"Despicable fellow, daring to trick me!"
Upon hearing Fang Mo's statement, Baraggan also reacted, immediately picking up his huge axe in anger: "Do you think I can't do anything to you like this?"
"How come there's such a big difference between us, both being Bone Kings?"
Facing Baraggan's Axe of Doom, Fang Mo simply lifted a finger lightly to block the blade: "Although Ainz likes to match wits with the air, at least he has a brain. But when it comes to you, you just swing wildly. What, got an itching to hack and slash?"
"You…"
Baraggan seemed to be stunned by this scene as well.
However, before he could react, Fang Mo had already stabbed his sword into Baraggan's chest.
Baraggan tried to corrode the weapon with his Breath of Death, but the weapon, just like Fang Mo's body, was immune to the death aura.
"This…is…impossible…"
Baraggan looked down at the great sword in his chest with difficulty.
"Don't bow your head, your crown will fall off."
However, as he bowed his head, Fang Mo cheerfully adjusted the crown on his head: "There, wear it properly, it's crooked."
Baraggan seemed to want to say something, but a huge suction force suddenly emanated from his chest, as if the sword was trying to devour him. However, Baraggan did not struggle, only looking towards Aizen in the distance with great unwillingness, throwing his huge axe at him with all his remaining strength.
Unfortunately, the axe had only flown a few meters.
It was sucked back by a great force, disappearing along with Baraggan into the Ender Great Sword.
After sealing Baraggan, the Ender Great Sword in Fang Mo's hand also transformed, turning from its original dark green to pitch black, the hilt turning into a ghastly white bone, and the blade looking like a golden crown.
As for the blade, the Fire of Decay quietly burned on the ink-like blade.
"Good, another minor artifact taken care of."
Fang Mo, satisfied, waved the black long sword in his hand: "I'll remake a great sword with better materials later… the name will be 'Spectral Light'."
"Is it done?"
While Fang Mo was examining the black long sword, Yoruichi quickly jumped down from mid-air, walking straight towards him: "You've sealed it?"
"Lady Yoruichi, please stay away from him."
Seeing this, Soi Fon hurriedly spoke: "He's no different from those Hollows now, touching him will turn you into dust."
"Hey, hey, girl, we're on the same side here." Fang Mo also looked towards Yoruichi upon hearing this: "Didn't we just agree? You were going to help me with the pose…"
"Shut up! Shameless villain!"
Soi Fon immediately interrupted, "I have never spoken a word to you!"
"Hey, hey, you..."
Fang Mo was about to argue a few more words with the other party, but in the next second, several figures suddenly fell from mid-air. Looking up, they discovered that Ukitake Jūshirō, Kyōraku Shunsui, and Komamura Sajin had already been defeated, with several deep, bone-visible wounds on their bodies.
As for Aizen in mid-air.
After dealing with several of the captains present, he slowly floated down to the ground.
In fact, Aizen had noticed Fang Mo from the moment he made his move against Baraggan. However, dealing with a few captains took a bit of time, and now that the enemies were almost all cleared, he turned his attention to Fang Mo.
"It's been a long time, Ryoka Fang Mo ."
Aizen's tone was calm, yet this calmness, coupled with the fallen captains on the ground, emphasized his oppressive force even more.
On this side, Soi Fon, Kensei Muguruma, and Shihōin Yoruichi were instantly on high alert. Everyone present stopped their actions in that instant, staring at him intently, Fang Mo, the troublemaker, excluded.
"It's been a long time, Shinigami Aizen."
Fang Mo turned to look at Aizen and spoke in the same tone.
"Actually, I didn't want to see you here." Aizen slightly frowned, "Because this only means, my subordinates are all useless."
"I didn't want to see you here... nevermind, I'm too lazy to repeat."
Fang Mo waved his hand dismissively, "Your subordinates have already defected en masse, give it up, Aizen, the Zero Division is outside."
"Everyone has betrayed?" Aizen seemed unconcerned, and said indifferently, "If they could be turned by you, then that only means they really are useless. And the useless... no matter how many you gather, they are of no use. You aren't planning to use them to fight me, are you?"
"Just like you, pretending again after not seeing you for a while."
Fang Mo also smiled, "Actually, your mentality is really strong. I've always been thinking about how to make you despair. Turning them was part of the plan, I just didn't expect... the subordinates you raised turned out to be so useless, some of them were slapped to death by me before they could even turn."
