Relying solely on Old man Yama's power was far from enough to bring this battle to an end.
After all, although Zanka no Tachi's attack power was immensely strong, whether in characteristics or effects, it wasn't the most 'correct' choice at a time like this.
Indiscriminate attacks were too deadly.
Also considering this factor, Seiya let Zanka no Tachi drop down.
After observing the other make such a move, Yhwach, who was floating in the air and looking down from above.
Imperceptibly furrowed his brow.
Boring.
Although he wouldn't resist slaughtering opponents without resistance, for this moment, he had already prepared to make a complete break with the past.
Being able to kill Yamamoto while also having his successor perish here...
Was there anything more exciting and joyful than this in the world?
There shouldn't be.
Yhwach had fully prepared for a fierce battle, yet Seiya's current behavior had quietly nullified all his resolve...
How detestable.
Even at a life-or-death moment, he still wanted to disgust others?
At this very moment, Seiya's behavior itself made Yhwach feel disgusted and irritated.
But... forget it.
After all, if he thought about it carefully, this was probably the limit of the so-called Soul Reapers.
What Yamamoto couldn't accomplish, what level could this young man before him reach?
Even conversely speaking, if the sword demon from a thousand years ago came now, perhaps his performance wouldn't be as good as this person's.
Having reached a conclusion in his heart, naturally there was no hesitation.
Yhwach imperceptibly sighed.
"If that's the case, then..."
He couldn't finish his words.
Because in the next instant, he clearly saw Seiya closing his eyes at this moment.
Cutting off vision? This behavior itself had no meaning. And Yhwach soon detected where the change lay...
The spiritual pressure on the other's body was continuously climbing.
A cornered beast's struggle?
Interesting.
Taking back his previous discourteous remarks, Yhwach's originally calm face became ferocious again at this moment.
The so-called blood war had to reach this level to have meaning.
But what level could the current Seiya reach?
If he wanted to rely solely on Zanka no Tachi's power, then before cutting through his Blut, the Soul Society would already be boiling into a sea of fire...
So what was Seiya's answer?
Naturally, it was extremely simple.
'The remaining spiritual pressure is about one-third...'
'Although there's some pressure, it's already enough.'
'After all, there are others covering the rear. At a time like this, even using it to exhaustion doesn't matter...'
Continuously weighing pros and cons in his mind, soon, Seiya, who had reached a conclusion, reopened his eyes.
He looked toward Yhwach's figure in the air.
Before beginning to act, he had already made predictions about the other.
And as the process of fighting gradually deepened, Seiya would also make judgments about these plans and predictions, thus continuing to think about whether these plans needed to continue being executed.
At this very moment.
Urahara, who was observing not far away, couldn't help but sigh.
"Things are starting to get troublesome~"
Ichigo looked over with considerable confusion.
"Uh... what do you mean?"
"Literally, Kurosaki-kun."
The shop owner instinctively reached toward his waist, but regrettably, today's departure seemed too hasty...
So much so that he didn't even bring his signature folding fan.
Ah, somewhat 'unsettling.'
"Getting back to the point, how does Kurosaki-kun view the current situation?"
Although the sudden question surprised the young strawberry somewhat, he quickly reacted.
"Uh... if I were to judge, then it should be..."
After a brief pause.
Ichigo gave his judgment.
"Arima-san has the upper hand, right?"
"Oh! As expected of you~ What you say is quite insightful."
Urahara had the same judgment at this moment.
This person who usually spoke in riddles and had an extremely sinister style, now hid his gaze under his fishing hat, yet uncontrollably revealed some sharpness.
At this very moment, in others' eyes, it appeared that Arima-kun was at a disadvantage. But that was merely an illusion...
After all, those who truly knew his real strength were still only a few.
As a master of three powers, even if he wasn't acting in his true form at this moment, for Yhwach, they still weren't in an equal relationship.
"Yes, it's almost time."
As Urahara's soft chant settled, Seiya, who was feeling the power surging within his body.
At this moment, took a deep breath and slightly raised his head.
"Hey, Yhwa... no, Your Majesty."
Appropriate respect wouldn't change the result, moreover...
If nothing unexpected happened, this would also be the last time Seiya spoke such honorifics to the person before him.
Consider it a farewell to his past.
Yhwach looked down at the person before him from above. Although he couldn't quite understand this person's thoughts, it didn't prevent him from responding.
"What is it?"
"If you die again this time... will you resurrect again?"
"Heh, unknown matters, I can't make any judgment either. Let's talk about it after you accomplish it."
Although he hadn't held hope for the other to answer anyway, hearing it clearly now, Seiya rarely felt wistful.
As Yhwach said, who could say for certain about things that hadn't happened yet?
Yes, precisely because of this.
It was worth trying.
Boom!!!
With his thoughts settling, Seiya's body began to show a boiling tendency.
Watching this eruption that could pierce the sky and scatter the clouds, Yhwach remained completely unmoved.
For a strong person, achieving this level merely through momentum... was completely within reach.
After all, having tempered his soul to this degree, essentially, his life form had already transcended this world.
Even if the current Seiya couldn't achieve this level, that would instead make Yhwach feel confused.
But...
This expected thing indeed lacked some deserved sense of surprise.
Inevitably, this tyrant's face showed some regretful contours.
Only this level.
Merely simple spiritual pressure compression and eruption. Although the power erupted through such crude means was indeed intense, it definitely wasn't his match...
