Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

Then, he walked to the tea table and sat down opposite Ruyueming.

"Is there anything else to report?"

Yamamoto asked casually, "If there isn't any, you can go now."

"teacher?"

Asuka Akira was somewhat surprised, not expecting Yamamoto to react this way. "Don't you have anything to say?"

"say what?"

Yamamoto slowly opened his slightly closed eyes and glanced indifferently at his foolish disciple: "You've labeled your disciple a remnant of the Quincy just because of some unrealistic conjecture?"

"Then, with a wave of his hand, he directly sacrificed his own family for the greater good?"

"In your eyes, am I such a muddle-headed person?"

Ruyue Ming's death instinct made him want to retort, "Aren't you confused enough?" But seeing the flames rising from the Ryujin Ruoka below the furnace, he forcefully suppressed this instinct.

Iron Fist can withstand it, but Ryujin Jakka still needs some time to develop.

"madness!"

Yamamoto seemed to have sensed his foolish disciple's thoughts and angrily rebuked him: "Even someone as wicked as that rotten wood Xianghe, I have never given up on him."

"How could I possibly punish a brainless disciple like you based on a mere suspicion?"

Ru Yueming: "..."

Although he had gained Yamamoto's approval, for some reason, he didn't feel happy.

"Whether it's a Quincy or a Shinigami."

Yamamoto said slowly, "As long as justice is upheld, the Soul Society will welcome it with open arms."

Upon hearing this, Ru Yueming nodded thoughtfully:

"understood."

I thought my teacher was an unreasonable old stubborn person, but I didn't expect him to be quite reasonable at the crucial moment.

In that case, he can confidently continue to develop his potential.

If it really is a Quincy blood armor, then wouldn't he be considered a hybrid in some sense?

Thinking of this, Ru Yueming fell into deep thought.

Yamamoto glanced at the boy, who was once again lost in thought, shook his head, and let out a barely perceptible sigh. At the same time, a hint of relief flashed in his slightly closed eyes.

Although he's a bit stupid, at least he has a decent character.

It is far superior to the likes of Xiu Mu Xiang He.

…………

Rukongai, a desolate plain.

The dark chamber opened, and the two figures exchanged a glance before stepping inside.

The familiar taunts returned, and the smooth spiritual path led straight into the deep darkness ahead.

Chased by the headlights of the dump truck, the two moved quickly and arrived at the exit in the blink of an eye.

With a flash of light, the scene before them underwent a dramatic transformation.

A modern city comes into view.

Although it is not as prosperous as Tsukimeki remembered, it is already far more developed than the Soul Society, which is still stuck in the ancient times.

Gazing at the scene before him, Ruyue Ming sighed deeply, then looked at Aizen beside her and spoke:

"Should we head straight for the Quincy's lair?"

While confirming the coordinates, Aizen explained, "No rush. Let's find the scattered Quincy first. I don't know much about this race."

"After conducting initial observations, we will proceed with the next steps."

The real world is different from Hueco Mundo. Cities are guarded by a large number of Shinigami, and if they are discovered, it could easily lead to some unnecessary accidents.

In worldly affairs, caution and prudence should be the top priority.

After taking out his personal equipment and setting it up, Aizen detected parameters in the thin air of spiritual particles that were completely different from the spiritual pressure of Shinigami, and determined its location.

"Go northwest."

Two figures flashed across the sky and disappeared into the horizon.

Empty Town.

On the outskirts, in the wilderness.

Chaotic and disordered spiritual pressure filled the air, dazzling spiritual arrows exploded in the open space, and scorched cracks spread across the earth.

Several figures fled in a disheveled state across the wilderness, as if being chased by some extremely evil creature.

They didn't even have the courage to look back.

These people are different from ordinary humans. They possess a powerful spiritual pressure, no less than that of ordinary Shinigami soldiers.

Even so, they still lacked the courage to turn back and fight their pursuers.

The group finally relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief when they rushed into a valley.

"That pervert didn't chase after us, did he?"

One of them asked, still shaken.

"Probably not. This is our Quincy's base. No matter how bold that guy is, he shouldn't dare to come after us."

A person standing nearby answered, panting.

Another man, with a slightly rugged appearance, frowned and said, "Be careful."

"Judging from that guy's behavior, I don't think he's the type to give up easily."

"We still..."

Before the words were finished, a sinister voice reached everyone's ears, causing their expressions to change drastically:

"Compared to others, your observation skills are quite good."

"As a reward for you, I've decided to prepare a special container for you after I capture you..."

Amidst the horrified gazes of the crowd, a black figure with blue hair and bizarre attire slowly walked into the valley, its golden eyes fixed intently on everyone.

It was as if they were examining pieces of meat on a cutting board.

The next moment, someone in the crowd pulled the Spirit Shortbow.

The azure spirit arrow tore through the air, heading straight for the figure ahead, before the horrified gazes of the crowd fell upon it.

The strange man extended his right hand and precisely grasped the spirit arrow in his palm, his mocking voice echoing in the empty valley:

"It's no use, Quincy."

"Your abilities have been completely cracked..."

Chapter 169 Cause and Effect, Retribution is Inevitable

The Quincy felt their hearts shatter the moment they saw the Spirit Arrow break.

They never expected that a death god who wasn't even a captain could be so terrifying.

Their only hope now is to wait for the other Quincy in the valley to find them and come to their rescue.

"Oh, still want to struggle in vain?"

Mayuri Kurotsuchi's lips twitched to both sides, his smile quite eerie. "Fine, easily obtained test subjects are not worth cherishing."

"Then let's fight back!"

"Let me see your full potential."

The dozen or so Quincy looked grief-stricken and immediately raised their spirit shortbows, condensing a large amount of spirit particles between their fingers, radiating a sharp aura.

"Battle formation!"

A middle-aged man in the crowd shouted, and the Quincy immediately released their bowstrings. Spirit arrows pierced the air, forming a square shape that instantly sealed off Mayuri Kurotsuchi's location.

Seeing the spiritual arrow hurtling through the air, Mayuri Kurotsuchi showed no fear. He didn't even condense a spiritual pressure shield, simply standing there waiting for the attack to arrive.

The arrow fell and embedded itself in the surrounding soil.

In an instant, a massive explosion erupted, engulfing Mayuri Kurotsuchi's figure.

The chaotic spiritual particles were like a hurricane, constantly reaping everything in their path, turning the soil upside down and raising dust everywhere.

However, when everything faded away...

Mayuri Kurotsuchi was still standing there unharmed. If it weren't for the fact that the earth was already a mess, the Quincy might have thought that nothing had happened.

"How can it be?!"

A gasp rippled through the crowd, their faces filled with disbelief.

Given that they haven't fought the Grim Reaper for many years, the remaining Quincy clan in the world has no idea about the Grim Reaper's specific abilities.

However, related descriptions have also been found in clan records.

However, after searching through all the records, no one could find any record that resembled the perverted man in front of them.

Where did this guy even come from?!

"Let's test your dodging ability."

Mayuri Kurotsuchi didn't pay any attention to the expressions on everyone's faces. To him, this group of people were no different from the living materials in the laboratory.

The moment the words left his mouth, a sense of dread washed over everyone.

The figure in front of me vanished?!

In the fleeting moment of disorientation, a heavy whistling sound followed.

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