"Let me think... there was a can-head, a black ghost, and a joyous mantis."
Fang Mo smiled at Aizen, "So, since your subordinates are so useless, the person who raised them must be of the same standard, right, Aizen?"
"Do you think so?"
Aizen spoke calmly, "So, what is the psychology behind desperately fighting over these trifles?"
"I just enjoy clashing with someone of high standards like you. It's the joy of the game."
Fang Mo, upon hearing this, didn't get angry but instead laughed, "All beings believe in those who are superior to themselves. Without blind faith, they cannot survive. Those who are trusted, in order to alleviate such pressure, will seek out even more superior individuals. This cycle repeats, giving birth to kings and gods... Thus, if they choose to follow me, it must be because they think I am superior to you."
...
After hearing Fang Mo's words, Aizen was unusually stunned.
This wasn't because Aizen had no comeback to Fang Mo's remarks, but rather what Fang Mo had said reflected Aizen's innermost thoughts.
However, Aizen only paused for a moment before regaining his composure. If someone else had said this, Aizen might ponder whether they truly believed it. But coming from Fang Mo... Aizen quickly caught on. It was clearly a case of mind-reading or foreseeing the future, as it wasn't the first time Fang Mo had preempted his words.
Indeed, Fang Mo had intentionally preempted the conversation.
After all, he had read the original story, so no matter how Aizen pretended, it was futile. Not even Yhwach, who is known as omniscient and omnipotent, could change that. It was like a lower-dimensional strike.
"It seems you're really interesting."
Aizen slowly said, "You know more than I expected."
"Given that you're at least a big boss, I'll give you a chance." As he spoke, Fang Mo drew a brand new End Sword, "Sit on it now, and I won't make a move against you."
"Is this your weapon?"
Aizen glanced at the End Sword in Fang Mo's hand, "I see, your ability is to defeat others and seal them within it, then use their power, right?"
Aizen had noticed Fang Mo's actions when he defeated Baraggan.
Now seeing the black sword in Fang Mo's hand, he instantly understood, "It's indeed a special ability, perhaps this is what you rely on, a power system completely independent from Reiatsu."
"I actually wanted to use your Reiatsu system."
Fang Mo spread his hands, "Saying something like 'flash step, Bankai' would be so cool... but the problem is I can't use it, so I had to borrow your spiritual pressure instead. You're one of the five great war powers in Bleach's records, you must have the highest spiritual pressure in the entire series, right? I'm using you as a spiritual pressure battery."
"Is that so?"
Aizen looked at Fang Mo, his expression suddenly relaxed a bit, "So, your goal is also that thing, huh?"
"What's that thing?"
Fang Mo was taken aback, not understanding the meaning behind Aizen's words.
"People without a clear purpose are very dangerous, and you used to be like that."
Aizen calmly said, "But now, I have understood your plan. You want to defeat me, who controls the Hogyoku, and then use my power along with your own to go to the Soul King Palace, turn the Soul King into your power, and ultimately become a true god...isn't that so?"
"Emmm..."
After hearing Aizen's statement, Fang Mo thoughtfully stroked his chin: "Doing so is not impossible..."
"Since that is the case, then I have already won." Aizen revealed a light smile: "A person who needs to rely on others' power even to replace a god can never be my opponent."
"You're putting on airs again, acting as if you haven't used the power of the Hogyoku."
Fang Mo directly said, "I can throw away my weapon and fight you; dare you throw away the Hogyoku? If you can't, kneel down and call me 'dad.'"
"The Hogyoku was created by me," Aizen argued. "It is my power to begin with."
"Aren't these weapons made by me?"
Fang Mo countered: "At least, I made my weapons myself, but your Kyouka Suigetsu was forged by Oetsu Nimaiya, and the Hogyoku also owes half of its creation to Kisuke Urahara, so you are the one who needs to rely on others' power. Have the capability to throw away both your sword and the Hogyoku, and let's fight hand-to-hand."
"It seems you really know a lot."
Aizen took another look at Fang Mo: "But it doesn't matter anymore. Since you stand in my way, I will eliminate you, just as I would anyone else."
After saying this, Aizen no longer continued to speak, but slowly drew his Zanpakuto.
