Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

Is that all the tricks you have?

With a single powerful strike that shattered the opponent's attack, Fuchigami grew increasingly confident.

In his view, researchers are researchers and can never be a match for combatants.

"It's so distressing, it seems I'm being looked down upon..."

Senjumaru frowned slightly, and the golden arm behind him made a rattling sound as a slender sewing needle appeared at his fingertips and was gently twisted.

"We really need to show our true strength now."

However, all she received in response was Yuan Shangnan's disdainful sneer.

As the captain of the 7th Division, his mission is usually to protect the innermost part of the Seireitei, so his strength surpasses that of the average Shinigami captain.

Let alone a mere researcher, even other Death Captains wouldn't dare to claim they could easily defeat him.

Fuchigami stomped his foot, cracking the solid ground, and his entire body shot towards Senjumaru like an arrow.

"Die, you who stand in my way!"

He raised his Zanpakuto high, the intense spiritual pressure radiating light from the blade, instantly tearing through the air as it slashed down towards Senjumaru's smooth forehead.

The sudden attack left no time to react.

However, just as the blade was about to fall, Yuan Shangnan was shocked to find that the beautiful woman in front of him not only showed no panic, but instead had a contemptuous smile on her lips.

It was as if he was expressing his disdain for everything in front of him.

Fuchigami flew into a rage, his spiritual pressure intensifying, the materialized light becoming exceptionally dazzling, and a violent malice erupting from the blade, causing the air to groan under its strain.

when! !

The clanging sound of metal striking metal echoed in the empty, silent room, causing Yuan Shangnan to be stunned once again. His eyes revealed incomprehension as he stared incredulously at the weapon blocking his blade.

A thin, long sewing needle!

"What's this?!"

Yuan Shangnan roared, his spiritual pressure surging forth like a burning green flame, casting a sinister aura throughout the room and giving people a sense of unease.

"Of course, it's my Zanpakuto."

Senjumaru let out a delighted laugh. "How about it? Pretty unique, isn't it?"

"Such a small thing, it's a Zanpakuto?"

Yuan Shangnan couldn't understand it, but he didn't stop because of it; instead, his attacks became even more ferocious.

Countless slashes transformed into a raging storm, instantly engulfing Senjumaru in front of them.

The matter has come to this, and there is no way out.

There was no other way but to kill the other party.

Before the search, he had already covered this area with a demonic barrier, which could temporarily isolate the spiritual pressure and the sounds emanating from it.

As long as this despicable woman is killed before the barrier collapses, everything will be fine.

At that time, he will still be the high and mighty captain of the Seventh Division.

However, Yuan Shangnan was shocked to find that no matter how fierce his attacks were, and how dense his slashes were, he still could not harm his opponent in the slightest.

Even when he unleashed his full spiritual pressure, Senjumaru's expression remained calm, as if a gentle breeze had blown by, and he was not affected in the slightest.

This woman is terrifyingly strong!

Yuan Shangnan dared not delay any longer and immediately let out a roar, his burning green spiritual pressure transforming into a huge pillar of light that shot into the sky.

Sparks flew from the blade, and a sharp, high-pitched sound erupted in the instant the metal clashed, completely shattering the silence in the research room.

"Swastika!"

Yuan Shangnan's eyes were bloodshot, giving him a ferocious and terrifying appearance.

"The Forest of Hatred!"

The moment the words fell, a dark green color spread beneath his feet, and spiritual pressure transformed into countless seeds that took root and sprouted in the air, filling the scattered fabrics.

In an instant, countless vines with ferocious thorns snaked out and filled the entire room. Then, to Senjumaru's astonishment, they forcefully cracked and tore open the walls of the research lab.

Everywhere the eye could see transformed into a forest.

The intertwined vines transformed into enormous trees, casting long shadows under the moonlight, creating an overwhelming sense of oppression and suffocation.

Stepping on the vines and feeling the familiar surroundings, Yuan Shangnan took a deep breath, as if enjoying the fresh air of the forest, his expression one of pure bliss.

"You're very kind to let me use Bankai."

"As expected, those who can be promoted to the Zero Division are not as weak as they appear."

"But unfortunately, your fate ends here."

"Entangle and kill!"

Yuan Shangnan raised his right hand, facing forward, and suddenly clenched his five fingers together.

next moment.