So, was this the end?
The answer was naturally no.
Only now did Seiya begin trying to mobilize the power that belonged uniquely to him.
Accompanied by a faint buzzing from within his body, Seiya's body displayed a strange and twisted brilliance.
Dense, profound, as if some indescribable 'blackness' was emerging from his body thread by thread.
Seiya's breathing began to become rapid, his brow also furrowing at this moment.
Pop pop pop pop pop...
A series of explosive sounds came from his body.
The surface skin began to continuously writhe, and in these strange and eerie echoes, Seiya's body slightly twisted, then with a puff...
His clothing was torn.
At this moment, a milky white swollen armor appeared on his right hand. It clung tightly to Seiya's body, like some symbiotic tissue, intimately connected with him, inseparable.
"..."
What was this?
Even someone as strong as Yhwach couldn't completely grasp the current situation at this moment.
He watched Seiya show a rather painful expression, as if enduring some inhuman torture, so much so that he couldn't help but clench his teeth.
Then.
Seiya's face began to show hazy distortion.
Milky white substance surged out like a tide, instantly climbing up and covering more than half.
As these indescribable gel-like substances appeared, they twisted like some parasite, until finally becoming a white mask covering half his face.
Seiya seemed to have gained relief, letting out a long breath at this moment.
He had done it.
The power of Hollow manifested at this moment.
Seiya's originally quite turbulent power showed further advancement at this moment.
Even in the originally semi-transparent turbulent flow, there was now mixed heart-palpitating and unsettling black fluctuations...
Yhwach's expression became somewhat strange.
He instantly grasped the key point of the problem and at this moment penetrated the other's method.
The other had completely integrated the power symbolizing Hollow into his body...
But.
"Why..."
Didn't he do this before?
Did he think he wasn't worthy of his full power?
Although he didn't understand Yhwach's thoughts, Seiya, who was now slightly gasping, only showed a rather forced smile.
"Why? That's naturally because... this power isn't stable enough yet."
Fusing powers of different natures.
Although no one in the current three worlds had done similar behavior.
But Ichigo in the original work had already made sufficient attempts.
With the Soul King's help and foreknowledge of market trends, Seiya had already developed his concepts to a truly 'sage-like' level.
Multiple power fusion wasn't simply 'using,' but required penetrating flesh and entering the soul.
The most obvious example was the young strawberry after reforging his Zanpakutō.
When Ichigo wielding dual swords completely released his power... his body would also uncontrollably show Hollowfication parts.
This was the intuitive symbol of 'fusion.'
Power would penetrate the soul, manifesting in the most intuitive form on the user's surface.
But Yhwach's question also had its reasoning... after all, if he could display true power, why not choose to act immediately?
The soul's deficiency...
Was the problem the person involved currently faced.
Seiya currently only had the parts symbolizing Hollow and Quincy.
As for those symbolizing human and Soul Reaper... they had long since disappeared in the Soul Society much earlier.
Although there were some similar backup arrangements now, before gathering the missing parts, Seiya couldn't know the consequences of forced fusion either.
If possible.
The person involved didn't want to make such an attempt.
Although he didn't have a researcher's identity, not taking risks lightly was also an excellent quality.
Fortunately.
The result was always good...
Exhaling a long breath, Seiya slowly stood up at this moment, standing in place again.
The armor on his body was still in a continuously writhing state at this moment. Compared to Ichigo's state in the original work, Seiya's current image was obviously more 'unstable.'
Puff...
Seeing the white tail that suddenly sprouted from behind Seiya, Yhwach couldn't help but slightly curve his lips upward.
Although he didn't have knowledge expansion in this area—but even just out of intuition, the ancestor of the Quincies could understand a certain unwritten principle.
True strong people were those who were 'at ease.'
While facing enemies, still being able to consider their own image, then using rich methods to defeat the opponent... this was the posture a strong person should have.
In comparison, the weaker side struggling and working hard, thus appearing unsightly, was nothing unusual.
Yhwach seemed to have victory in his grasp, showing a meaningful smile.
"How ugly..."
Even so.
For such a person who didn't care about his appearance but still struggled to fight and live... Yhwach also gave some respect.
"Continuing to twist like this would be too pitiful. Seiya, let me put an end to your life."
A unilateral superior's declaration.
Indicating that the current Yhwach already felt there were no more variables.
He raised his left hand high above his head. Although there was no chanting afterward, those scattered points of light had already begun to gather and merge.
Until they formed a bright blue light circle in the tyrant's palm.
Things like stardust fragments began falling from the air. Yhwach swung his left hand forward, and as the light circle began to spread and expand...
Then flickered with even brighter radiance.
Bang bang bang bang bang!!!
Thunderous roars came one after another. Light pillars reaching to the sky surrounded Seiya's perimeter, completely enclosing him within.
Those were solemn and massive crosses. Just seeing their outline made people feel their hearts tremble slightly...
"Sankt Altar."
Yhwach's eyes reflected blue brilliance. At this moment, on that serious and merciless face, it seemed to show some wistful contours.
As the ultimate technique of Quincy skills, this was also the final offensive that Yhwach had developed through research.
"Once you step inside, you'll be cleansed by the light rain, stripping away all sins."
It suits...
The current you very well.
Light began to fall, but before that...
Seiya's body had already begun to move.
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