the public - he is the offspring of a god of death and a human, and has blood flowing in his body that can control spiritual power.

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

"This is impossible, how could a human being perform such a move!"

Ichigo Kurosaki muttered to himself, his eyes full of shock and confusion. In his past understanding, the limits of the human body can be challenged, but it is impossible to 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 was low and powerful, and his eyes flashed with an indescribable light, which was a fanaticism and persistence in the endless exploration of his own limits.

"Integrate your body and will into one, exert the strongest and most extreme strength, and everything impossible will become possible. This is absolute power!"

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

He began to wonder if there really was a power that could allow people to transcend their own constraints and reach unprecedented heights. The tramp's subsequent explanation made him fall into deep contemplation.

"Control all changes in yourself, beat your body to become stronger. If your body can't do it, beat it until it can do it!"

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

This way of constantly challenging oneself and squeezing out one's potential was both unfamiliar and shocking to Ichigo Kurosaki. He had never thought that gaining power could be so direct and cruel.

"what are you saying!"

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

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

The violent storm of punches and kicks came again, and Ichigo Kurosaki could only passively endure it. His body tumbled in the air, and every impact made him feel unprecedented pain.

But in this intense pain, a certain power in his body seemed to be quietly awakened. Bai Ichigo, the one who represented the violence and desire deep in his heart, was ready to break free and compete with the tramp.

However, just as Ichigo was about to lose control, Uncle Zangetsu suppressed him back.

At this moment, Ichigo Kurosaki 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 tramp's fist. At that moment, time seemed to freeze.

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

"I can feel it."

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

"I felt something called absolute power, integrating all changes inside and outside of myself, and then manifesting and utilizing it."

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

The homeless man was knocked flying by the sudden blow and crashed heavily into the wall behind him, causing gravel and dust to fly everywhere.

When the dust settled, Ichigo Kurosaki hurried forward to check on the homeless man. He found that his heartbeat was unusually intense, a kind of excitement and excitement from the inside out. He had never felt his power so clearly, and he had never been so sure that he could master this power.

"Hey, are you okay?"

He asked with concern, even though he knew the tramp was much more powerful than he could imagine.

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

"Cough, cough, cough, it's okay. I have mastered absolute power. An injury like this will heal in less than a day."

There was a sense of pride and confidence in his words, as if the injury was just a minor hardship for him.

Ichigo Kurosaki was shocked when he heard this. He knew that his father had run a clinic for many years and was well versed in medical knowledge, and he was also influenced by him.

But the speed of recovery the homeless man mentioned was far beyond his understanding, which made him even more curious and awed by the "absolute power" the homeless man mentioned.

"Is it so outrageous?"

Ichigo Kurosaki had already made up his mind in his heart.

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

There was a barely perceptible smile on the tramp's lips. Although his face was as pale as paper and blood was constantly flowing from the corners of his mouth, his eyes were unusually bright, as if he could see through the essence of all things in the world.

Although his words were somewhat teasing and unruly, every word was precious and struck directly into Ichigo Kurosaki's soul.

"Little boy, don't be scared by the scene in front of you. Remember, the road of the Berserker is never a smooth road paved with flowers. It is full of thorns and challenges, but it is these that make a truly strong man."

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

"Kid, you may think that becoming a berserker is the end, but in fact, this is only 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 overflowed from the corners of his mouth, dripped along his chin to the ground, and mixed with the surrounding dust, forming a shocking picture.

However, his eyes were unusually bright, as if they could penetrate all illusions and look directly into the deepest desires and fears of the human heart.

"Is it really okay?"

Ichigo Kurosaki complained.

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

The homeless man said calmly.

"Why does the painting style suddenly conform to reality in a place like this!"

Ichigo Kurosaki couldn't help but yell.

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

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

(End of this chapter)