Chapter 305 The Beauty of Numbers

While Kurosaki Ichigo was observing them nervously, Aizen was also looking him up and down.

The appearance is somewhat similar to Shiba Isshin, and it is not difficult to tell from their behavior that they may have a close relationship like father and son.

Thinking of Shiba's carefree character in his own world and his long-term single persona, Aizen couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

Sure enough, even in parallel worlds, the same people have undergone completely different changes under different world lines.

Compared to the Shiba Isshin he knew well, the Shiba Isshin of this world was obviously the real winner in life.

By the way, since Shiba Isshin's son has so much potential, can we capture him and study him after we return?

Aizen lifted the broken jade state and returned to his original appearance, carefully considering the feasibility of this plan.

After a battle with his other self, he discovered that although there would be differences between the same individual in different worlds, there would not be much difference in general direction.

It makes no sense that Shiba Isshin in this world can do it, but those in his own world cannot.

During the confrontation, Aizen quietly decided on another research project.

At the same time, in another world, the tenth division team building.

Shiba Isshin, who was taking a nap, suddenly woke up from his dream. He rolled straight down from the sofa, and big beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

He looked around in panic and found that everything was normal.

But for some reason, there was still an inexplicable malice filling his heart, giving him a chilling feeling.

Thinking of this, Shiba Isshin shivered again and subconsciously wrapped himself in the quilt, trying to find some warmth in it.

…………

Soon, Kurosaki Ichigo regained his composure, feeling the power rising in his body and the eager eyes of others on him.

His eyes gradually became firmer.

Almost all the captains in Soul Society have lost their ability to fight, and there are very few who can fight in this world. The only hope is now only themselves.

If even oneself is afraid, then the world is really over.

Right now, it doesn't matter who the opponent is.

Now that the secret technique has been used, there is not much time left for oneself.

If all threats cannot be resolved within an effective time, they will be greeted by unimaginable disasters.

"be careful."

Aizen warned and retreated from the battlefield.

Ruyue Ming moved his arms, and the joints made a crackling sound like firecrackers. A strong and powerful pressure hit his face, which immediately made Ichigo Kurosaki's heart tremble.

This man, who has an unknown relationship with Aizen, also feels terrifyingly powerful.

"Since you stand up for Aizen, let's get rid of you first and then kill Aizen."

Ichigo raised the pure black Zanpakutō in his hand and said firmly:

"I will show no mercy!"

Akira Kisaragi looked at the high-spirited Ichigo, and his fighting spirit showed some fluctuations for a long time. He drew Mukai out of the void with his backhand and pointed at the opponent with the same posture:

"Since you are so confident, let me weigh how much you have!"

Ichigo was a little surprised.

He originally thought that the other party would be like Aizen, saying a lot of nonsense, and first trying to have a negative impact on him on the mental level.

It turned out that this guy was straightforward, without any sloppiness.

But that's fine, it saves him a waste of time.

With a sharp look, Ichigo picked up the Tensuo Zangetsu in his hand and rushed over.

Its speed has already surpassed the previous parallel Aizen.

In just an instant, he came from the position of the world-crossing gate to Ru Yueming. Without any hesitation, the long knife struck straight at the person in front of him.

The starting point is the New Year's greeting sword technique, which is nothing fancy at all.

At the level of the transcendent, fancy moves will not greatly improve the combat. It would be more enjoyable to go straight.

In an instant, the two black knives had collided dozens of times in the air, countless sparks burst out, and the trembling blades screamed continuously, with almost no gaps.

The rhythm is so fast that it even exceeds the sight of the spectators below.

The exciting spiritual pressure beams lingered around, making the two of them like two spiral staircases of rotating and twisted double-chain molecules, constantly shuttling in the sky.

From time to time, powerful impacts erupted, creating huge deep pits on the ground.

Kurosaki Ichigo became more and more frightened as he fought.

He has been continuously increasing his output power, but the opponent still doesn't have any difficulty.

It seemed very relaxed from beginning to end, without even a drop of sweat.

Is this the real trump card of Aizen? ?

"Jie, Jie, Jie, Ichigo, is this all your power?"

Akira Kisaragi grinned like a villain and slashed Ichigo away with a heavy slash.

"With this little ability, I can't protect my friends and relatives!"

