Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

From beginning to end, he never saw Ruyue Ming use his Zanpakuto; he relied solely on his iron fists to smash everything in his way.

What's wrong with this world?

Feeling the spiritual pressure getting closer and closer behind him, Fuchigami gritted his teeth and released vines to tear apart the cells on both sides of the corridor.

Gazing at the freedom that was so close at hand, one of the prisoners swallowed hard, a longing for freedom flickering in his eyes.

"If you dare to come out, I'll kill you!"

A menacing threat swept past, immediately scaring people away.

Seeing this, the prisoner shrank back and curled up in the corner.

Some were afraid, while others were not. When the yearning for freedom overwhelmed their fear, the prisoners broke free from their cells, and then—

They ran alongside Yuan Shangnan.

Fighting is out of the question, and we can't win anyway, so we can only pin our hopes on the strongmen in the lower levels of hell.

They continued to chase and dismantle the structures along the way.

From the third level of the Hell of All Union to the seventh level of the Great Scorching Hell, prisoners were continuously released, and soon hundreds of people gathered.

The mixed spiritual pressure even made the air in the prison viscous, making people feel as if they were underwater, with pressure bursting in from all sides.

Someone in the crowd shouted:

"Kill that guy, and we can all get out of here!"

The group suddenly snapped out of their daze, immediately stopped running, and turned to look at the lone figure of Ruyueming.

Yes, no matter how strong he is, he's only one person.

With so many of us, why should we be afraid of him?

Having grasped the key point, the prisoner's expression became excited again. As the murderous stone shackles were broken, powerful spiritual pressure surged out one after another, emitting sharp whistles.

A strong wind erupted, and gusts of air swirled around it.

Upon seeing this, Ru Yueming was not surprised but delighted, her eyes shining as if she had encountered something of great fortune.

"Old Man Shan beat me up, Sister Lie chopped me up, and even that madwoman Senjumaru bullied me because I was young and weak."

"If we can't beat them, surely we can beat you?"

As the crowd surged forward, a Zanpakuto shot out, piercing through several figures and pinning them to the wall.

"Now it is—"

"A black tiger preys on a trapped lamb!"

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Was Chapter 153 wrong? I wasn't wrong!

The entrance to the Mao Underground Prison.

The guardians of death stared in shock at what was happening before them, almost unable to believe their eyes.

The multiple binding barriers trembled and vibrated incessantly, as if an electric shock had been triggered, with a hazy light flickering on them and spreading rapidly.

In an instant, the binding barrier covering the True Central Underground Prison began to shatter layer by layer, as if some violent force was constantly impacting it.

Are any prisoners trying to escape?

"Something terrible has happened. We must notify the First Division immediately!"

"Quickly, go and fetch Captain-Commander Yamamoto!"

"Summon all members of the Ghost Path Sect to reinforce the barrier!"

Yuzaki Hachigen felt a chill run down his spine and his head buzz. The Shin-O underground prison, which had never experienced an accident in countless years, had actually seen such a serious incident after he took over its supervision.

If the higher authorities investigate, he'll at least have to go through the most difficult period of his life.

I wonder how Ruyueming is doing inside; I hope she's alright.

Otherwise, even without punishment, Captain-Commander Yamamoto would probably not let him off the hook.

The alarm bells blared, the wooden clappers vibrated, and the signal from the heavens and earth was immediately transmitted to the outside of the inner palace.

First Division, Executive Office.

Yamamoto Masashi and Kyoraku Shunsui were exchanging ideas as master and apprentice.

“I think your worries are a bit unnecessary, old man Shan.”

Kyoraku, with a nonchalant air, flipped through the list of people imprisoned in the Shin-O underground prison in recent years.

"With Junior Brother's strength, even if something goes wrong, he'll be fine."

Yamamoto glared at him irritably and said:

"Am I worried about that scoundrel?"

"What I'm worried about is the True Central Underground Prison!"

"That's a place where nothing has happened for tens of thousands of years. If that kid causes any trouble this time, it will be difficult for him to inherit my position in the future!"

Kyoraku Shunsui nodded thoughtfully.

