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Blood splattered everywhere, and Kenpachi stood still with his knife in hand, stumbling twice before he could stand firm. He gasped and asked in surprise, "What kind of move is this?"

"Flying Sword Style! The sword style I used just now pursues extreme speed. The moment you hit me, I will strike back. It is impossible to dodge." Duke explained. The so-called sword art is nothing more than fast, fierce, and accurate. The Flying Sword Style takes the "fast" and "fierce" to the extreme. The first-class speed beyond the limit, coupled with its powerful attack techniques, is unstoppable.

"Hahaha……"

Kenpachi smiled for a while, lowered his head to look at the scars on his body, then looked up at Duke in front of him, his eyes more excited: "Although I don't quite understand it, it is undoubtedly an amazing move. No one has been able to hurt me for a long time, you are indeed a powerful guy."

"Thanks for the compliment, but I won't show mercy."

"That's what I've been waiting for! This kind of battle makes my blood boil, come on harder!" With a shout, Kenpachi rushed towards Duke, waving his Zanpakutō, slashing again and again, fast and fiercely, as if he never tired. Kenpachi laughed crazily, with dense and tiny scars all over his body, and it was unknown how much blood he had shed. But he didn't care, or he was enjoying it, which was normal. With his strong spiritual pressure and physique, those wounds didn't pose any threat.

"Flying Sword Style! Dragon Hammer Flash!"

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"Double Dragon Flash!"

"My Lord! This world is so dark. How long do you want it to last? I have been waiting, expecting you to shine and dispel this endless darkness." The figure of the woman became clearer and clearer. She reached out and grabbed Duke. Her white hands held Duke tightly and she confided in him.

The brilliant sword light streaked across the night sky, but there was no sense of hitting the flesh. Duke, holding the sword, just watched Kenpachi holding his Zanpakutō and the grim smile on his face. "Impossible, the Flying Dragon Flash was caught by his bare hands..." His brain had lost the ability to command his actions, and he stood there motionless like a piece of wood. How could it be possible? He was Kenpachi Zaraki? Are you kidding me? He was completely different from before, as if he had been reborn. His speed, strength, and reaction were all completely different. Even his spiritual pressure had been raised to an unattainable height. What on earth was going on?

"My Lord, I am always by your side. Shout out my name!" The woman's face was revealed. What a beauty it was! Her black hair was like silk and fluttered in the wind. Her eyebrows were long and narrow, her pupils were like stars and the moon, her nose was exquisite, her lips were cold and purple, her face was flawless, her face was crystal clear like jade, and her skin was like ice and snow. She was dressed in white clothes, her figure was light and graceful, and she was beautiful and extraordinary. When she looked around, she had a kind of elegant and noble temperament. She was really a goddess who was high above, noble and holy!

As the sun set, the sword light shot up into the sky over the desert, slashing across dozens of meters and illuminating a large open space. Duke looked at Kenpachi lying on the ground bleeding profusely, panting and putting away his Zanpakutō. After using so many secret techniques in a row, his right hand holding the sword was a little numb.

"You're not dead yet?" Kenpachi was shocked for a moment, then burst out with even stronger spiritual pressure than before, then laughed crazily: "With this kind of momentum, I know you're the guy I've been waiting for for a long time!"

"Dragon Soar Flash!"

"How long are you going to sleep? Hurry up and call out my name!" The cold and proud female voice spoke slowly and unhurriedly, like a dream and like the sound of orchids in a valley ringing in the ears.

"Sorry, everyone, I may have to go first..."

"So strong... so fast..."

At the critical moment of life and death, when Kenpachi's sword fell, Duke woke up in time and used the fastest and strongest secret of Hiten Miken Ryu. Tensho Ryushin is a super-speed sword-drawing technique that is faster than the speed of God, and a sword move that is faster than any opponent.

"Your sword is indeed fast, but it's not enough, your strength is not enough!!!" Kenpachi licked the blood on his arm with his tongue, a crazy smile on his face: "Is this a minor injury from a fight between children? Don't tell me that this is all you can do! You should be more fierce, you can do it! Come on, kill me with the strongest slash!"

"Your name?" Duke closed his eyes and murmured, scenes flashing through his mind. Countless memories shattered into a ball, then formed into a piece. He lay quietly in this flowing river, recalling the name deep in his soul.

"It's so cold... I'm about to die... So this is what death feels like... I really don't want to accept it..."

"Dragon Hammer Flash!"

"I remember now, your name is..."

"Sky Soaring Dragon Flash!"

"I wish you good luck, don't die like this... You haven't..."

"I can't let him go on, or I'll really die!" Duke forced his hands and feet to stop shaking, and under Kenpachi's destructive pressure, he concentrated on swinging the most brilliant blow.

"What are you doing! Have you lost your fighting spirit? That would be too boring..." After saying this, Kenpachi Zaraki disappeared from the spot in an instant, appeared above Duke's head, and slashed him down with a fierce blow.

"This can also be considered spiritual pressure... What a joke?" Duke's hand holding the sword was shaking, and he couldn't believe the situation in front of him. He knew that although Kenpachi could not perform Shikai, he had one of the best spiritual pressures among all the captains, but this was too exaggerated. Duke was proud of his spiritual pressure, which had reached the captain level, but in front of this spiritual pressure, the spiritual pressure he was proud of was just as ridiculous as a child, and it was not worth mentioning.