Ichigo looked at someone who looked like an evil spirit coming, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

It obviously feels like an ordinary god of death, but the level of performance gives people an outrageous intensity.

Only now did he understand the reminder that Aizen had just given when he left.

Co-authoring is not about telling this guy to be careful, but about telling yourself to be careful.

monster!

Ichigo gritted his teeth, squeezed the potential in his body again, exploded with anger, turned into a stream of light and rushed forward.

"Haha, you're so polite!"

Ru Yueming picked up Wu Jie, stepped on the air suddenly, and went straight towards him.

The two sides began to fight each other again, competing for their respective panel values.

After watching it for a while, Aizen lost interest.

Someone is worthy of the name of reckless man. Under the pollution of his memes, even Ichigo became reckless.

The fight between the two was full of excitement, with no structure or skill at all.

To put it harshly, it is simply an embarrassment to those who transcend.

Ashamed to be in company.

Aizen shook his head, and a flash appeared in front of Urahara Kisuke.

The calm gaze fell, which immediately made him extremely nervous.

Although during the bloody battle, Urahara Kisuke was named one of the five special forces by Yhwach, most of his methods were based on sufficient intelligence.

Even if there is an occasional emergency, it can only be solved by unconventional means.

But the problem now is that unconventional means have no effect at all on the person in front of him.

To be honest, after witnessing the double-blue battle just now, Urahara Kisuke's confidence has hit rock bottom.

Even though he was incredibly intelligent, he still couldn't think of any way to stop Aizen in front of him.

Even Ichigo didn't think he could defeat Aizen, who was like a true god.

"Sir Urahara."

Aizen's casual words made Urahara Kisuke's heart pick up in his throat. While he held Benihime tightly, his spiritual pressure also lingered around him.

"Don't be nervous."

"I have no interest in destroying the world."

The gentle and elegant attitude made Urahara Kisuke have some illusions in his heart.

It was as if the person standing in front of him was Aizen before his rebellion.

"You must have noticed that Ming and I come from another world. You can understand it as a parallel world."

Aizen didn't explain much. With Urahara Kisuke's brain, he would definitely be able to understand what he said.

When dealing with smart people, there is no need to communicate too deeply.

"How far have you researched the Spirit King?"

The straight-to-the-point communication method made Urahara Kisuke a little uncomfortable for a while.

Taking into account the difference in force value between the two sides, the smart and treacherous store manager decisively chose to follow his heart.

"The wedge that stabilizes the order of the Three Realms is an indispensable thing in this world."

"The great existence that separated the three realms millions of years ago, in the true sense..."

Urahara Kisuke talked a lot, telling almost all the secrets he knew about the Soul King.

Only the core of Aizen's question was missed.

Aizen frowned slightly and suddenly realized something.

Even in a different world, Urahara Kisuke's cunning and cunning character has not changed at all.

Maybe he should ask Akira Kisaragi to have an in-depth communication with this guy.

While the two were talking, the shadow of Karakura Town in the sky became more and more solid, as if it might fall on the ruins at any time.

Seeing this, Urahara Kisuke's expression suddenly became a little nervous.

Once Karakura Town is affected by the battle between Ichigo and Akira Kisaragi, it is very likely that it will become a complete ruin in a short period of time, and things will become a bit serious by then.

"Don't worry."

A gentle voice sounded in his ears, Aizen looked at the city's phantom that was solidifying in the sky, and said calmly.

"Until the battle is over, Karakura Town will not come to this world."

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes glowed like nebulae, and the raging spiritual pressure rushed towards the sky with Aizen as the center.

Under the gazes of several incomprehensible astonished eyes, the torrent of spiritual pressure actually enveloped the entire city, making it solidify in the blue like amber.

Urahara Kisuke felt that his breathing was not smooth.

He still underestimated the true strength of Aizen in front of him. With this level of spiritual pressure, few in the Three Realms could compare.

Even the extremely mysterious Zero Division is probably far inferior.

"The battle of the Shinigami is the battle of spiritual pressure."

Aizen smiled and explained, "I'm just a scientist, I don't have the same power as Akira."

"so……"

"You can understand that the spiritual pressure is a little stronger, right?"

Urahara Kisuke: "..."

He found that both Aizen and that reckless man were slightly abnormal.

You call this flow of spiritual pressure that stops the entire city slightly stronger, right?

"These are inconsequential things."

