Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

"you again."

Ru Yueming narrowed his eyes slightly, staring intently at the figure in the sky, his undisguised fighting spirit rising continuously.

"Sexy pink pineapple!"

"Szayelaporro Granz!"

Szayelaporro, who had been maintaining an elegant demeanor, nearly broke down when he heard Ruyue Ming address him by that name.

This bastard can't even remember people's names, huh?

"They're all the same, they're all the same."

Ru Yueming waved her hand, unwilling to dwell on the matter.

There was nothing surprising about encountering Szayelaporro.

This guy has been eyeing him for a long time.

If it weren't for their fear of the old man, they probably would have already stormed into Soul Society.

Seeing the other party's perfunctory attitude, Szayelaporro stopped talking and immediately swooped down, crashing down like a meteorite in the direction where Ruyueming was.

"Well come."

As Yueming ripped off the newly repaired Death Armor with a backhand and unleashed a powerful punch at Szayelaporro's face.

At the moment of impact, a deafening roar erupted.

Silvery-white dust surged up, transforming into giant waves that connected the heavens and earth of the void.

Looking at Szayelaporro, who had caught his attack with his fist, Ruyueming was somewhat surprised.

I thought my growth rate during this period was already ferocious enough, but I didn't expect Szayelaporro to be not to be outdone.

He was able to exchange punches with himself without even drawing his sword.

Immediately, Ru Yueming grinned, and the power in his arms erupted in layers, with clusters of deep purple flames burning, and wisps of white steam escaping between his teeth.

Its imposing manner was extremely fierce.

One bone!

boom!

The attack missed, and Szayelaporro suddenly vanished. A powerful force that shook the earth erupted across the desert, with waves of sand bursting open and sweeping into the sky.

Szayelaporro’s eye twitched as he stared at the huge sand crater that had been blasted out.

As Yueming was surprised, he was even more surprised.

Data analysis alone is insufficient to determine the true strength or weakness; only after experiencing it firsthand can one truly grasp its terrifying nature.

This guy's power is far more terrifying than before.

Moreover, even the weakest link, spiritual pressure, has been addressed.

A third-class Spirit Might is already a true captain-level rank.

Fortunately, I was prepared.

Seeing the other party escape, Ru Yueming frowned and turned around to chase after them, but when he tried to activate Shunpo, he suddenly sensed something was wrong.

"Did you notice?"

Szayelaporro stood at a distance, smiling elegantly, "Having suffered two defeats, how could I not make the slightest preparation when I reappear before you?"

As he spoke, it seemed as if creatures were wriggling in the charred dust.

Soon, an ugly, purplish-black worm crawled out and climbed onto Szayelaporro's shoulder.

Its name is the Recording Spirit Insect.

"A biological creation specifically designed to collect combat data from others and transmit it to me."

"You have come to Hueco Mundo many times to capture Hollows and fight, and your battles have all been recorded by the Recording Insects."

Szayelaporro placed one hand on his chest and raised the other high, like an orator, to answer the questions in Ruyueming's mind.

"To deal with a Grim Reaper like you who excels at fighting in the open, all I need is a tiny bit of poison to completely incapacitate you."

"By now, you should be aware of the loss of your spiritual pressure, right?"

Ru Yueming frowned, sensing his own state.

Indeed, as Szayelaporro said, his spiritual pressure was being drained in large quantities, making it insufficient to sustain high-intensity combat.

However, getting started shouldn't be a big problem.

Looking at the moonlit figure that remained motionless, Szayelaporro was filled with joy.

Despite the twists and turns, the outcome was ultimately good.

He flashed and appeared beside Ruyueming, his heavy spiritual pressure pouring down and covering her body.

A Shinigami without spiritual pressure is nothing more than a lamb to the slaughter.

He was now somewhat impatient to dissect the little devil in front of him.

However, just as Szayelaporro was about to make his move, the black chains made a metallic scraping sound and instantly wrapped around his right arm.

