"Young brat, no matter how arrogant you are, you should have a limit."

After hearing Aiyan's words about Zanjutsu, Kido, Hakuda and Hohō and that both his Reiatsu and Zanpakutō were superior, Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni, who had just been repulsed, was quite shocked at first, but that was immediately replaced by anger.

"Don't believe it?"

"Come on then."

"This time, I will make an exception and use my own strength to fight against you."

Aiyan smiled brightly.

"Whether it's Zanjutsu, Kido, Hakuda and Hohō, Reiatsu, or Zanpakutō, I don't need to learn them from the Shin'ō Academy. Attack here. I will make you understand that your time as Genryūsai is over."

He waved to Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni.

"As you wish."

Yamamoto Genryūsai stepped forward with Shunpo. Without leaving any afterimage, he silently appeared in front of Aiyan like a ghost and punched out hard at the same time. Like a meteorite falling from the sky, without even touching Aiyan's body, the surging and scorching fist pressure had already roared forward.

"Ikkotsu (Single Bone)!"

A gleaming green light appeared all over Aiyan's body. Without any movement, he disappeared from the spot, avoiding the pressure of the strike. At the same time, he appeared at Yamamoto Genryūsai's side, punching out like a heavy cannon, striking straight.

Crack!

The air exploded with a sound, and countless flames pressed down like a swarm of burning meteors, like a peacock spreading its tail. In an instant, Yamamoto Genryūsai was flooded by eight hundred and thirty strikes.

"Toward the Peacock!"

Before the flames dissipated, a slightly embarrassed figure flew backward into the air.

It was Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni.

By the time he stabilized his body in midair, Aiyan had already streaked across the sky like a meteor, arriving at his side and punching out with his right hand. Wherever the fist pointed, a tiger's roar erupted, resounding through the sky and spreading across Seireitei.

A large area of the sky showed a viscous distortion visible to the naked eye, like rapid water twisting into a ball, forming a faint Uzumaki shape.

"Daytime Tiger!"

A gray and black, huge, ferocious tiger head emerged from the atmospheric Uzumaki, staring directly at Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni with cold, savage pupils.

"Sōkotsu (Double Bone)!"

Feeling the terrifying oppression from behind, Yamamoto forcibly adjusted his body in midair. As the strongest Shinigami in a thousand years, his combat experience, skills, and awareness had all been honed to the ultimate level. It could only be described as impeccable.

Without needing his brain to deliberately command, his hands had already twisted with his body for an instant, like two dragons out of the sea, blasting their blazing fists behind him. Two explosive strikes poured out, colliding with the Reiatsu tiger baring its fangs.

Boom!

Once the two forces collided, the atmosphere distorted and collapsed on the spot, then cracked like a shattered mirror, splitting into appalling, unimaginable fractures. White rays of light continued to bloom from the cracks.

Roar!

After a brief stalemate, the Reiatsu tiger opened its mouth and bit down, crushing the oncoming blazing fists, then stepped on the air with all four limbs, leaping forward. Yamamoto Genryūsai was forced to retreat with Shunpo, avoiding the leaping tiger in increasing danger.

However—

Before he could relax, a fist was already pressed against his back.

Roar!

The roar of the tiger shook the earth again, and the Reiatsu beast that had just smashed into a distant mountain reappeared.

At such close range, Yamamoto had no way to hide. He could only let the Reiatsu tiger bite down with its gaping mouth, watching as its teeth pierced into his body as though they were real, and then—

Boom!

The tiger's entire body bloomed with gray beams of light, then twisted and rotated, turning into a Reiatsu sphere that hovered over Seireitei's ground. While spinning rapidly, it continuously released overwhelming, majestic fist pressure.

Even the aftermath stirred the atmosphere, triggering hurricane-like waves of force that spread for kilometers. With just one punch, it was like a meteorite hitting the earth, shattering land across a kilometer radius, leaving a crater the size of a basin.

Pfft!

In the deep pit, Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni used his Zanpakutō as a crutch. He did not fall, but blood seeped from the corners of his mouth.

In contrast, Aiyan—

Since the battle began, not only had he not been injured, but even his captain's robe was only stained with a little dust.

This scene declared a fact to all Shinigami:

Even when fighting against the strongest Shinigami in a thousand years, his clothes were merely a little dirty!

"Your sword is not as sharp as mine."

"Your Shunpo is not as fast as mine."

"Your Hakuda is not as strong as mine."

Aiyan stood on the edge of the pit, looking down at Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni.

"Do you want to try Kidō again? Or is this the end for you?"

"Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni…"

His words made Yamamoto's expression turn ferocious. Gnashing his teeth and gasping for air, his body like an iron tower trembled slightly.

It was clear—

Even the strongest Shinigami in a thousand years was greatly shaken by that Daytime Tiger just now.

"Is the gap really so great?"

"Although Kidō hasn't been tested yet, the difference in Kendo, Hakuda, and Shunpo is already clear at a glance."

"In just one year, he has surpassed Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni, who has trained for thousands of years."

"What kind of terrifying talent is this!"

In the distance, Shihōin Yoruichi, Tōsen Kaname, Kuchiki Byakuya, and others, who had witnessed every moment of the clash between the strongest genius in a thousand years and the strongest Shinigami in a thousand years, were all stunned.

They had expected an even battle between dragons and tigers—

But what they saw was Aiyan's solo performance, a unilateral suppression.

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In Shunpo, Yamamoto was slower.

In Hakuda, Yamamoto was overpowered.

Except for Kidō, Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni had been utterly crushed.

"Master Yamamoto!"

At this time, Kyōraku Shunsui, unable to use his limbs, Reiatsu, or Zanpakutō, was hanging from a broken tree.

It was Yadōmaru Lisa's lingering affection for their past bond that had saved him from being killed by the aftermath of Aiyan and Yamamoto's battle. She even chose a spot for him where he could watch the fight between the strongest genius and the strongest Shinigami.

"Is Teacher Genryūsai suppressed to this extent?"

Also receiving the same treatment was Jūshirō Ukitake, hung next to Kyōraku Shunsui. Using his Reiatsu perception and his own eyes, he too saw Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni falling into disadvantage.

Seeing this, his eyes widened in disbelief.

That was the Captain-Commander who had never been matched in a thousand years!

It would have been understandable if Aiyan had relied on strategies and schemes as before, but this fight was clearly head-to-head, strength against strength, without tricks or deception.

It was all pure Shinigami power—

Kendo.

Hakuda.

Shunpo.

On the other side, standing in the pit, Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni panted slightly, then his eyes widened. Strong and pure murderous intent burst forth, accompanied by Reiatsu like a mountain torrent and tsunami.

"That's it?"

"I had almost forgotten how long it has been since I was so despised."

"You want to test my Kidō, right? Then take this!"

Facing Aiyan's provocation, having been inferior in Kendo, Hakuda, and Shunpo, Yamamoto immediately retaliated with Hadō #90.

"Hadō #90: Kurohitsugi!"

Lines of Reiatsu threads glowing with purple-black light extended from all over Aiyan's body.

Kurohitsugi was still forming, but already the gravity that distorted everything had suppressed him, preventing him from dodging and imprisoning him in place. He could only watch as the coffin of darkness closed in around him.

Pfft!

Thousands of Reiatsu blades, like crosses carrying the aura of death, fell from the sky and pierced directly into the Black Coffin. A gravitational flow several times stronger than before filled the space, submerging Aiyan within the torrent.

"This is my Kidō, refined over a thousand years."

"Don't expect your anti-Kidō skills alone to completely negate it."

"That is impossible!"