Suddenly, his figure disappeared, appearing in front of Fang Mo almost instantaneously. It had to be said, his speed was quite fast, much stronger than the last time they met, and he swung his sword directly forward.
However, in the next second.
Fang Mo directly caught Aizen's Zanpakuto with his hand.
Although the battles of the Shinigami are indeed related to spiritual pressure, with stronger spiritual pressure granting a boost, Fang Mo's newly crafted armor was too overpowered, almost as if it was forged from countless dimensional cores. Even someone as strong as Aizen couldn't break through with this strike.
"Hm?"
Seeing this, Aizen was also slightly taken aback.
To be honest, he hadn't expected the opponent's outer layer to become even harder than last time, reaching a level not even steel could achieve, saying it was comparable to a counter-membrane would not be an exaggeration.
"Is that all?"
Upon seeing this, Fang Mo immediately started mocking as well: "You don't even have the strength to chop someone, and yet you claim to have control over the Hogyoku?"
"Don't overthink it."
Aizen quickly regained his composure: "This is just, a greeting for now."
"Is that so?"
As Fang Mo spoke, he tightly grasped Aizen's Zanpakutō: "Then let me give you a greeting as well."
As soon as he finished speaking, black flames spread along the blade from Fang Mo's body. Seeing this, Aizen immediately twisted to the side, forcibly breaking his Zanpakutō in half.
Then, the flames quickly enveloped the half of the blade, corroding it into a pile of debris.
"This ability is surprisingly useful."
Fang Mo started laughing upon seeing this: "If Agni had this burning on him back in the day, he probably would have been very happy, right?"
"You don't think this ability has a weakness, do you?"
While they were talking, Aizen reappeared in front of Fang Mo: "Bakudō Number Sixty-One, Rikujōkōrō, Bakudō Number Sixty-Three, Sajō Sabaku, Bakudō Number Seventy-Nine, Kuyō Shibari."
With Aizen's words, six petal-like rays of light immobilized Fang Mo on the spot. Then, a large number of spirit particle chains flew out, densely binding him. Finally, nine balls of black spiritual matter appeared out of nowhere, sealing Fang Mo within them.
However, as these binding spells restrained Fang Mo.
The breath of death emanating from Fang Mo's body also began to rapidly erode these spirit particles.
But Aizen reacted quickly enough, activating his ability again. He drew his sword across Fang Mo, and after the blade was touched by the breath of death, without knowing what technique was used, a piece of the blade mysteriously ended up embedded in Fang Mo's chest.
It was unclear what technique this was, but Fang Mo unexpectedly ended up losing half a heart.
"Hmm?"
Fang Mo glanced at the blade in his chest and quickly realized what was happening. He remembered that in the original story, Baraggan died this way, ambushed by the Visored who transmitted the Breath of Death into his body. The theory was that even he couldn't withstand the power of all-encompassing decay, and thus he was completely consumed by it.
Now it seemed,
Aizen probably wanted to use this method to deal with him.
However, quickly, a small section of the blade was entirely decayed, but the wound on Fang Mo's body healed instantly, completely unaffected by the Breath of Death.
"..."
Seeing this, Aizen's eyebrows furrowed instantly.
"Ha ha ha."
Fang Mo immediately laughed upon seeing this, not forgetting to taunt, "You didn't think my abilities had any weaknesses, did you?"
Actually, Barragan's Breath of Death, in principle, is somewhat similar to a power that accelerates time, causing all things in the world to decay completely.
Theoretically, even atoms have a lifespan, so the upper limit of this power is indeed exaggerated.
But the problem is...
Fang Mo, as the creator of the MC world, is a truly eternal existence.
Even if the universe collapses and all things decay, Fang Mo and his world will still exist forever. Time has no meaning in front of him. Of course, this can also be explained using Marvel's terminology, which means Fang Mo, like Dormammu, has transcended what is known as time.
For this reason, of course, this power of decay could not harm him.
"Kido number ninety-nine..."
Seeing his methods were ineffective, Aizen immediately took a new action. He raised his hand, directly aiming at Fang Mo not far away, as a heart-shaking spiritual pressure gathered on him.
However, in the next second, the binding spell on Fang Mo completely decayed, and he immediately activated teleportation + time stop.
With a "pfft" sound, Aizen's chest was instantly pierced through, creating a large hole.
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