"Rip!"
The sound of fabric tearing rang out, but the anticipated scene of someone being disemboweled did not occur.
Marques had already moved back a step before the blade could reach him. This step ensured that the sharp knife energy only tore through his robes, while the Cold Moon Blade itself failed to land a direct hit.
Even so, the blade's sharpness was extraordinary—it could easily slice through a wooden stake as thick as a fist.
But it was a missed opportunity.
Hearing the sound of the tear, Aizen immediately realized his strike had not succeeded. Without looking, he instinctively understood that his opponent was wearing inner armor.
Without hesitation, Aizen shifted his momentum, propelling himself forward like a spinning top crashing into his opponent with immense force.
"Buzz!" "Crack!"
The ground beneath Aizen's feet cracked apart, fragments of stone tiles scattering.
