Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

Of course, it's also possible that she misunderstood the other person.

"Let's not talk about this anymore."

Yoruichi changed the subject, "I was planning to come find you after I finished my work, but since you're here, you might as well stay."

"Some time ago, I had a sudden inspiration and developed an incomplete secret technique."

"After several attempts, we found that this secret technique is very suitable for the Second Division's fighting style, and of course, it is also very suitable for you."

"Moreover, according to the calculations, if this technique can be fully developed, it will definitely leave a significant mark on the history of Soul Society, and may even be comparable to Captain-Commander Yamamoto's Genryu!"

As she said this, Yoruichi was full of confidence, her chest puffed out, as if waiting for praise.

Seeing this, Ru Yueming stretched out her cat paw and clapped her hands loudly, thoroughly satisfying the girl's vanity.

Only in front of him would Ye Yifang show such an attitude.

"This secret technique is essentially a combination of the Ghost Path and the White Strike."

Encouraged, Yoruichi was very satisfied and said with a smile, "I'll name it 'Instant Hurricane'!"

Regarding Szayelaporro's Resurrection Jutsu, I think it's best to explain. In the original story, it was initially Vastower because he devoured his brother Ilford, Grimmjow's subordinate. Later, in order to study the Message of Conception, he split himself into two, falling from Vastower to Adjuchas. As for the Resurrection Jutsu, Szayelaporro's connection to the wicked concubine and Ilford's connection to the Azure Horned Prince, combined, directly elevated him to the rank of king...

Chapter 162 Aesthetics of Violence

Eleventh Division, the arena.

Two figures were locked in a fierce battle in the spacious arena, their swords clashing and sparks flying, blood splattering everywhere, showing no mercy.

Since the members of the Eleventh Division finished their promotional mission and returned to their barracks, similar scenes have been playing out every day.

At first, Kisuke Urahara would offer some advice and try to show concern for the members from the perspective of the vice-captain.

But when he realized that this was the Eleventh Division's style, he stopped caring.

Instead of worrying about their safety, we should think of ways to fool our own captain.

Of the tasks assigned earlier, he had only created folders during this period.

If this continues, I'm afraid someone will discipline us according to team rules.

The thought of this filled Kisuke Urahara with a sense of urgency, a feeling that time was of the essence.

The Eleventh Division may seem to fight recklessly, but they are actually very measured. Even when they are slashing someone, they will choose the right angle to avoid leaving a fatal wound on their comrades.

Moreover, during each intra-team competition, a member of the Fourth Division would be on the sidelines, ready to provide emergency treatment at any time.

Even if the fighting goes on for a whole day, no serious incidents will occur.

In addition to sword fighting, the Eleventh Division's matches also include hand-to-hand combat, men's wrestling, and strength contests.

On the various competition stages, figures were covered in sweat, and whenever someone fell, a deafening cheer would erupt from the team barracks.

After hundreds of years of evolution, the Eleventh Division's team spirit has become completely fixed.

We uphold martial virtue and respect the strong.

While other divisions have similar habits, at least they don't put them on the table as openly as the 11th Division.

Here, as long as you are strong enough, you can achieve a high status.

Correspondingly, the weak cannot even afford a hot dog.

In the midst of this heated competition, the sudden appearance of an uninvited guest shattered the atmosphere inside the team barracks.

A powerful spiritual pressure swept over, instantly covering the entire barracks.

Everyone stopped what they were doing, even the big guys who were wrestling together separated and looked in the direction from which the spiritual pressure was coming.

At the entrance to the team barracks, a massive, mountain-like figure stood on the grass, its rough, black skin making it look like a towering structure from afar.

Its ferocious face resembled that of a wild beast, covered in thick fur, with a patch of black fur on its bare chest, making it look like a larger version of a black bear.

Even ignoring the powerful spiritual pressure it releases, its very appearance gives off a strong sense of oppression, and standing in front of it makes one feel like they can't breathe.

The Eleventh Division values ​​strength, so most of its members are big guys.

But these big guys looked like teenagers in front of this humanoid black bear.

In terms of height alone, he's probably over three meters tall.

"Grim Reapers, I've heard that the Eleventh Division's captain assessment method is the simplest and most convenient."

"As long as the current captain is killed, I can become the new captain."

The humanoid black bear grinned, revealing a mouthful of fangs, exuding a fierce aura.

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the Grim Reapers changed slightly, realizing the purpose of this person's visit.

Unlike other squads, the Eleventh Squad has a rather unique way of selecting its captain due to its team spirit.