Yamamoto had told him these things more than once. He should have been the one to inherit the position of Captain-Commander, but due to his status as a high-ranking nobleman and certain attitude issues, he was not allowed to.

Yamamoto had considered grooming another successor.

Unfortunately, Ukitake was physically weak. Although he has recovered, he has significant flaws in his personality and is not suitable to serve as the captain.

It wasn't until the sudden emergence of Akira that Yamamoto saw hope again.

He may be slightly less intelligent, but he is talented and willing to work hard in his training. He will definitely surpass his two senior brothers in terms of strength in the future.

It's not impossible that they could surpass Yamamoto, even if it takes several hundred years.

Therefore, most of the tasks assigned to Ruyue Ming now are to prepare him for the position of captain.

If things go well enough, the sooner it's done, the sooner Yamamoto can retire.

He has been the captain for hundreds of years; it's time to bring some fresh blood to the Thirteenth Squad.

As for Kyoraku Shunsui, he had absolutely no desire for power.

Is the sake no longer palatable?

Or are the girls in the red-light district no longer appealing?

Only a fool would want to inherit the position of captain of the Thirteenth Squad!

He just wanted to live day by day, honestly drinking wine and flirting with courtesans—that was the real life!

"Think positively, old man!"

Kyoraku Shunsui yawned and reassured him, "Although Junior Brother is a bit mischievous, he can distinguish between what is urgent and what is important. He won't mess around in such an important place."

Yamamoto nodded: "I hope so..."

hum-

A net-like spiritual pressure descended from the sky, covering the entire First Division, instantly capturing Yamamoto's spiritual pressure and transmitting the information!

"Commander-in-Chief, something terrible has happened!"

Upon hearing Hachigen Yuzaki's voice, Yamamoto's heart skipped a beat, the surrounding temperature instantly rose, and the air distorted.

Upon seeing this, Kyoraku Shunsui directly sensed the descending spiritual pressure and deciphered the information it conveyed.

"The binding barrier on the outermost layer of the underground prison is starting to vibrate, and the innermost layer is gradually breaking down. I suspect someone has escaped!"

Yamamoto's forehead veins bulged, and he disappeared from the room in an instant before the words were even finished.

Kyoraku Shunsui looked puzzled, rubbed his unshaven chin, flipped through the list, thought for a moment, and finally followed.

…………

Inside the underground prison.

Smoke billowed, the prison collapsed, sparks flew, and fireworks burst forth.

A tyrannical spiritual pressure surged into the crowd, like a raging tide crashing against a moving ship.

In an instant, countless mottled colors scattered and splashed, blood and brain matter, deep red and pure white, and an intensely suffocating stench of blood continued to spread.

The prisoners stared in horror at the terrifying figure who was wreaking havoc in the crowd like a demon, their expressions twisted to the extreme, their features contorted in despair.

I thought it would be an evil brawl.

No one expected that this young-looking Grim Reaper would be so ruthless.

The moment his spiritual pressure erupted, no one anticipated the seriousness of the situation, but by the time the battle broke out, it was too late.

The vice-captain-level Grim Reaper prisoner had a cruel smile on his dirty face, his fist raised high, all his spiritual pressure gathered on it, like a 1,000-watt light bulb.

Then he suddenly threw a punch at the boy in front of him.

The moment their fists collided, the prisoners seemed to see a bubble burst.

The moment they touched, a tremendous force surged forth, originating from the prisoner's fist and rushing backward with overwhelming force.

Skin, flesh, tendons, and bones all collapsed in an instant.

Before he could even utter a cry of pain, he was instantly exploded into a bloody mess.

Then, they saw a dump truck, covered in debris and blood, charging towards them.

No one could stand against him.

Already inferior in strength, and having been imprisoned for a long time, most of them had even forgotten how to fight.

The cries of agony heralded the start of a symphony of crushing defeat.

Black chains burning with deep purple flames swept wildly through the crowd.

Ru Yueming abandoned his defenses, knowing that no one could break through them, and charged directly into the crowd.

Its body, resembling a dump truck, broke through its limits, unleashing a deafening roar. It required no combat skills whatsoever; its indestructible body was the best means of attack.