Chapter 31: Prisoner of Demons
Chapter 31: Prisoner of Demons
Lu Li stood barefoot on the bumpy tatami, blood flowing on his body, like a bloody man.
Unohana's level of swordsmanship expertise must be much higher than his. After only a dozen minutes of fighting, his life value has been lost by more than half.
There were knife wounds all over his body, some of which were quite deep and had slightly injured his muscles.
He took a step forward and slowly walked towards Unohana who was standing against the wall in the middle of the room. He felt as if he was climbing a steep snowy peak. The peak he looked up at was the powerful swordsmanship, and the snow falling on him was the icy murderous intent.
Dying?
I really can't accept this. This is the first time I've had such a thrilling fight, but is it going to end so soon?
No, he hasn’t fought enough yet, he wants to continue climbing!
His journey of martial arts has just begun.
Lu Li glanced at the Asado in his hand. Aizen once said that he was resisting that power himself, but until now he was not sure if that was the case.
But after entering that purgatory many times and trying to communicate with the devil-like figure, he seemed to have some enlightenment in his heart.
Why ask His real name?
Shouldn't I be the one to decide the name of my Zanpakutō?
Right, the prisoner of demons.
……
The aura has changed.
Unohana, who was about to step forward to fight Lu Li for the final time, stopped in her tracks because she noticed that Lu Li's aura had changed.
The light of the setting sun shone through the paper window torn by the knife onto Lu Li's back. Blood flowed down his knotted muscles, like a ghost face crying blood.
Blood dripped at the man's feet, casting a purple-black dream on the tatami.
From Unohana's perspective, the man was standing in front of the huge portrait, with the glow of the setting sun behind him, and the eyes of the tiger in the painting were right above his side.
The man spoke, and his deep voice knocked on Unohana's heart and opened the door to purgatory.
"Break the chains, prisoner demon."
Along with the sound, purple-black mist rose from Lu Li's body and floated to the side and upwards due to the breeze. For a moment, the tiger in the giant painting seemed to come alive because its eyes had spirit.
Its muscular tiger arms were ready to attack the ferocious evil spirit in an attacking posture, and its tiger eyes were burning with purple-black flames, just like the rising fighting spirit of the man standing under it.
Roar--
The vibration sound caused by the spiritual pressure was like the roar of a tiger and the roar of a dragon, as if the demon god who had been imprisoned for countless reincarnations was cheering and pouring out his anger!
The man stood there, his newly born Zanpakutō in his hand.
There was a hollow blood groove in the middle of the pitch-black blade, covered with purple-black twisted vine-like lines. The lines extended all the way to the handle, turning into purple-black chains that wrapped around the man's arm.
Purple-black mist wrapped around the man, and against the backdrop of blood, he looked like a Shura.
Lu Li slowly exhaled a breath of foul air, as if he was reborn. His spiritual pressure temporarily rose again and truly reached the same level as Unohana. He also felt that the suppressing force acting on himself, which meant that his spiritual pressure could have been increased even more.
At this time, all his combat attributes increased by 1 point, and the originally lowest strength attribute increased by 2 points!
Not only that, he felt that his five senses were more acute and his nerve reflex speed had also improved by leaps and bounds.
The magic prisoner in his hand was not on the same level of sharpness as the previous shallow strike.
Looking at Lu Li after his Shikai, Unohana smiled dangerously, "Shikai, Mr. Lu? It seems you can please me even more."
She held Nishizuku in her hand and did not perform Shikai because her Zanpakutō was a biological type Zanpakutō. After Shikai, her Zanpakutō would turn into a huge, flat, one-eyed monster similar to a manta ray, which would not help her in the current battle. Instead, it would affect her enjoyment of the fight.
"It's the end of the semester..."
Lu Li held the knife with both hands, lowered his lower body, and a pair of purple-black eyes showed fighting spirit, "...It's time to hand in the paper to the teacher!"
As his voice fell, the tatami flipped backwards and flew up, creating a wave of air, and the purple-black mist stretched out into a long strip like a chain, like a line across a giant painting.
The meat shizuku and the prisoner demon collided, and the flames were like iron trees and silver flowers. In a flash, the two sides had slashed dozens of times, and Unohana's eyes were filled with murderous intent and joy.
Yes, that's it, come and please me!
The demon-imprisoning sword swung from top to bottom, but Mao Zhihua held the sword in one hand and held the back of the sword with the other hand, blocking Lu Li's attack.
Under Unohana's surprised gaze, Lu Li did not flip backward to unload the force. Instead, he further increased the force when the swords intersected, and used the powerful recoil force to rise into the air.
He shot toward the ceiling like a bullet, adjusted his body in the air and turned upside down, then he found his footing again, his legs were muscular like a tiger in a giant painting, and his bare toes grasped the ceiling like claws.
The next moment, Lu Li shot down like a cannonball, and the pitch-black knife with purple-black mist chopped towards the enemy's head.
Ding--
After blocking the knife, Unohana lowered her body and took several steps back to offset the force. Thousands of years of combat experience allowed her to move quickly and avoid Lu Li's subsequent knife.
Both sides sped up again, the flashes of swords and blood flew together, outlining a picture of violence and killing in the misty fog.
The floor, walls and even the ceiling became the two men's footholds, and their battle escalated from two-dimensional to three-dimensional.
In the sparks created by the friction of the Zanpakutō, the gazes of the madmen collided with each other, and the murderous intent and the fighting will intertwined.
After another collision, the two leaped backwards under the huge force and stepped on the wall at the same time.
boom--
With a loud bang, the wall behind Lu Li shattered, and his rapid advance turned him into a purple-black stream of light.
Unohana's charge was silent, yet filled with a terrifying murderous aura, and she turned into a cherry-white phantom at an extremely fast speed.
The two met at the midpoint, and then passed each other. A bloody arc splashed onto the giant painting like ink, dyeing the evil spirit red, and slowly slid down her chest like an enchanted rain.
Lu Li turned around and looked at the arm that had just fallen from mid-air. It was his left arm, which was almost cut off at the root.
Lu Li swung his sword with blood, drawing an elegant arc on the ground, and looked at Unohana who was standing below the evil ghost.
"Hahaha……"
Unohana turned her back to Lu Li and laughed a little crazy, "Mr. Lu, do you want to join the Fourth Division?"
Lu Li raised his hand and used Hui Dao to treat the wound to stop the bleeding. He shook his head and said, "Although Mr. Unohana's proposal is very tempting, I want to go out and see the bigger world first."
"Really? That's a shame. But you're right. The 4th Division isn't the right team for you."
Unohana turned around slowly. There was a wound on her chest, running from her left shoulder to her lower abdomen, just like the wound she had cut when she taught Lu Li Huidao.
She lost. If it weren't for her extremely high spiritual pressure, Lu Li's sword power could have cut her off.
At the last moment, Lu Li was not only one point faster than her, but also better at making decisions. As a result, Lu Li lost an arm, and she was "fatally injured."
With her combat experience, she could certainly tell who would win and who would lose. Lu Li's blow really woke her up.
She could continue to fight and enjoy the bloodshed until Lu Li died, but after she came to her senses, she felt that it was not only irresponsible for the assessment, but also a waste like a cow chewing on a peony.
She stared at the man with a broken arm in front of her, her eyes flashing with desire for the future.
I really want to fight with you... at your peak state.
(End of this chapter)