Bleach: Watch Closely, This Is How You Use a Zanpakutō novel Chapter 177

Chapter 177 - 177: Powerless

The crimson light exploded, shadows intertwining in a mesmerizing spectacle, as if the entire world before them had begun to fracture and collapse.

At that moment, Oswell stood firm, yet in an instant, his figure vanished like a phantom.

"It's not over yet!!"

His voice, deep and weighty, carried a chilling coldness that sent shivers through the air.

Hearing this, Harribel, lying on the ground, clenched her teeth, determination flashing in her eyes. She endured the searing pain ravaging her body and struggled to stand.

Suddenly, a thunderous crash rang out!

Clang!!

The greatsword and lance clashed fiercely once more, sparks scattering in all directions.

Oswell swiftly sidestepped and lashed out with a vicious whip kick against the greatsword, forcing Harribel to stumble forward involuntarily.

His head snapped up, jet-black hair whipping through the wind like a cascading waterfall, scattering fine white grains of sand. His eyes were fierce, brimming with unshakable dominance, as if the entire battlefield was under his control.

He let out a quiet sigh.

"What a pity, Harribel. I had no desire to take your life, but His Majesty has given the order... I have no choice."

With those words, the Vasto Lorde, ruler of the Hollows, took a resolute step forward.

The wind howled, whipping around him and sending his vast black cloak billowing like the wings of an ancient dragon. His figure blurred as he shot through the air, ascending in an instant.

The lance in his grip gleamed coldly, its tip bursting forth with a menacing black-red glow, like the breath of a raging fire dragon.

Reiatsu surged outward at an astonishing speed, forming a towering pillar of light that coiled around the lance before erupting with terrifying force.

"—Noble and pure knight, may your next life be spared from this dark and desolate land!"

Oswell's long black hair flowed wildly in the wind, his voice deep and commanding, carrying an indescribable sense of majesty and power.

At this moment, he seemed less like a man and more like an untamed, ferocious dragon.

Lance in hand, wrapped in swirling black-red Reiatsu, he lunged forward like a streak of lightning, aiming directly at the throat of the exhausted, barely-standing knight...

This strike carried the force of a raging storm, an unstoppable power driven by absolute conviction!

The world fell into a deathly silence—

Then, in the next instant—

A piercing slash split through the air.

Shhh!!

A roaring wave of sword pressure, shaped like a massive crescent moon, tore through the dark night sky. Its sheer force was suffocating, its might unparalleled as it cleaved through several powerful Adjuchas-class Menos in its path!

Where the sword's light swept through, it ripped through space itself, leaving behind a deep, abyssal rift—as if the very sky had been torn in two!

Then—

Clang!!

A resounding impact echoed as the flying slash met the lance head-on.

Oswell's seemingly indestructible weapon trembled—then halted completely, unable to advance even an inch further.

The force of the collision sent him hurtling backward, his body skidding across the sand dunes for dozens of meters, carving a deep trench in his wake.

At the same time, cracks spread along the length of his lance, unable to withstand the immense power behind the strike.

The oppressive sword aura dissipated instantly.

The once chaotic, dust-filled battlefield suddenly became crystal clear.

"Bringing a pack of men to gang up on a defenseless woman—do you really have the nerve to call yourself a knight?" _{free\we,bnovel.c o(m)}

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