Otherwise, Unohana Retsu would not have reacted so quickly and guessed that the power of time and space was the opponent's true Zanpakutō ability.
But what about the opponent's ability to create a huge ice palace?
Was it just the ability of Shikai or did Uehara Shiroha have other abilities? He was truly an unpredictable man!
"I really want to fight him!" she thought.
Uehara Shiroha waved his right hand, and a cold ice blade took shape in his hand: "You will definitely fight with me. Because deep down you are such a person, because you are facing me, Uehara Shiroha. Just as the other Shinigami of the Gotei 13 will not succumb to Aizen. You will not succumb to me either."
Although it would be nice to have some refined conversation with a beautiful woman, he would rather have a real fight with the first generation Kenpachi.
Otherwise, he would never be able to conquer this woman.
It's just that the ice blade in his hand looked very sharp, but after all, it was just a weapon made of ordinary ice.
Such a weapon was limited by the material and could not withstand too strong Reiatsu. It was likely to break at the slightest touch.
Using such a weapon against Unohana Retsu was no longer an insult.
This was pressing the face of the strongest swordsmaster into the ground.
"So, you plan to fight me with only this kind of toy?" Unohana Retsu narrowed her eyes slightly: "You don't even plan to use your Zanpakutō? Do you think that will satisfy me?"
Her eyes still looked very gentle, but an invisible aura was slightly emanating from her.
In an instant, the space around her became stagnant, and the temperature dropped sharply.
A murderous intent firmly locked onto Uehara Shiroha's vital points.
Unohana Retsu was really angry.
This "young man" was a little too disrespectful, and he actually planned to use an ice sword to deal with her.
This was a naked humiliation.
Although she had long known that this kid was very irreverent, she didn't expect that he would be so arrogant and so presumptuous.
When Uehara Shiroha slaughtered and humiliated those incompetent nobles, Unohana Retsu was not angry, and even wanted to applaud.
Now that it was her turn to be humiliated, the taste was not so good.
If it were someone else, she might just smile and not take it to heart.
But Uehara Shiroha couldn't do that, because he might really humiliate her.
She knew that he was deliberately provoking her.
This was just a simple provocation.
For her, such a provocation should have had no power at all.
After all, she had experienced storms that ordinary people could not imagine, and the number of people she had killed could be piled up into several mountains.
But Uehara Shiroha's provocation was like a "real wound," which penetrated her armor in an instant and made her a little defensive.
Facing the provocation of the weak, she could remain indifferent, but facing the challenge of the strong, she could hardly resist and could not stop herself.
Uehara Shiroha seemed to have not felt the invisible terrifying murderous intent in the air at all, and his expression was still calm.
He continued to add fuel to the fire: "That's right, your vision is really good. I didn't mean to look down on the first generation Kenpachi. It's just that my Zanpakutō is too strong, and blood will be drawn when it is unsheathed. I was afraid of hurting you, so I abandoned it. I suggest you activate your Bankai to fight, so that you won't lose too badly. Of course, this is just my immature suggestion, and I don't mean anything else."
The next second, his Observation Haki was activated. He did not move his body but raised his sword to block.
Instantly, the power of the perfect Universal Barrier enveloped the ice blade.
A cold light flashed, and the terrifying slash that the first generation Kenpachi had hidden for a thousand years cut through the sky and directly slashed against the ice blade.
This was an extremely sharp strike, an extremely sublimated sword art.
This kind of slashing technique seemed to be an art, full of spirituality, just like the dignified beauty in front of him, beautiful and deadly. She was worthy of being a woman with perfection in swordsmanship.
This kind of slashing technique was powerful enough!
In the infinitely vast mental image space, Uehara Shiroha and Unohana Retsu stood still.
It seemed that the two were just standing in place.
But in fact, in the instant that the cold light flashed, the two had finished fighting and exchanged positions. In the instant they passed by, Unohana Retsu launched a fierce attack with a powerful slashing technique.
She never left Uehara Shiroha's vital points untargeted.
This was the first generation Kenpachi, who was cruel to her opponents and even crueler to herself.
Once she fought, she would never stop fighting unless she died. This was her belief.
"Boom!"
The next second, there was a loud explosion in the air.
The reason why there was no shocking shock wave when the two fought was not because their slashing power was not strong enough, but because the slashing power was too concentrated.
This was the perfect combination of skill and strength.
The strength and skills were just right, but they could always defeat the enemy with ease.
This was the realm of a sword master.
After just one exchange, Unohana Retsu knew that Uehara Shiroha's slashing technique was very strong, beyond her expectations.
"As expected of the first Kenpachi!" Uehara Shiroha stood with his sword in hand, his aura was not noticeable but he stood as still as an abyss, unshakable.
There were several cracks on the blade of the ice sword.
There were also some red bloodstains on the blade.
Although he successfully blocked Unohana Retsu's fierce slash, the ice blade's ability to withstand was still too weak, and it was damaged after all.
"I wonder if it counts as a clean victory if the weapon is damaged?" he thought.
Unohana Retsu frowned as she looked at the several cracks on the ice blade.
This was unreasonable!
This was not proper "Zanjutsu" at all!
To unleash a powerful slash, you must burst out with powerful Reiatsu and strength.
How could a mere ice blade be able to resist the terrifying collision of Reiatsu and strength when the two fought?
When did she become so weak that she couldn't even do anything to a piece of ice?
Did her slashing technique regress?
Could it be that she really couldn't wield the sword anymore?
This was obviously impossible.
Looking at Unohana Retsu who was highly concentrated, Uehara Shiroha kindly reminded her: "You should treat your wound, otherwise this battle will have to end early."
"What did you say..." Unohana Retsu looked down and saw a trace of crimson seeping through the white haori, like a plum blossom in the snow, bright and stark.
Only then did she react: "It turns out that I am really injured, but how can I accept this?"
In the direct competition of swordsmanship, she was injured before the enemy.
This would have been absolutely impossible in the past.
Without any fancy moves, without the assistance of other abilities, the opponent injured her with pure swordsmanship.
Unohana Retsu's murderous resolve was like diamond, but facing this incredible situation, she couldn't help but waver a little: "Am I weaker? Is it because my sword has become dull, or because I am not decisive enough? No, Zanjutsu is my best skill, there is no way it can go wrong. The problem is that I was defeated by the enemy in the field I am best at. This is really fascinating!"
This feeling was familiar to Unohana Retsu.
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