Chapter 647 That's The Limit of Your Vision

Earlier, when Nel saw Makoto's chainsaws make Baraggan's decay waves vanish, she instinctively suspected that Makoto's awakened Vasto Lorde ability was also a similar absorption type, though it seemed he couldn't reflect it back.

"It could also be a spatial ability."

The Teddy Devil stroked his chin and speculated.

As a veteran who had followed Makoto for years, he naturally knew that his boss was very skilled in spatial techniques.

From the earliest Flying Thunder God Technique, to the Yomotsu Hirasaka obtained from Otsutsuki Kaguya, and later learning teleportation magic in other worlds.

Maybe the Vasto Lorde ability Makoto awakened this time was a super-enhanced version of Obito's Kamui.

The moment the chainsaw touched the decay power, that portion of power was immediately transferred to another space.

Compared to his companions who were merely amazed and speculating, Baraggan, as the one directly involved, was experiencing a true storm of emotions.

'How is this possible?! What exactly is that brat's ability?'

He roared inwardly, over and over.

To be completely countered by that ability... how could he, the King of Hueco Mundo for over a thousand years, accept this?

Driven by extreme agitation and anger, Baraggan began to unleash his decay power without restraint.

His fighting style was ultimately quite simple... just continuously release his decay power and overwhelm the opponent with sheer force and range.

But that wasn't surprising. If you could overpower your opponent with raw stats, why bother with flashy techniques?

It was just like in the original Naruto, where Sasuke's early battles were all tactical, but after getting his Mangekyo, he never showed off his skills again.

After all, if you can pilot a giant mech, why bother with strategy?

At this moment, Baraggan, with a desperate, all-or-nothing resolve, fully exploded his Reiatsu without reservation, converting it all into that terrifying decay power.

The dark energy surged out of his body, undeniably blotting out even the moonlight from the cold crescent above.

Psykos, Harribel, and the others, who had already retreated to a safe distance, stared in shock.

This range was insane.

Makoto also watched this scene with amusement. He remembered that in the Thousand-Year Blood War arc, that brat Hitsugaya Toshiro once said something—

The power gap between his Hyorinmaru's Shikai and Bankai might be the smallest among all the Captains.

That description fit Baraggan pretty well too.

Whether he Resurrected or not, the power gap didn't seem that huge.

Resurrección at most made his attack range wider. His actual power didn't undergo a qualitative leap like Ulquiorra's Segunda Etapa or Harribel's Tiburón.

Watching the curtain-like decay power close in on him from all sides, Makoto showed not a trace of tension.

He slightly shifted his stance, adopting a form similar to his wife, the Katana Devil Kotonaha's iaido drawing posture... legs slightly bent, center of gravity lowered, all three chainsaws retracted and pressed against his body, poised to strike.

"I'll end it with this."

Baraggan was clearly supremely confident in this full-power strike.

He stood on the high platform, arms spread wide as if embracing the entire world, and declared with absolute certainty:

"Die! Brat! This is the fundamental gap between you and me! I, Baraggan Louisenbairn, am the eternal King of Hueco Mundo!"

"Heh, King of Hueco Mundo?"

Makoto couldn't help but laugh, with a pitying contempt. "That's the limit of your vision."

The moment the words left his mouth, Makoto suddenly looked up.

A crimson glow flashed in his eyes beneath the chainsaw helmet, shockingly bright in the darkness.

The next instant, he pushed off the ground, his body launching like a cannonball, leaving a cratering pit in the stone platform beneath him.

Makoto shot toward Baraggan at an absolute speed that tore through space, the three chainsaws tracing three parallel arcs at his sides, instantly splitting the curtain-like decay tsunami in two from the middle.

But as Baraggan had said, the range of this attack was simply too vast.

Even split in two, the black mist on both sides quickly closed in, continuing to lunge at Makoto like living creatures.

But in the next instant, all the onlookers saw something that made their scalps tingle.

Beneath that curtain of darkness, it seemed as though countless Makotos had appeared.

Not clones, not shadow clones.

These were afterimages produced when the retina could no longer keep up with speed pushed to its absolute limit.

Countless afterimages darted through the darkness simultaneously, countless slashes lit up from all directions, slicing that sky-covering curtain of darkness into countless tiny fragments.

Like taking a whole sheet of black cloth and instantly cutting it into thousands of pieces with scissors, each piece so small it could no longer pose any threat.

The visual effect was remarkably similar to that blue-haired man who couldn't double-jump using his Dimensional Slash: Absolute.

"Is that shadow clones?"

The Gorilla Devil, who had trained in the Naruto World, shouted in shock, his eyes wide.

But the Rabbit Devil next to him immediately countered, "No, they're just phantoms caused by sheer speed!"

"How can this be possible?!"

Baraggan watched countless Makotos charge at him simultaneously, letting out a roar of anger and unwillingness.

Just when Baraggan thought the title of King of Hueco Mundo was about to change hands today—

Makoto's chainsaw passed by his shoulder, the resulting wind pressure tearing a long gash in his black cloak's shoulder.

Before Baraggan could even smile,

The next thing he saw was Makoto sheathing his blades mid-air, twisting his waist, and raising his leg... a flying kick slammed straight into Baraggan's chest, sending the skeletal body flying off the high platform.

Baraggan crashed into the sand below, dust and debris shooting up.

As the dust slowly settled, Harribel and the others looked over.

They saw Makoto planting one foot firmly on Baraggan's face, grinding that once-arrogant skull into the sand.

Then, Makoto retracted the three roaring chainsaws and glanced calmly at the Four Gay Bros, who had been barely containing themselves not far away. "Alright, come and eat."

As soon as he said this, Harribel and her three female subordinates were dumbfounded.

'He was just going to let his subordinates eat Baraggan, the King of Hueco Mundo, the top-tier Vasto Lorde?'

'He was that generous?'

Harribel had thought she treated her subordinates well enough, but compared to this man, she suddenly felt that what she did was nothing.

"Thank you, Boss!!"

The Four Gay Bros knelt in unison to express their gratitude, then one by one, licking their tongues, they surrounded him from the edge of the pit.

Four greedy gazes fell on Baraggan's still-struggling skeletal body, like convicts eyeing ice cream.

"Get away! Get away! You lowly third-rate Hollows, don't touch me! I am the King of Hueco Mundo! I... I am Baraggan Louisenbairn!"

Baraggan struggled desperately, his limbs flailing wildly in the sand, releasing the last remnants of his decay power, trying to turn these Adjuchas who dared touch his body to ash.

But the Four Gay Bros didn't care about his roaring or struggling. Four mouths bit down at once.

Baraggan's screams echoed over Las Noches, startling unknown crawling creatures from beneath the distant white sand.

Then, Baraggan's voice grew quieter and quieter...

Finally, only the crisp crunching sounds of dogs gnawing bones remained, clicking away under the moonlight.