This is why ronin from Rukongai often come to challenge the captain.

Many veteran Shinigami in the team experienced similar scenarios when they were still alive at Kuruyashiki.

However, these people all met with bad ends.

After all, people always have to pay the price for their actions.

Is it finally the new captain's turn to encounter such an incident?

"So, where is your captain?!"

"Tell him to get out here right now!"

The moment the last sentence fell, it transformed into a deafening roar, even forming visible sound waves that surged outwards in all directions.

Upon seeing this, the Shinigami of the Eleventh Division finally showed shock.

The opponent's strength seemed to be far greater than they had anticipated, and by a significant margin.

"I'm sorry, sir, the captain is not currently in the barracks."

From the crowd, a robust man pushed aside the Grim Reaper beside him and stepped forward, slowly approaching the humanoid black bear. He explained earnestly:

"If you are not in a hurry, you can wait here for a while."

These words immediately drew discontent from the crowd:

"Hey, you're the third seat in the shooting range, why are you wasting your breath talking to this guy!"

"That's right, that's right. Not just anyone is qualified to challenge Lord Gongsi!"

"This kind of stuff isn't even worthy of eating a hot dog!"

Although Akira Kisaragi did not serve as captain for long, and could even be said to have never managed the affairs of the team, the members of the Eleventh Division were already convinced and sincerely admired him when he took the position of Third Seat.

No captain has ever been able to take on the entire team without being at a disadvantage.

Coupled with Akira Kisaragi's brilliant achievements since graduation, the Shinigami members' admiration for him has almost turned into fanatical faith.

While they claim to be promoting the shrine in Rukongai, they mostly extoll the invincible bravery of their own captain.

So when this humanoid black bear spoke rudely to his own captain, some people were already dissatisfied with him.

"Ok?"

Hearing the jeers from the crowd, the humanoid black bear's eyes immediately turned hostile, and it raised its huge hand to grab directly in the direction from which the sound came.

The immense spiritual pressure made it difficult to breathe.

Iba Tessamon's gaze sharpened slightly, and he immediately unleashed his spiritual pressure, standing in front of his opponent to counteract the mountain-like oppressive feeling.

“Friend, if you continue to attack the members, then I will assume that you are waging war against our Eleventh Division.”

Upon hearing this, the humanoid black bear let out a disdainful sneer, immediately clenching its fist and blasting straight forward.

Ichiba Tetsuzaemon's expression changed slightly, and without further hesitation, he drew his sword and unleashed his power.

The fist, heavy with spiritual pressure, slammed down on the oncoming blade, producing a metallic clang.

Feeling the terrifying power emanating from the Zanpakuto, Iba Tetsuzaemon's expression changed drastically, and he immediately switched from holding the sword with one hand to holding it with both hands.

No wonder they dared to challenge the Eleventh Division; their powerful spiritual pressure alone is no less than that of an ordinary captain.

Coupled with his naturally powerful physique, this guy might actually be able to serve as the captain in any other squad.

Thinking of this, Izaba Tetsuzaemon gritted his teeth and roared angrily:

"Oh, oh, oh, as a man, I won't give up so easily!"

A violent spiritual pressure erupted, and Iba Tessamon's aura reached its peak. The muscles on his arms bulged, and veins stood out. All his power surged into the blade.

However, just as he was thinking about confronting the humanoid black bear head-on, a long-handled heavy hammer appeared in the hand of the bear he was facing.

He grinned maliciously and swung the heavy hammer mercilessly at the shooting range.

By the time they realized it, it was too late.

boom!

Shooting range Tetsuzaemon was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the barracks. Dust billowed up, and several houses collapsed, turning into ruins.

"Is this all there is to the so-called three seats?"

The humanoid black bear let out a disdainful sneer, "You can't even withstand one of my attacks."

"It seems your captain isn't much better."

When he said this, there wasn't the slightest bit of embarrassment on his dark face.

It was as if he wasn't the one who launched the sneak attack.

Despite engaging in direct combat, he secretly unleashes his Zanpakuto behind the scenes and then launches a sneak attack.

This kind of fighting style is truly despicable.

"Since your captain isn't coming out, then I'll just have my fun with you guys first."

The humanoid black bear wielded a long-handled heavy hammer and smashed it straight down onto the ground in front of it. With a loud bang, the ground cracked, and countless fissures appeared on the grass.

It was like an earthquake.

In an instant, the earth collapsed, buildings fell one after another, and dust filled the sky.