"As expected, captains are very difficult to deal with."
Steve sighed softly in his heart, he had expected this situation.
As early as seventy years ago on the German battlefield, he had seen and felt with his own eyes the almost despairing sense of oppression displayed by Hasward, the current leader of the Invisible Empire.
Although a long time has passed...
But the suffocating feeling that remained at that time had already been deeply engraved in his bones.
Moreover, when I was in New York before, I bumped into the captain of the 11th Division and fought against the Arrancar-level Daxu. The terrifying spiritual pressure that could make the world collapse at any time and make the atmosphere feel like burning still makes me think about it today. It’s vivid in my mind.
Of all the people on this trip, he is the one who knows the captain best.
The outcome of this battle has been determined from the beginning, and what awaits him will be failure.
And the only thing he can change is to try his best to delay his failure.
"From the look in your eyes, you don't intend to give up, right?" Kyōraku Shunsui raised the tip of his eyebrows and noticed the change in the man's eyes.
"Unless you plan to let me go." Steve lowered his center of gravity like a cheetah, spread his legs slightly and bent them, and the muscles in his back and spine were tense, like a bowstring ready to go.
"I'm afraid that won't work."
Jingraku Shunsui forced out a sad expression: "After I deal with you, I will chase another one."
boom!
The flat bluestone slabs exploded one after another, and the ground collapsed as if hit by a heavy object.
Hearing an extremely harsh and sharp sound breaking through the air, it suddenly sounded like an alarm bell. A galloping figure came across the sky, pulling out layers of powerful air waves behind it, and rushed in front of Kyōraku Shunsui in an instant.
"Giant Blow!"
The extremely domineering fist intention is like the arrival of the bright sun.
The five fingers covered with black and red color suddenly closed together like the claws of a demon. In one breath, the violent spiritual pressure was suddenly concentrated on one point and blasted out!
speed! strength!
This punch has both.
It has even begun to take shape, and the void vibrates wherever the fist moves.
The roaring tide rolled up tons of mighty force, like an invisible hand pouring out water from all over the world. It poured down from the sky in a mighty force, filling all the gaps within tens of meters, and even the air was squeezed out. Pressed out.
One punch caused wind and thunder in all directions, which exploded and roared one after another.
The strong wind blew up, and the round hat was blown away, and the colorful coat also flew up.
Kyōraku Shunsui's frivolous face could not help but change color slightly at this moment, as if he did not expect that the human being in front of him could actually throw such a powerful punch, which even made him, the captain, feel a little scared.
To be fair...is this still human?
What did Lord Spirit King do to this guy to give a person such extraordinary power!
But right now, Kyōraku Shunsui has no time to think about these issues.
The strong fist pressure broke through the air layer by layer. Even before it touched his body, there was an inexplicable sense of depression. It even seemed as if he had been hit. The skin and flesh on his chest, even the bones and internal organs were spasming.
"The Eighty One of the Binding Dao: Duan Kong!"
Kyōraku Shunsui had no choice but to press his fingers together a little.
A transparent space barrier suddenly appeared between the two of them, blocking Steve's punch.
boom--! ! !
The huge destructive power poured into Duan Kong.
The huge roar caused by the impact directly caused the entire surrounding ground to tremble violently, and set off a billowing storm that blew upwards.
The air that had been squeezed out of this area by the fist suddenly flowed back crazily, whipping up an even bigger storm and howling and raging. With the aftermath of the overflowing power, the ground beneath their feet collapsed several inches.
In the smoke, Steve was panting like an ox, and big beads of sweat slid down his cheeks.
"I said...little brother, is it time to give up?"
Kyōraku Shunsui suddenly appeared behind him at some point, pressing Steve's shoulder: "You should actually know very well, although your moves are very powerful and not too slow, they can't hit me. .”
"If we continue fighting like this, isn't the result obvious?"
"It's better to give up the fight from the beginning and go back with me honestly. Not only will we avoid the pain of flesh and blood, but it will also make things easier for both of us, right?"
But the only answer he got was a fist.
Jing Le Chunshui left in an instant and landed not far away. Several attempts to persuade him were ineffective. Even though he had a good temper, he was a little annoyed at this time. There was a hint of coldness in his eyes: "I told you to stop, no. People who listen to advice often end badly."
"Huchi... Huchi..."
Several full-force giant blows caused Steve to suffer severe physical exhaustion.
Now every time he took a breath of air, he could feel the burning pain coming from his lungs, and his whole body was sore and weak. With only a will to support him, he might faint from exhaustion at any time.
"Look at what you look like now."
Jing Le Shunshui's eyes narrowed slightly, and he sighed: "That move consumes too much energy, how long can you hold on?"
"suck--"
Steve took a deep breath suddenly, assumed an attacking stance again, and said with firm eyes: "I can fight you all day long!"
"..."
Even though Jingraku Shunshui was very arrogant, after hearing these words, the corners of his eyes couldn't help but twitch.
The last person he could fight with for a whole day was his classmate Jushiro Ukitake, and after so many years, he was still the only one. Couldn't this guy's brain be burned out?
"no solution anymore......"
Jingraku Shunsui put his hands on the hilt of the knife at his waist and pulled out two Zanpakutō, one long and one short: "Since you insist on choosing to fight, there is only the last way to go. After I take away your life, then Go hunt down the kid who got away.”
Are you finally...getting serious? !
Steve exhaled the last breath in his lungs and focused his spiritual pressure on the giant arm.
He had known for a long time that he would fail.
Apart from staying here to delay Peter's escape, he also had other purposes.
That is to force the captain to use the Zanpakutō to obtain key ability information, and then pass this vital information to other surviving companions through the real-time connected imaging device!
Please... hold on a little longer!
At least he must persist until the captain releases his Zanpakutō.
"Giant's... blow!"
Steve roared and rushed towards Kyoraku Shunsui as if he was dead.
The left arm condenses the last remaining spiritual power. The roaring wind is like a giant vortex, constantly swallowing the surrounding airflow. Against the black and red color, it is like an unyielding dragon breaking through the clouds with its head held high, emitting a dragon-like roar. Howl!
One step...two steps...three steps...
Seeing that Kyōraku Shunsui was getting closer and closer, Steve raised his fist and prepared to deliver the final blow.
However, Kyōraku Shunsui's figure suddenly disappeared like a ghost.
The next second, blood splattered everywhere.
A light figure crossed Steve and slowly landed on the ground.
"Sorry, traveler."
Kyōraku Shunsui lowered his eyes and sighed softly as he slowly put the knife into its sheath.
Clang!
The blade was sheathed and made a crisp sound.
A huge stab wound suddenly appeared on Steve's chest, and hot blood spilled out.
The skin and flesh from the left shoulder to the right abdomen were cut open by this sharp knife, and even the bones and organs could be seen.