Aizen didn't seem to care about what he had done, but continued the topic.

"Actually, I have done a lot of research on the Spirit King in my own world."

"Why don't we take advantage of this moment to share our experiences?"

Urahara Kisuke sneered and immediately understood what Aizen was thinking.

You can obviously force yourself to hand over your research results, but you still choose to respect yourself calmly.

He really made me cry to death.

With Kisuke Urahara's expression on the verge of tears, Aizen began to talk about the research plan for the backup soul king.

"The Quincy, the God of Death, the Great Void, the Soul King fragments..."

"Blending, the power of breaking jade, Gremy Tomu..."

Urahara Kisuke didn't care much at first, but as Aizen described it, his expression gradually became serious.

After all, he is also a scientist with a strong desire and pursuit of the unknown and curiosity.

"Actually, I have developed a weakened version of the alternative Spirit King."

Under Aizen's expectant gaze, Urahara Kisuke held up his fisherman hat and said seriously:

"Since the Hogyoku can materialize the wishes of human beings, why don't we mass-produce it?"

Aizen's eyes lit up.

…………

Hollow Split Flash!

An extremely powerful slash directly blasted a huge gully like a canyon on the ground. The rolling dust was swept into it, but it still couldn't fill it.

Looking at Ichigo who had already merged with his Zanpakutō, Kisaragi's eyes lit up.

He is indeed a fighter among cheaters!

This rapid growth in strength is far inferior to that of himself.

It took him many years to reach this level today.

On the other hand, Ichigo has grown from an ordinary high school student to the present in just a few months.

Although he is still a little weaker than him, he can barely fight.

In Ichigo's expression of seeing a ghost, someone took his Hollow Split Flash and rushed forward, slashing it fiercely with a knife.

The space was broken, and the surroundings revealed a deep darkness.

There was no time to dodge, so Ichigo could only raise his sword to meet the attack, and then he felt a terrible force like the collapse of the world surging.

The powerful impact made him lose his balance and flew backwards in an instant, exploding circles of ripples in the air, which was very exaggerated.

Until this moment, he finally understood how painful it was to be violently crushed by others in terms of numbers.

This guy named Kisaragi Akira had no special abilities, and he crushed him with just the numbers provided by the panel.

He had no power to fight back.

The more he fought, the more desperate he became.

Just as he was thinking about countermeasures, a devil-like smile suddenly appeared in front of Ichigo:

"How dare you be distracted while fighting with me?"

Another plain and unpretentious slash fell, and Ichigo forced himself to support his spiritual pressure to deal with it. The blade trembled, and half of his body was numb from the shock.

After several waves of bombardment, Ichigo was suppressed in all directions and completely turned into a sandbag.

In desperation, he burst out with power to shake himself away from Kisaragi Akira, gaining a little breathing time.

A trace of determination flashed in Ichigo's eyes. He swung the Zanpakutō in his right hand and put his left hand on his slightly charred right arm:

"Originally, this move was prepared for Aizen."

"But since you insist on blocking it, you will bear it."

"The final Crescent Moon Sky Strike."

The heavy momentum descended, and Ichigo's spiritual pressure began to accumulate layer by layer, as if there was no upper limit, and it continued to rise.

The brilliant light column rushed straight into the sky, becoming a new sun above the ruins, and the strong wind kept whistling around it, as if it was going to destroy everything.

Under the effect of this power, his short orange hair turned black, and became waist-length hair, dancing in the wind.

The materialized spiritual pressure condensed into something like a bandage, wrapped around Ichigo's body, even his face was covered.

Black lines appeared on his skin, which looked very much like the blood suit of a Quincy.

Until this moment, Ichigo burst out with all his strength.

Confidence rose again in his eyes, and the black air flow lingered around, distorting the nearby space.

"As long as I use this technique, I will lose all my power as a god of death."

"The so-called last, that's what I mean."

Kisaragi's eyes lit up, and his face showed expectation.

In Ichigo's puzzled eyes, he casually threw out the boundless, and his Zanpakuto whistled in the air, smashing a distant mountain into ashes.

Kisaragi stretched out his hand and took off the captain's haori, then tied the upper body of the death suit around his waist, revealing a perfect and strong body, and finally grinned at Ichigo:

"You can start the second round!"

Kurosaki Ichigo: "?"