Begin from the original form of torture and become immortal

Chapter 1093: Strong, strong, strong, strong!
"! How could this be possible! How could Kurosaki Ichigo reach such a state?"

Kenpachi Zaraki murmured to himself. He knew very well that although he made a living by fighting, there was still a huge gap between him and Ichigo Kurosaki in terms of understanding and mastery of power.

This gap made him feel unprecedentedly frustrated, but it also aroused his deep desire for greater power.

"You f*cking, wuu ...

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

His eyes turned red and his fighting spirit surged like the tide. He could no longer endure being just a bystander. He wanted to step into the battlefield himself and compete with Kurosaki Ichigo.

"What an idiot! You keep messing around with nonsense all day long. How can you be a strong man if you are so nagging?!"

Kenpachi Zaraki roared at him with his fighting spirit, and then began to beat him!

"Ah, kouhei kouhei!!!"

After being beaten, Kenpachi Zaraki came to his senses.

With a deafening roar, Kenpachi Zaraki smashed the wall beside him and rushed towards 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 raged like a strong wind. Wherever he passed, the space seemed to be distorted.

"A strong man will become stronger when he meets someone stronger than him. Today I am going to defy the will of heaven to show you!"

"Absolutely, it's easy to make teeth!!!"

Kenpachi Zaraki's roar rang out.

"Little sword!"

Kusaka Hachiryu quickly chased after him.

She felt that something was increasingly wrong with Kenpachi Zaraki.

On the other hand, Yamamoto Shigekuni, the captain of the Gotei 13 who has experienced thousands of years of hardships and has unparalleled combat experience, did not remain on the defensive under the fierce attack of his opponent.

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

When Ichigo Kurosaki's attack slowed down slightly due to a barely perceptible delay, Yamamoto Shigekuni's fist, which contained thousands of years of wisdom and strength, had already cut through the air like lightning and hit Ichigo Kurosaki's indestructible chest accurately.

"One bone!!!"

Yamamoto Shigekuni compressed his enormous spiritual pressure within the tip 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 tangible torrent of energy, exploding with fists as the medium.

The effect of this force is so powerful 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, which makes its power unprecedentedly amplified.

Ichigo Kurosaki took the punch head-on.

Although he could not completely resolve the violent spirit energy, he was also unable to defeat him.

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

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

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

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

This power transcends the constraints of time and allows the glory of the past and the fear of the future to converge at this moment, jointly witnessing the arrival of a strong man's peak moment.

His spiritual pressure was like a flood that broke through a dam, growing wildly, and every strand of it contained destructive power.

His aura was more than fifty times stronger than at any time in the past. It was a domineering and crazy attitude that was enough to change the color of heaven and earth and make ghosts and gods retreat.

His gaze was like the blazing sun, descending from the sky, penetrating all illusions and piercing deep into Ichigo Kurosaki's soul.

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

Every step was accompanied by the pain of being burned by fire. All around were endless mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and the air was filled with the smell of death and despair.

The blood-red sun that slowly rose and approached in the sea of ​​blood pushed this fear to the extreme.

The sun seemed to be the embodiment of death. The closer it got, the more Ichigo Kurosaki felt the crisis and despair he felt.

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

He knew very well that only by facing fear can one defeat it; only by overcoming despair can one usher in hope.

So he laughed out loud, and in that laughter there was both mockery of fate and affirmation of himself, as well as infinite anticipation for the upcoming battle.

"It's so fucking powerful! Boss Boss Boss! Strong, strong, strong, strong!"

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

He clenched his fists, and at this moment all the muscles in his body seemed to be filled with invisible power, 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 Yamamoto Shigekuni.

"Fuck it, Spirit Rotation + Absolute Power, Spirit Destruction Fist!!!"

Ichigo Kurosaki threw a punch, hitting Yamamoto Shigekuni in the head.

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

His cheeks were slightly sunken, and his spirit particle structure was briefly disordered at this moment. It was one of the rare embarrassing moments since he became a strong man.

But there was no trace of retreat or fear in Yamamoto Shigekuni's eyes. If he thought that he could scare off a thousand-year-old killer like this, then he was just daydreaming! ! !
"Fuck, double bones!!!"

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

The fist whistled, bringing up gusts of wind that tore apart the surrounding air.

Two powerful forces collided in the air, bursting out with dazzling light and deafening roar.

(End of this chapter)