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"It's so tough… that shield on his arm is incredibly solid…"

Muguruma Kensei stared at Sado Yasutora in disbelief.

It was just flesh and blood—yet it didn't feel like Sado was releasing any overwhelming spiritual pressure. Still, the defense was incredible.

Everyone watching couldn't help but show surprised smiles.

Back when they invaded Soul Society, Sado's strength was already at the level of a lieutenant.After training in Hueco Mundo, he had become even stronger. His defensive ability had reached a point where he could even briefly hold off Kurosaki Ichigo's Tensa Zangetsu.

Fighting against a Shikai-level opponent like this wasn't exactly effortless, but it was well within his capabilities.

"But what's the point of tough defense if you can't fight back?"

Kensei snapped out of his shock and swung his dagger-like Zanpakutō down with force.

A gust of wind surged from the blade, carrying sharp wind blades that blasted Sado backward like a falling tower.

But Sado wasn't fazed.

Relying on the battle instincts he had sharpened in Hueco Mundo, he tightened his grip on his black and red shielded arm.

He channeled his Reiatsu into it—and the incoming wind shattered like glass.

Kensei didn't try to dodge. Instead, he charged in, the green wind swirling around his blade as he shouted:

"Bomb Charge!"

The short dagger glowed with spiritual power and exploded forward with intense force, slamming into Sado's armored arm.

The shockwave crushed the ground beneath them.

"He blocked it!?"

Hirako Shinji raised his eyebrows in surprise."This kid's no joke!"

Kensei's Zanpakutō, while Kidō-type, still packed a lot of power. Among them, it was one of the strongest.

And yet, Sado was holding his ground—matching him blow for blow.

Hearing Shinji's words, Kensei's expression darkened. A flicker of frustration crossed his face.

"You're strong, I'll admit that… but you've still got a long way to go."

He began to step back, preparing to switch tactics—pull back and strike from range.

But—

Snap!

Sado didn't let go.

He clutched Kensei's hand tightly, locking him in place. Then he turned to Nanaya and asked calmly:

"Nanaya… is it okay if I use that move?"

Nanaya instantly understood. A subtle smirk played on his lips as he nodded.

"Go ahead. The guy in front of you is a captain. He can handle it."

With Nanaya's reassurance, Sado gave a slight nod, finally letting loose without holding back.

"What... what do you mean!?"

Kensei looked at Sado, confused.

Sado had clearly been on the back foot just now—so why was he suddenly so calm?

Did he have some kind of trump card?

As Kensei puzzled over it, Sado suddenly let out a powerful roar.

A new wave of Reiatsu burst from him—far more intense than before.

His left arm began to change.

White material started forming around it, similar in color to the masks of the Menos Grande. It radiated a fierce and overwhelming aura, heavy with aggression.

Unlike the black and red right arm, this white left arm felt dark and dangerous—like something born from raw, chaotic energy.

Everyone watched in awe as the transformation completed.

A shield-like structure formed over Sado's left arm, similar in design to the right but with sharp white and red patterns. A jagged spike jutted from his shoulder, and the red tips of his fingers looked sharp enough to cut through anything.

It gave off a sense of pure menace.

"This isn't good…"

Kensei's expression changed instantly.

He could feel it—the energy surging from that white arm was dangerous. One hit could deal serious damage.

But it was too late to escape.

Sado's black and red arm still had a firm grip on his hand, holding him in place.

Without a word, Sado raised his left arm.

Reiatsu exploded around him like a wave crashing down.

Then, with a sharp glare and zero hesitation, he launched his attack:

"Demon's — STRIKE!!!"

At the critical moment, Muguruma Kensei gritted his teeth and shouted:

"Bankai—Tachikaze: Chimera Blast!"

As his Bankai activated, Kensei's Reiatsu exploded, surging higher and higher—surpassing even Komamura Sajin's in an instant.

Now dual-wielding large, jagged blades, Kensei's arms were wrapped in mechanical tracks that connected behind his back. His back was also covered in armored plating.

He raised both blades and charged forward, meeting Sado Yasutora's demon-like left arm head-on.

