Marvel With Zanpakutou

Chapter 778: The Holy Letter: Miracle

"No worries, do as you please."

Byakuya Kuchiki was unfazed, offering a light smile as she said, "Battle should not be limited to a single path."

In truth, she didn’t care about the means employed amid battle.

As the soul-forged blades clashed, hellish flowers watered by blood and cries blossomed—this was the supreme pleasure she found irresistible. The exact methods used, whether swordsmanship or not, didn’t matter.

What mattered... was awakening this man’s instincts.

She felt like she could sense the beast locked deep within him, crying and roaring.

"If that’s what you want," Lord said, a sly grin spreading across his face as he raised his hand slowly. "Just don’t cry or deny it when you lose."

"Do you think I’m a little girl?"

Offended by the insinuation, Byakuya’s expression darkened as she coldly responded, "I may be a woman, but don’t forget, I’m also the original Kenpachi. Underestimate me at your peril, lest my sword claims your life right here."

Her Zanpakuto curved like a crescent moon and slowly drew from its sheath.

A haunting melody of the blade stretched out, like a piano echoing through the vast Royal Palace, conjuring images of a sorrowful wife awaiting her husband’s return.

A bone-chilling killing intent swept through, bringing the harsh frost of winter.

The polished white jade stone tiles underfoot frosted over, the moisture in the air nearly freezing, as a pervasive and chilling cold surged forth, even visible breaths turning frosty white.

Lord, noticing the strange occurrences around him, realised the nature of this chilling aura.

It was not the power of the Zanpakuto manifesting but the killing intent released by Byakuya, cultivated from slaughtering countless beings.

One thousand? Ten thousand? Or a hundred thousand?

When severe, Byakuya was like a ferocious beast, baring fangs and claws, exuding a deadly aura. Her dark eyes, sharp as blade edges, seemed to slice through the skin with mere glances.

"Bankai... Senbonzakura Kageyoshi!"

A torrential surge of bloody spiritual pressure assaulted the sturdy Royal Palace.

Standing atop a sea of blood, Byakuya’s exquisitely beautiful face broke into a slight, serene smile. Like a lotus blooming in the mire, her sanctity mingled with an eerie allure, a stark contrast that added an odd charm to her presence.

"Indeed... the Byakuya back then must have been a nerfed version controlled by the system," Lord pondered. "The Byakuya summoned this time must be the true Kenpachi Byakuya, a veritable demon of slaughter!"

"Are you daydreaming?"

A cold crescent blade cleaved through the air, its chilly glint aimed directly at Lord’s neck.

The thin blade, formed from congealed blood, traced a fine line in the air, its edge imbued with a conviction to obliterate all life. Merely the leaking killing intent made the atmosphere, even the void itself, tremble.

This strike was merciless, aimed directly at a vital point.

This level of precision and ferocity in her swordsmanship was exemplary, nearly flawless by even the Lord’s discerning eye. He even felt like commending her.

If the system had initially challenged him with this peak version of Byakuya, he might have been decapitated before achieving his Shikai.

Unfortunately for her...

While Byakuya had grown stronger, Lord was no longer the same either.

The sword, curved like a crescent moon, swept through with a piercing howl, but Lord, as if oblivious, stood still, letting the blade strike his neck.

"Didn’t react? Or deliberately didn’t move?"

Byakuya frowned slightly, her eyes narrowing. Although unsure what Lord was plotting, she softened her strike at the last moment, altering her blade’s path to slash diagonally and create a spark of light.

Ssshh—

The sharp blade sliced open his chest, blood spurting along the arc. A horrifying gash nearly reached his organs, cutting from the left side of his neck down, fracturing ribs and spilling guts and organs in a brutal display.

"What are you doing?!"

This scene completely shocked Byakuya Kuchiki. Her beautiful eyes widened in astonishment.

She hadn’t expected Lord to offer any resistance at all; he didn’t even try to dodge or counterattack and instead took her powerful strike head-on.

"Cough, cough..."

Lord wobbled, coughing up a large amount of blood, nearly unable to stand. "Are you underestimating me?!" Byakuya’s eyes filled with rage, her killing intent erupting violently. The blood-red spiritual pressure spread throughout the Royal Palace, its howling wind echoing like the cries of a million tormented souls.

Such a lack of resistance could only make her think the Lord underestimates her.

Her rage ignited a mighty spiritual pressure, and a sea of blood boiled around her, thick with murderous intent. The icy tremors in her pupils suggested that Byakuya was truly furious now, and the blood dripping from her blade’s edge formed long lines that danced around her.

"Byakuya, I have never underestimated you."

Lord wiped the blood from his lips and cracked a smile. "Let me show you a magic trick, shall I?"

"Lord, that was my last bit of mercy," Byakuya said with furrowed brows, slowly raising her blood-dripping sword. "But next time, I will show no restraint. If you intend to keep playing, don’t blame me... for truly killing you."

"Get ready, the magic show is starting."

Lord stepped forward, his spiritual pressure swirling around him. "Keep your eyes wide open, don’t miss a second."

The Holy Letter: Miracle!

Transforming absolutely disadvantageous conditions into advantageous ones, reversing the direst situations, is known as a ’Miracle’!

Any damage to his body could be converted into his power; the more significant the damage, the greater the increase in power, proportionally. The only drawback is that it cannot heal the damage already suffered, but luckily, it possesses rapid regeneration.

His grievous injuries had already healed astonishingly in just a breath’s time.

Simultaneously, Lord’s body swelled like an ancient giant, breaking the thirty-meter mark. With a simple wave of his hand, a tsunami-like surge of spiritual pressure erupted, unleashing a cataclysmic tidal wave of destruction!

Bang—

Byakuya had no chance to resist and was instantly sent flying by this massive slap.

"Let’s change the venue," Lord said calmly. "It would be a shame to destroy the palace we worked so hard to build."

The scenery shifted dramatically at his command, and they were suddenly back in the hellish dimension.

The immense tidal wave carried Byakuya like a meteor, sending her flying for thousands of meters. Her delicate body crashed into a mountain, leaving a trail of blood along the way.

"You can still surrender now."

After transforming into a giant, Lord’s voice thundered across the hellish landscape.

"Surrender? No... it’s too early."

Byakuya, bathed in her blood, her clothes mostly shredded, revealing her alluring, glossy skin, walked slowly through the sea of blood, her eyes filled with unwavering conviction. "Such measures are far from enough to please me. You must know this, right?"

"I know..."

Lord chuckled meaningfully. "Just don’t cry later, Byakuya."