Bleach: Soi-Fon's Challenge Begins with Ultra Instinct

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On the martial arts field, a bizarre scene continued to unfold. Zaraki Kenpachi attacked like a madman, his face growing darker by the second. No matter how fast, violent, or unpredictable the angle of his strikes, Su Li dodged effortlessly—always maintaining exactly one foot of distance.

Every time Kenpachi advanced, Su Li retreated. Every time Kenpachi stepped back, Su Li entered. They moved as if tethered by an invisible rope. The crowd watched in stunned silence.

Matsumoto Rangiku stood frozen, staring at Su Li's graceful footwork, her thoughts blank. Is this really the boy who blushed just talking to me the other day? His strength… it's terrifying! Her eyes lit up. Could it be… I actually won the bet? Could Su Li really defeat Captain Kenpachi? Does that mean… I don't have to go on a date with that greasy old perv?! The more she thought about it, the more excited she became.

Suddenly, she jumped up. "Su Li! Go for it!! You've got this!!" She bounced as she shouted, her voice carrying across the arena—and drawing a lot of attention.

"Yohohoho, is this something we're allowed to watch for free?!" Kyoraku Shunsui snapped to attention, flushed and dazed.

"Crude," Byakuya Kuchiki said coldly, though a faint red tinged his cheeks.

"Obnoxious woman!" Mayuri Kurotsuchi snapped in irritation.

The rest of the captains and lieutenants turned to look, some chuckling, others speechless.

"Whew! That's some spirit, Rangiku! Then I'll cheer too!!" Shiba Isshin stood up, took a deep breath, and bellowed, "Captain Kenpachi! You got this!! Let's gooo!!" Louder than Rangiku. Definitely louder.

The crowd was stunned silent.

"Tch. Ridiculous. Like captain, like subordinates—truly disgraceful," Mayuri sneered.

Meanwhile, Yachiru Kusajishi leaned on the railing, cheeks puffed, looking adorably frustrated. "Little Su-Su's dodging is weird… Ken-chan looks kinda mad…"

On the field, Zaraki Kenpachi was getting mad. He had been on the offensive the entire time—yet not once had he landed a hit. His energy was draining, sweat forming on his brow. And Su Li? Still relaxed, completely unbothered.

Kenpachi had noticed it too. The precise one-foot distance. And it pissed him off. The more he missed, the more he wanted to hit. The more he failed, the harder he swung.

"You bastard! Don't underestimate me!!" Eyes blazing with battle-lust, Kenpachi slashed, releasing a powerful golden arc of sword pressure.

The crowd tensed. He's using sword pressure?! Kenpachi never used that unless he was truly serious. How would Su Li respond? The range of that slash made dodging nearly impossible!

Then—shock. Su Li lightly flipped his feet and launched into the air, spinning into a mid-air somersault with the grace of a dancer. The sword pressure swept beneath him, missing by exactly one foot. He landed with poise, hands folded behind his back.

Kyoraku Shunsui leapt to his feet and applauded. "Ten out of ten for form!"

Everyone else stared in disbelief. Is this a fight or an Olympic event?!

"Clack clack clack…" That was Zaraki Kenpachi's teeth grinding. He was furious—and smiling like a demon.

Without warning, he slashed again. This time faster. Stronger. A wider, longer arc of sword pressure flew at Su Li. Then another. And another. Eight slashes, fired in rapid succession. The sky filled with golden crescents. A net of sword pressure rained down.

The audience gasped.

But Su Li remained calm. He bent his knees slightly, hands behind his back… and danced.

Unlike before—this was no subtle, graceful step. Now, his movements were grand, open, expansive. He twisted and stretched like a bowstring, spun like a ribbon in the wind, his body arching, coiling, unfolding with flawless control.

Among the cascading strikes, Su Li became a performance. A singer on a grand stage. An opera at its climax. A dancer whose every step told a story.

Each sword pressure missed him by exactly one foot. Not a single slash touched him. The sword pressure slammed into the barrier with heavy thuds, like the beat of a giant war drum at the end of a song.

Su Li landed softly. Bowed, as if to an invisible audience.

Silence.

Kenpachi stood stunned.

"Beautiful…" Matsumoto Rangiku murmured, dazed.

She wasn't alone.

Many of the women in the crowd were spellbound. Not by handsomeness—but by beauty. An overwhelming, ethereal, almost holy beauty.

Even the men were speechless.

"…Such a shame the kid's a guy," Kyoraku sighed dramatically. "I'd have stormed the stage and grabbed a handful!"

Even Byakuya, normally the coldest among them, whistled.

Then—clap clap clap!

Applause.

Everyone turned to see the source: Captain-Commander Yamamoto.

"Well done," Yamamoto smiled, his wrinkled face warm with approval.

The others quickly joined in, clapping until the entire field roared with praise.

But Su Li didn't react. He kept his head lowered. His face unreadable.

The applause began to fade—until Yamamoto spoke again.

"Su Li… how long are you going to keep your eyes closed?"

Dead silence.

Hands froze mid-air. Faces went blank.

Did… he say eyes closed?

That meant—this entire time, Su Li had dodged Kenpachi…

With his eyes closed?

Everyone's mind blanked.

The graceful one-foot dodges, the somersaults, the sword-pressure ballet—

All done blindly?

The crowd couldn't take it.

They lost it.

They collectively—

Went crazy.

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