BOOM!

The impact sent both fighters flying backward.

Every step they took cracked the ground beneath them. The force from their clash left a massive crater at the center of the battlefield.

Kensei stared at Sado, stunned.

"What's with your arm!? It actually held off my Bankai!?"

He knew how Reiatsu worked—how it could enhance attack and defense. Fighters like Zaraki Kenpachi thrived on that alone.

But in that last collision, Kensei had no advantage whatsoever. Sado's monstrous left arm had overpowered him.

While Kensei stood there shocked, Sado wasted no time. He raised his massive arm again and attacked.

BOOM!

The ground was torn apart. The impact of the punch left a massive, skeletal fist-shaped crater.

Kensei was sent flying several meters, barely keeping his footing. Meanwhile, Sado stood firm, unmoved—like a living fortress.

His training in Hueco Mundo had paid off.

He had mastered both arms.

His left arm, the Demon Arm, was his ultimate weapon—capable of delivering monstrous attacks.

His right arm, the Giant's Shield, was built for defense—an impenetrable wall.

With both attack and defense perfectly balanced, Sado now controlled the pace of battle.

Without a word, he charged again.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Their clash shook the battlefield. The ground split beneath them as Sado continued hammering Kensei back.

Kensei, panting and bruised, stared at the towering figure before him in disbelief.

This human's punch… could probably smash through the Sōkyoku Hill in Soul Society.

Watching the fierce battle unfold, Nanaya finally spoke:

"Sado, that's enough. You can stop now."

Sado stepped back immediately, fists lowered.

Around him, the ground was completely destroyed—only craters and devil-like skull imprints remained.

Nanaya smirked and looked toward Hirako Shinji and Love Aikawa (Liu Lian Quanxi).

"Well? Do either of you still want to fight me?"

Hirako and Love exchanged a glance.

With a sigh, Hirako scratched his head and jumped down from the upper level.

"Fine, I'll take you on. But don't underestimate me. I used to be the strongest in hand-to-hand combat back in the day."

He said it with seriousness now—not just as a challenge, but with the pride of a Shinigami who couldn't afford to lose to a human.

"Then come on," Nanaya replied calmly.

He turned slightly and murmured, "One-Tail Shukaku… I need your strength."

Deep inside Nanaya's body, the spirit of Shukaku—the One-Tailed Beast—roared, its form recently reformed.

Chaotic spiritual energy surged into Nanaya's body.

In the blink of an eye, a sand gourd appeared on his back, pouring out streams of pale desert sand.

At the same time, a Hollow mask formed on his face—shaped like a raccoon, echoing Shukaku's presence.

"What is this!?"

Urahara Kisuke, Tsukabishi Tessai, and the others stared in shock.

"A Hollow transformation!?"

To them, this was clearly the sign of a completed Hollowfication.

But they hadn't heard anything about Nanaya having a Menos Grande or any Hollow within him.

Nanaya calmly replied under the mask:"Don't worry. I'm still in control."

Then, he placed both hands on the ground.

"Sandstorm Funeral."

The earth around him began to shift—solid ground turning to sand at an incredible speed.

The barren mountainside quickly transformed into a wide desert of yellow sand.

Under Nanaya's control, the swirling sands surged toward Hirako Shinji like a living storm.

Hirako's expression grew serious as he drew his Zanpakutō.

According to his intel, Nanaya had never shown powers like this. He had never manipulated yellow or white sand before.

But now, as Nanaya's Hollowfication deepened, even a tail had formed behind him—similar to a Tailed Beast.

Golden-yellow Reiatsu pulsed around him like a sandstorm.

With a sharp grin, Nanaya pointed his right hand at Shinji and said again:

"Sandstorm Funeral!"

Suddenly, the yellow sand that made up the battlefield and the white sand within Nanaya—originally from Hueco Mundo—merged into a massive sand tsunami.

It swallowed Hirako Shinji whole.

Without hesitation, Nanaya clenched his fist.

WHOOSH!

The swirling sands compressed instantly, like a giant vice trying to crush Shinji inside the storm of sand.

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