Chapter 183: Beating Up Myself
Upon hearing Satoru's words, Szayelaporro was stunned for several seconds.
So surprised that he couldn't help but laugh.
"This is truly... hilarious!"
"A Shinigami, actually planning to make Hollows his subordinates?"
"Satoru, you really are an interesting fellow..."
He raised a finger and lightly licked his long purple nail.
"Fine, since you're so confident, then show me!"
"If you can truly prove to be twice as strong as the replicas, and even establish a laboratory in Hueco Mundo... right under that fellow Baraggan's nose, then what harm is there in working for you?"
"However, if you lose, be prepared."
"My experiments might be more... stimulating than you imagine."
Hearing this, Satoru's eyes lit up.
As if afraid Szayelaporro would change his mind, he quickly clapped his hands:
"Deal!"
Aizen showed a contemplative gaze.
Although this agreement sounded rather absurd, seeing Satoru so confident didn't make it seem like recklessness.
He didn't say anything, merely standing by, ready to disrupt the situation at any moment.
With Szayelaporro's command, the five replicas roared in unison and charged at Satoru from all sides.
Standing in the center, Satoru calmly observed the replicas.
In an instant, the first replica had already closed in.
Facing Satoru, the replica gripped its sword with one hand and slashed down!
Satoru lightly swayed his body, sidestepping to avoid the replica's blade.
Simultaneously, he extended his arm and threw a punch at the latter's head.
Boom!!
The replica raised its non-sword-wielding arm to block Satoru's fist.
An intense collision of Reiatsu erupted into a ring of white shockwaves at the point of contact.
Satoru's stance remained completely unmoved, while the replica was forced back a considerable distance.
Szayelaporro frowned slightly.
Just as Satoru sent one replica flying, two more charged at him from both sides.
Both clenched their fists and slammed them toward Satoru.
Their fists carried terrifying energy fluctuations.
The moment they threw their punches, Szayelaporro felt the energy within him rapidly draining.
In fact, creating these five replicas had already placed an immense strain on him.
Somehow, this guy Satoru had cultivated an incredibly dense Reiatsu.
Normally, no matter how strong he was, it shouldn't be possible to simultaneously power five "Satorus."
However, his replica ability was a special power he obtained upon breaking his mask, transcending the boundary between Hollows and Shinigamis.
To put it in more fantastical terms, this ability was based on "rules."
That was why he could ignore this massive energy deficit and forcibly create these replicas.
However, the support from the rules basically only extended to the creation step.
The Reiatsu used by the replicas in combat still had to be drawn from him.
These two replicas, merely throwing punches, actually drained so much energy that even he, an existence surpassing the Vasto Lorde, felt a slight pressure.
What ability was this?
Although he didn't know what technique the replicas were using, judging by the consumption, it must be powerful and potent!
Szayelaporro looked on with anticipation, ready to see Satoru suffer.
On the other side, Aizen recognized it at a glance—this wasn't an ordinary punch, but "Ikotsu"!
These two clones could actually use Ikotsu...
Aizen instinctively thought about how he would handle this move if he were in Satoru's position.
Hmm... First, use Flash Step to create distance, can't take it head-on.
Try to separate the clones to avoid being attacked from both sides.
Then, use Kidō to create chaos and take them out one by one while they're disoriented.
Without any surprises, Satoru should probably make a similar decisio...
Huh??
Under Aizen's astonished gaze, Satoru actually didn't move at all.
He stood there, grinning widely as he retracted his arms to his waist.
Then, he simultaneously threw punches toward both sides, meeting the two clones head-on!
BOOM!!!
Four fists collided.
After a brief stalemate, both clones' arms simultaneously exploded.
Shredded flesh, blood, and bone fragments formed a scattered mixture in the air!
Szayelaporro's eyes widened sharply.
"How is this possible?!"
Such a powerful attack, and with a pincer movement from both sides - why did they lose?!
He could confirm that these clones' Reiatsu was on the same level as Satoru's, so why was the difference so vast?
Satoru gently shook his head.
Szayelaporro's clones were indeed advanced, even capable of replicating Ikotsu.
But... just as he thought, these clones couldn't use the special abilities unique to a transmigrator.
The Ikotsu used by the clones was merely pure martial arts, without any Shadow Strike enhancement.
Shadow Strike was a special power form created when his Zanpakutō absorbed pollution from outside the world during his transmigration.
All of Szayelaporro's power belonged within this world, making it impossible to replicate another Shadow Strike.
What Satoru used was dual Ikotsu enhanced by Shadow Strike.
The difference in destructive power between the two was like heaven and earth.
Additionally, his defensive capabilities were something the clones couldn't even compare to.
Satoru's skin had a defensive layer formed by Gigai power.
Enhanced by Gigai power, Satoru's defense was comparable to Hierro!
Gigai power didn't belong to his inherent abilities but was more like portable equipment.
Szayelaporro's clones couldn't replicate equipment along with the user.
With both attack and defense on completely different levels, the result was naturally a crushing victory.
Retracting his fists, Satoru drew his Zanpakutō.
"Break, Risō Jakumetsu!"
As the release command echoed, dual blades burning with blue flames appeared in his hands.
The last two clones mirrored his actions.
Six Risō Jakumetsu blades simultaneously appeared on the battlefield.
Then, Satoru and the two clones all threw their blades simultaneously.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The sound of flying chains rang out.
The moment the blades left their hands, the difference became apparent.
The dual blades thrown by the two clones were far less agile than Satoru's.
Satoru's two blades quickly adjusted their direction and angle in mid-air, soon knocking down all four opposing blades.
Finally, Satoru pulled back his dual blades, executing a flaming whirlwind that easily eliminated all five clones!
Watching all his clones fall, Szayelaporro's eyes widened, feeling as if he were doubting his very existence as a Hollow.
How was this even possible?
Why could someone defeat him so effortlessly?
For a moment, he even forgot he was on the battlefield, his mind filled with only one thought - to pin Satoru down on an operating table and study him thoroughly!
Under this intense impulse, he couldn't even suppress his Reiatsu for the moment.
A massive wave of overwhelming Reiatsu swept through the entire city!
The people in the city fell to the ground one after another, as if struck by a blunt force.
Satoru furrowed his brow and was about to say something.
Just then, a Senkaimon opened beside him.
Shunsui Kyōraku, wearing a straw hat, stepped out from the gate with a surprised expression.
"What immense Reiatsu!"