Countless thorny vines rose from the ground, instantly covering the unsuspecting Senju Maru. The thorns pierced into his body, and with the violent burst of power within them...

That beautiful figure was instantly torn to shreds!

Colorful scraps of cloth were scattered everywhere, and it seemed as if a fine drizzle of silk was falling from the sky, creating an incredibly dazzling scene.

Yuan Shangnan couldn't understand what was happening before him, his face full of astonishment.

"Has it been discovered?"

A soft, elegant voice came from the darkness beside them.

Yuan Shangnan looked in the direction of the sound and saw a pale-skinned, elegant woman holding a red umbrella slowly walking towards him under the moonlight.

“Shutara…”

Senjumaru's lips curled slightly, his mocking smile remaining unchanged from beginning to end, as if he were watching a wonderful drama.

“That doll was painstakingly sewn by me, it took a long time to make.”

"Your Excellency Yuan Shang, you should feel honored."

After realizing what was happening, Fuchigami discovered he had been thoroughly toyed with, and his rage erupted, revealing his violent nature. He immediately roared that Senjumaru would pay for it:

"Falling into the realm of the Forest of Hatred, death will be your final destination!"

"I will tear you to pieces, bit by bit, and let you experience the most painful way to die!"

Faced with intimidation, Senjumaru's mocking smile grew even more pronounced, his bright red lips curving into a beautiful arc, and his soft voice echoed through the writhing vines:

"Aren't you curious...?"

"Why didn't the activation of Bankai cause any disturbance in the Twelfth Division?"

"A mere ghost-path barrier can't conceal such a commotion..."

The moment the words left his mouth, Yuan Shangnan seemed to realize something, and his expression instantly froze.

When he saw the scene outside the Forest of Hatred, his pupils shrank, and his face was filled with disbelief.

In shock, he even forgot to breathe instinctively.

At the edge of his gaze, beyond a forest entwined with countless vines, the air was inexplicably distorted, forming ripples like pebbles falling into a calm lake, creating concentric circles of waves.

Light and flowing silks hang from the sky, their vibrant colors outlining patterns and depicting lifelike scenes.

"What's this……"

Yuan Shangnan's throat was dry, and his voice was extremely hoarse.

Although he had guessed the truth, he was unwilling to believe it.

When the truth was laid bare before him, his previous arrogance and anger seemed to shatter like a shell, leaving him feeling an excruciatingly suffocating sensation amidst the fluttering silk fabrics.

What followed was an intense, almost overwhelming, sense of unease.

No matter how much spiritual pressure Fuchigami unleashed, even igniting a flame-like aura within himself, the panic in his heart could not be alleviated in the slightest; in fact, it grew even stronger.

Seeing how pathetic the other party was, Senjumaru's interest immediately waned.

Compared to the boy who put up a stubborn resistance and struggled to the end last time, this so-called captain of the Seventh Division is truly utterly incompetent.

When fear reached its limit, the taut string in Yuan Shangnan's heart snapped. His eyes turned bloodshot, and he manipulated the Forest of Hatred to launch a strangulation attack, trying to tear the white figure in front of him to shreds.

No matter how you attack, you can't touch the other side.

Even if it's just a wisp of clothing swaying in the wind.

His prized Bankai was as fragile as a child's toy in front of his opponent.

Silk and cloth descended from the sky, transforming into a devastating torrent that instantly shattered the Forest of Hatred, completely engulfing the man standing in the middle of the abyss.

…………

at the same time.

Soul Extraction Chamber.

Two figures are engaged in fierce combat.

Sparks flew between the blades, dispelling the darkness in the room. The crisp sound of metal clashing shattered the silence, like a thunderous roar.

"Too weak, too weak!"

Someone was laughing wildly, displaying the utmost sarcasm, "Is that all you've got, Sousuke!"

"You've become lax!"

"You can't waste much of my time now!"

Aizen's forehead veins bulged, and he tried several times to unleash all his spiritual pressure and then deliver two vicious blows to the brat in front of him.

Even though it was just an act, this guy showed absolutely no restraint when he got going.

The blade fell with tremendous force.

The offensive was fierce and unparalleled, like a mad dump truck.

Even though Aizen prided himself on his talent, he still struggled somewhat compared to someone like Akira Kisaragi, who made fighting an instinct.