American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Whoosh!

A figure flashed, and Byakuya Kuchiki appeared behind Pouf, slashing out with his sword, causing blood to splatter.

However, in the next instant, Pouf chuckled, and his injured figure gradually shattered, turning into scales of powder flying in the air.

A blurry figure appeared in the rear, and Pouf chuckled, "Insignificant? How arrogant! Don't Shinigami adhere to the seven deadly sins? Pride is the greatest sin!"

Byakuya Kuchiki's expression didn't change, he slightly tilted his head.

"Incorrect? Then the field of vision has been interfered with!"

With that, Byakuya Kuchiki slowly closed his eyes.

He listened intently, and his figure flashed again.

With a whoosh of his sword, Pouf was split in two, turning into scales of powder and dissipating.

"Hearing has also been interfered with? Then..."

A flash of the blade, and a tiny wound appeared behind Byakuya Kuchiki's ear, with a few drops of blood seeping out.

"Wow!"

Pouf exclaimed, "Remarkable judgment, amazing decisiveness, and absolute confidence. I must say, you are a true warrior."

Byakuya Kuchiki remained silent, slightly raising his face, sensing the changes in the airflow.

"Unfortunately, this excellence is the very cause of your death!"

Pouf suddenly took a step forward, as if a phantom stepped out of reality, instantly turning into two completely identical individuals.

"Your tactics are extremely simple, nothing more than trying to hold up the three of us and defeat us one by one, or using some tricks against His Majesty. But all are futile."

Pouf extended a palm, with two small, exquisite flesh eggs, one white and one red, lying in his palm. They gently pulsed, as if alive.

"We, the Royal Guard, are born for the King. The King is the purpose of our existence, and the foundation of our being. No matter how many times you kill us, as long as His Majesty is willing, he will use the genes left behind in advance to revive us."

Pouf smiled and said, "Of course, if I am still alive, His Majesty need not bother with such trivial matters. It just takes a little longer."

With that, he put away the two flesh eggs.

"I see!"

Half a wing separated, and in Pouf's disbelieving gaze, a terrifying stream of blood spurted from his waist.

"This is impossible!"

He tapped his feet and shot backward.

His wings suddenly turned into brown tissue, turning into hundreds of afterimages attacking Byakuya Kuchiki.

Byakuya strolled through the attack, his figure flashing repeatedly, slashing at Pouf's body with one strike after another.

"How could this be?"

Pouf fled in embarrassment, his entire body's aura erupting, using the speed of a jet fighter to dodge up and down, but with each movement, Byakuya Kuchiki would always accurately appear in front of him, slashing down with his sword.

Large amounts of blood were sprinkled, merging with the scales of powder to form new particles.

The two chased and fled, the entire sky filled with their afterimages.

Suddenly, Byakuya pierced Pouf's chest with his sword.

Pouf widened his eyes and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"You..."

Before he could finish a word, Byakuya beheaded him!

Whoosh!

Under the white light of the blade, blue blood splattered, dense scales of powder shimmering around, the scene was extremely beautiful for a moment.

The cold wind blew, Byakuya stood still, his Zanpakuto extending outward, droplets of blue blood sliding down the blade, dripping down.

"It's over!" Byakuya said indifferently.

Just then, the head still tumbling in the air suddenly revealed a strange smile.

"You've been fooled!"

Boom!

The beheaded corpse suddenly exploded, and the small particles flying in the air were instantly ignited, followed by the scales of powder. The three-stage flammable materials relayed, and a fiery ball with an extremely exaggerated volume erupted in the air.

Pouf's clone, which had been marginalized and almost ignored, suddenly revealed a smile at this time.

"Amazing! Abandoning sight and hearing, in an environment where the sense of smell and taste are completely useless, relying solely on the sense of touch, you can force me into a desperate situation. You are truly an amazing warrior! Unfortunately, it is this excellence that leads you into the abyss of death!"

Pouf was reveling, admiring the masterpiece before him, when a familiar voice suddenly came from his ear.

"You seem very confident?"

The simple sentence made Pouf's expression frantically change.

Just as he was about to turn around, the familiar vortex of cherry blossoms rose from under his feet, engulfing him within it.

The familiar rubbing sound, the slight cracking sound, a large amount of blue blood was flung out, turning into raindrops and falling to the ground.

Whoosh!

Byakuya Kuchiki's figure appeared in his line of sight.

His eyes were still calm, as if nothing could cause a change in his emotions, his expression indifferent, his clothes spotless, and his black Shihakusho gently fluttering, just like in the beginning.

Pouf keenly noticed the faint bloodstain on Byakuya's ear and said in disbelief, "How could this be? You were clearly just now..."

Byakuya Kuchiki didn't answer.

The flames in the air gradually extinguished, and a haori that had been mostly burned slowly fell, with the number six clearly visible on the back.

Pouf's pupils contracted, "When?"

"Of course, from the very beginning!"

Byakuya gently wiped away the bloodstain from his ear; it was actually fake!

In Pouf's disbelieving expression, Byakuya said indifferently, "As a Shinigami, completely controlling one's body is the foundation of the basics. Closing the auditory nerves doesn't require such complicated means as cutting them off.

Everything I did was just to make you believe that I had fallen into your trap."

"You weren't affected?"

Byakuya Kuchiki looked at him coldly, without answering.

He slowly raised a hand and said indifferently, "Your scales of powder are indeed a bit troublesome, but compared to the enemies I've encountered before, your methods are simply worthless.

In the face of countless blades of memory, no matter how many scales of powder there are, they can't possibly be a match for a Zanpakuto."

"This is impossible, you were clearly distracted by the fake body!"

"Are you talking about the revived flesh eggs? It's undeniable that it's indeed a good idea, but you used the wrong target." Byakuya Kuchiki said indifferently, "For Shinigami, the physical body is just something dispensable, the soul is the only thing that matters. The souls of those killed by Shinigami will definitely go to Soul Society. You can revive a corpse a hundred times, but it's impossible to generate a new soul.

Then, for Shinigami, the newly created individual is meaningless. And this kind of soulless creature is a completely harmless toy for Shinigami."

He slightly raised his head: "Just one move, like dealing with you!"

With that, Byakuya Kuchiki suddenly clenched his fist, and the cherry blossom waves suddenly tightened, and the speed of rotation increased again.

A massive amount of blood was thrown out, and a bright soul flew into the air and disappeared.

The cherry blossoms scattered, and there was no one in the middle.

Byakuya Kuchiki slightly raised his head, glanced at the battle in the upper side, slowly sheathed his sword, and turned to leave.