Gain the power of Saitama at the beginning of the game

Chapter 313 Yamamoto Genryusai vs. Aizen

In the sky above Karakura Town,

The dark clouds rolled and gathered like ink, pressing down heavily, as if to crush the entire world into endless darkness.

The strong wind whistled past, making everyone's clothes rustle, as if they were letting out a desperate wail.

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, the captain of the Gotei 13, stood tall in the sky. The surrounding space and the ground beneath his feet trembled slightly due to his surging spiritual pressure.

Cracks spread out in all directions like spider webs. The [Flowing Blade Like Fire] in his hand exuded a destructive aura.

Under the infusion of spiritual pressure, the sword was like a giant fire beast that was about to awaken. The scorching heat caused the surrounding air to distort and deform, creating layers of ripples.

He thought to himself: "Aizen, today is your end. I will completely eradicate you, the evil person who wants to subvert the world, and protect the peace of this Soul Society."

Yamamoto Genryusai's eyes were like torches, and he said in a low and dignified voice: "As members of the Gotei 13, we are responsible for protecting the court. How can we allow a treacherous person like you to act recklessly!"

Yamamoto Genryusai shouted: "Swastika - residual fire sword!"

In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, and raging flames swept out like a torrent of the end of the world.

Wherever the flames reached, the sky was dyed a fiery red. The brilliant yet terrifying red color swallowed up everything. The clouds were instantly evaporated, leaving only a pure, blazing sky.

The earth was no exception. The rocks were melted by the high temperature and flowed into a dark red lava river, slowly spreading and making a "sizzling" sound, as if it was the earth's painful groan.

Yamamoto Genryusai gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands and raised the Zanka-dachi high above his head. His tall body trembled slightly due to the effort, and every muscle was bulging with strength.

And Aizen Kusuke had a scornful smile on his face.

He was full of disdain in his heart: "Old man Yamamoto, do you think you can stop me? This world will be reshaped under my control. Your persistence is in vain."

Thinking of this, he looked in Jiang Ming's direction again.

Then, with his signature arrogance on his face, he said, "Admiration is the feeling farthest from understanding. You don't understand my grand ideals at all."

Aizen Kusuke did not move at all, he just gently raised his right hand with his palm facing forward, and blue spiritual pressure slowly seeped out of his body like juice, spreading in the air, colliding and squeezing with Yamamoto Genryusai's flames, making crackling sounds, as if it was the prelude to the end of the world.

At this moment, the surrounding space seemed to be kneaded by a pair of invisible big hands, and irregular and twisted cracks appeared. The light was refracted disorderly in them, and the scene was extremely strange.

Yamamoto Genryusai took the lead and swung his Zankagi-dachi. A huge column of fire rushed towards Aizen like a roaring dragon.

Wherever the pillar of fire passed, the air was burned away and ripples appeared in the space.

After launching this attack, Yamamoto Genryusai took a step forward. The ground beneath his feet instantly cracked. He rushed towards Aizen like an arrow, and his captain's cloak fluttered.

Aizen was not in a hurry. His spiritual pressure condensed into a blue barrier in front of him. The pillar of fire hit the barrier, causing a deafening roar and the light was so bright that people could not open their eyes.

The flames and spiritual pressure were in a stalemate, and it was difficult to tell which was stronger.

At this time, Yamamoto Genryusai frowned slightly, thinking: "This Aizen's spiritual pressure is so strong, he usually hides his weakness."

Immediately afterwards, Yamamoto Genryusai flashed and appeared above Aizen in an instant, slashing down from top to bottom with the Zanka sword, the blade wrapped in endless flames and anger.

While falling, Yamamoto Genryusai's body spun rapidly in the air like a burning meteor.

Aizen looked up, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, and his spiritual pressure wrapped around the Zanka-dachi like a tentacle, trying to stop the fierce attack.

However, the power of [Ryujin Jakka] was too strong, and the flames broke through the constraints of spiritual pressure and continued to strike towards Aizen.

Aizen dodged to the side, his body elusive like a ghost, avoiding the deadly blade by a hair's breadth. The blade grazed the corner of his clothes, which instantly turned to ashes.

Aizen snorted coldly, and quickly formed seals with his hands. As his ten fingers danced, black light and shadows seemed to flash.

Then, he suddenly pushed his palms forward, and his spiritual pressure swept towards Yamamoto Genryusai like a surging wave.

This spiritual pressure carried the breath of death. Wherever it passed, huge gullies were torn into the ground. The buildings on both sides collapsed like fragile building blocks, raising a cloud of dust.

Yamamoto Genryusai stuck the Zanka no Katana into the ground, and quickly rotated his body around himself, releasing circles of flame shields. The spiritual pressure and the flame shields collided with each other, making a sharp whistling sound, as if countless vengeful spirits were screaming in pain.

The fight between the two quickly became intense, and every collision caused the space to tremble and shatter.

Yamamoto Genryusai's flames became more violent, as if to burn Aizen completely; Aizen's spiritual pressure became deeper and deeper, like a dark abyss, wanting to swallow up all light. In this devastating duel, the whole world seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the final judgment.

"Aizen Kusuke, your strength really excites me. All the moves you just performed were only the first moves of my Bankai!

Next, I hope you can still be so strong!

"[Remnant Fire Sword·West-Resident Ri Prison Clothes]!"

Jiang Ming's eyes lit up when he heard what old man Yamamoto said, and then he began to comment:

"Zanka no Tachi - West - Zanri Yugi: Transforms one's own spiritual pressure into a 15 million degree flame, covering the body and blade as if wrapped in the scorching sun. If one approaches the wielder of the sword without any precautions, he will be instantly turned into ash.

This is quite a cool move!"

All the death gods looked at the captain who was like a god, and couldn't help but feel proud in their hearts!

The Arrancars were extremely solemn!

With the strength of the Death Captain, they are no match for him at all!

Even the usually aloof Bylergan Luisenbang frowned and his eyes looked extremely solemn!

But compared to those two, the human in the center of their group is the most unfathomable!

He had a feeling that this human had an aura of a king, the kind of temperament that dominated the world, and his strength was enough to crush all of them at will!

He trusts his instincts.

"Tsk, this old man forced me to admit that I can't beat him! But I'm younger than him, I can outlast him!" Grimmjow said stubbornly on the side.

"Hey, that human, you say?"

Jiang Ming was also surprised when he heard Grimmjow calling him.

This guy is as arrogant as ever.

But he is not a petty person.

"Grimmjow, watch your words!"

Just then, a figure walked out from the shadows behind Jiang Ming and looked at him with murderous intent.

“Ulquiorra!? Huh??? Your complexion? And your breath!!! How is this possible!!!?” Bylergan looked at the figure in shock, his eyes full of disbelief!