Szayelaporro's expression changed drastically. Just as he was about to use his Whirlwind to dodge, he discovered that a faintly glowing chain had appeared around his waist.

Under his shocked gaze, the boy opposite him grinned:

"Is spiritual pressure such an inconvenient thing?"

The moment the words fell, the fist bones, devoid of any spiritual pressure, poured down like a torrential rain, their speed so fierce that they even created afterimages.

In an instant, intense pain overwhelmed Szayelaporro's reason.

The bone armor in front of him shattered instantly, followed by an unbearable, intense pain that traveled deep into his nerves.

Blood splattered, chest cavity collapsed, red, white, black, purple, and multicolored, colors intertwined.

The overwhelming stench of blood was palpable, reflecting the extreme cruelty of the person in question.

The threat of death descended instantly.

Driven by instinct, Szayelaporro unleashed unprecedented potential. Even with the suppression of the Boundless Realm, the purple spiritual pressure rapidly condensed and took shape, transforming into a sphere of light.

next moment.

A purple beam of light erupted at the point of their battle, and the massive impact instantly pierced the sky, becoming the most dazzling scene on the battlefield.

The violent impact caused everything in sight to explode, sending countless plumes of smoke and dust soaring into the sky. The gray-white dust connected the desert and the sky into one, while the raging winds howled incessantly.

Visible purple spiritual pressure ripples spread out continuously.

Two charred bodies flew out from the center of the explosion. Aizen used Shunpo to step forward and steadily caught Jozuki, who had taken the Cero head-on. At the same time—

"Ninety of the broken path."

"Black coffin."

They couldn't make a move earlier because they were too close together, but now that they've separated, it's the perfect opportunity.

A profound darkness rose from the ground, and endless spiritual pressure surged down, condensing into iron walls that instantly enveloped Szayelaporro's body.

Black patterns appeared on the black coffin, and countless sharp blades burst forth from within, accompanied by the incessant sound of flesh tearing apart.

When the black coffin was removed, a body that was not human-shaped appeared before the two of them.

Szayelaporro, who had withstood the combined attack of the two, was now extremely weak and looked like he was about to die.

Aizen frowned and cautiously stepped back.

Based on his experience, Vastod-class Hollows shouldn't be this weak.

However, just as he retreated, a purple light suddenly shone from the charred figure, and layers of black skin peeled away, releasing an even more terrifying spiritual pressure...

Chapter 160 We are different

Ru Yueming stood there, stunned, her charred face remaining blank for a long time.

It withstood a full-power Cero from Szayelaporro.

Although the Boundless Defense prevented any serious injuries, the aftershocks still caused some damage to his head.

To put it simply, they were completely stunned.

After a long while, Ruyue Ming finally came to her senses. The darkness in her eyes gradually faded, and she spat out a mouthful of blood, recovering a little.

It fell back down, its body covered in emerald green.

“Sal Apollo’s poison is very targeted.”

Aizen explained earnestly, "He specifically uses this to affect your spiritual pressure."

"However, its effectiveness is limited. With your recovery ability, you should be able to generate the corresponding antibodies very soon."

Aizen knew that Akira's spirit was powerful, but he didn't expect her poison resistance to be so high.

Even though I've only been poisoned for a short time, my body has already started to adapt.

At this rate, the effects of the poison will soon completely wear off, and Ruyueming will regain her lively and energetic state.

"Is that guy dead?"

Despite the intense pain that would accompany the recovery process, Ru Yueming didn't even blink.

Having been tempered by Yamamoto's iron fist, he had long since become indifferent to pain.

A mere fatal wound, nothing to worry about!

“Watstod won’t die so easily.”

Aizen stared at the charred figure in the distance, which was constantly emitting a purple glow. "Szayelaporro's current state is like a life that has been reborn."

"Both spiritual pressure and life force have improved by more than one level."

The moment he finished speaking, a purple pillar of spiritual pressure shot into the sky, and the heavy oppressive feeling fell upon the desert as if the sky were collapsing.

The once deep blue sky was now covered by thick clouds.