Duke opened his eyes wide before he finished speaking, and watched in disbelief as Kenpachi stood up again. Kenpachi was covered in blood, and the wounds had rolled up his skin and flesh, and even some white bones could be seen. This injury, which was enough to kill him, did not defeat Kenpachi, but instead awakened something buried deep in his heart.

The rising spiritual pressure blew away the clouds in the sky, and the passionate sword intent rose from the ground and pierced the sky. The sea covering the sky was pierced with a hole, and it could not calm down for a long time. Kenpachi turned around and took a few steps, and was frightened by the terrible spiritual pressure that erupted behind him. He turned around suddenly and saw Duke standing up again with his Zanpakutō. The spiritual pressure radiated from him, radiating endlessly.

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"Your name?" Duke tried to see the woman's face through the darkness, but he could only see a little outline, an outline shrouded in darkness.

Reiatsu! The indescribably powerful reiatsu swept over! An extremely strong reiatsu emanated from Kenpachi's body. This reiatsu was completely different from the previous one. It was so strong that it was like a sea falling from the sky. Everything within sight let out a wail from the depths of its soul. Trees and rocks creaked and collapsed into pieces.

boom--------

"You know, just say my name!" A cold white wrist, like bright moonlight, cut through the darkness and gently stroked Duke's cheek.

The serrated blade raised high fell down, cutting a horrible wound diagonally from Duke's shoulder to his lower abdomen. Blood, blood splashed all over Kenpachi's body. Duke paused for a moment, then slowly fell to the ground, bleeding a lot, and his spiritual pressure dropped sharply.

"puff--"

"Flying Sword Style! Nine-headed Dragon Flash!"

The nine basic swordplay slashing directions include head-on, right-to-left diagonal downward slashing, left-to-right diagonal downward slashing, left horizontal slashing, right horizontal slashing, left diagonal upward slashing, right diagonal upward slashing, bottom-to-top slashing, and throat slashing. Duke used the speed of the Hiten Miken Ryu to slash from nine directions in an instant, leaving Kenpachi unable to defend or evade.

Duke was so shocked that he stood there in shock. He remembered very clearly the battle between Kenpachi, Ichigo and the Espada Nnoitra. At that time, Kenpachi was definitely not so powerful.

Duke was calm and composed. He smiled faintly, stroked his Zanpakutō as if he were treating his lover, held it horizontally in front of his chest, and said thoughtfully:

"Shine brightly to the world - Synodic Moon!"

"As you wish, don't die." Duke saw that Kenpachi was only in his twenties, and there was still a big difference between him and the future. It must be a long time before he can become the captain of the 11th Division, and there is still a lot of potential that has not been tapped. Even so, he is still a very scary opponent. Facing such a monster, there is no need to hide.

"There are still many things I want to do..."

Duke's pupils gradually dilated, and his consciousness began to diverge. Everything became blurry, and darkness enveloped his world! He drifted in the dark space, drifting with the flow without knowing where to go. His heavy eyelids became increasingly difficult to support, and the candlelight of life gradually faded away.

"Thanks to you, I seem to remember something, but that doesn't matter anymore. Now let's start the second round!" Kenpachi walked towards Duke step by step with his Zanpakuto. With every step he took, his momentum increased.

Figures crossed, swords flashed with blood. Duke turned his head and looked behind him. All nine slashes hit him. Facing the slashes beyond his limit, Kenpachi had no time to react... or rather, Kenpachi reacted but couldn't dodge, so he just used his body to take these nine slashes.

"Tell me, my name is..."

Duke's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and the touch of his Zanpakutō frightened him. Hiten Miken-ryu's swordsmanship could only barely break Kenpachi's spiritual pressure, leaving nine tiny wounds, which were not even considered minor injuries.

"Flying Dragon Flash!"

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"Who is it?" Duke opened his eyes, and the surroundings were still pitch black as they had been for thousands of years.

"What! I thought I could dodge it... How boring!" Kenpachi licked the blood at the corner of his mouth, glanced at the dying Duke, and turned away.

The spiritual pressure exploded, sweeping the sky and the ground like a hurricane. Kenpachi held one hand across his eyes, was forced back by the spiritual pressure, and his feet plowed two deep grooves on the ground. After the hurricane, Duke's clothes did not change at all, but the Zanpakutō in his hand changed from short to long, and the blade exuded a hazy and glittering moonlight, echoing the bright moon hanging high in the sky.

"Sorry for the wait, the second round begins." Duke wiped the wound from his shoulder to his lower abdomen with one hand, and healed instantly. His sharp black eyes stared at Kenpachi, cold and lonely, but also domineering, and exuded a domineering power that looked down on everything.

"The wound has disappeared, interesting...is that the ability of your Zanpakuto? That means you are more resistant to cuts!" Kenpachi was not afraid when he saw this, but instead became ferocious and took a step forward to chop at Duke's head.

"The Wind Style of Wuming God——Jiaolong!"

(End of this chapter)