Chapter 110: He Really Showed Off!

Boom!

The night sky erupted as Shijima Chigiri’s fist slammed into Yamabuki Haruto’s abdomen, the impact echoing like a bomb. Haruto’s expression flickered, his body sliding back from the force. A dent formed in his stomach, green smoke rising as the punch tore through his organs and bones.

“Not bad!” Haruto grunted, pain searing. His super-regeneration kicked in, healing his wounds at blinding speed.

Shijima stomped, thrusting his sword at Haruto’s chest. Haruto tilted, letting the blade pierce his shoulder. Shijima followed with a steel spike, aiming for Haruto’s neck, then flashed behind with Shunpo, locking Haruto’s waist with his legs and strangling his neck with a fierce twist.

Crack! Haruto’s neck bent unnaturally, and he collapsed.

Shijima sat, panting, wiping his forehead. Blood, not sweat, streamed from ruptured capillaries, his vision blurring, eyes bleeding from his forbidden technique’s toll (Chapter 109).

He reached to remove the needles. Then, Haruto’s body twisted, rising like a zombie, a “healthy” grin spreading. “Feels good!” He yanked the sword from his shoulder, tossed it aside, and pulled the spike from his neck, twisting it back into place. His wounds sealed under super-regeneration and Kaido.

Shijima’s jaw dropped. Ten steamed buns could fit in there.

“Come on! Don’t stop! I’m not done!” Haruto spread his arms, advancing.

Shijima scrambled back, horrified. A pervert monster! “Mom, what do I do?” Immortal? How?

High Reiatsu bolstered Shinigami durability, but Haruto’s defense and recovery were unreal. Shijima’s body neared collapse. Only one move left.

“I see it in your eyes—a big move!” Haruto laughed. “Use it, or die with regrets!”

“Don’t come closer!” Shijima spat blood, the rusty taste filling his mouth. His body screamed, but he wasn’t at his limit. He won’t let me go.

He stabbed a dozen more steel needles into himself. Each needle surged his Reiatsu, transforming him. After the final needle, his spiritual pressure was godlike, unrecognizable.

He couldn’t sustain it long—a tightrope dance. One misstep, and his body would shatter, permanently damaged. But survival trumped consequences.

“In this realm, not even Yachiru Unohana could match me!” Shijima roared, bleeding from all seven orifices. A god now.

You should’ve killed me outright, kid. Your arrogance did this. I’ve killed countless like you, greenhouse flowers who can’t fathom my hellish struggle.

Shijima waved, summoning his sword. One strike to end it. He’d sever Haruto’s head and heart—vital points no regeneration could save.

Crouching like a cheetah, his blade aimed at Haruto’s heart. I’m an assassin, a venomous snake in the dark.

Farewell.

His sword flashed like lightning, silencing the world.

He’s not moving? Scared stiff? Shijima smirked. No chance.

Ding!

Haruto’s two fingers caught the blade mid-strike.

Four light wings unfurled behind Haruto, a five-pointed star halo glowing above his head—his Quincy Vollständig, Silver Angel. Clashes with Unohana (Chapter 108) had honed his Reiatsu, amplifying his Vollständig from two wings to four.

He pinched Shijima’s full-force strike like plucking a flower.

Silence gripped the world.

Shijima’s eyes brimmed with despair. What… why?

His body collapsed, blood pouring from every orifice, a ghastly sight.

“Is that all?” Haruto asked.

Shijima crumpled, exhausted. Enough. Let it end.