Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

Elbow!

The power erupted like a volcanic eruption, immediately causing Ru Yueming's vision to go black.

It felt like being struck hard by a sledgehammer; his internal organs trembled violently, and he was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into a distant mountainside.

"Hey, isn't this a bit too much?!"

Kisuke Urahara's face was filled with horror. Because he had often been threatened with death by Akira Kisaragi and had extensive experience fighting with her, he knew Akira Kisaragi's strength well.

Even looking at the entire Thirteen Teams, their own Lord Miyaji can be considered a top-tier expert.

Even someone like Rojuro Ootori, who has only been in the Third Division for a short time, probably couldn't withstand a flurry of blows from Kenpachi Zaraki.

Kenpachi Zaraki, in the 11th Division, is frequently subjected to various forms of abuse by Akira Kisaragi.

Even such a powerful figure was sent flying by a single elbow strike from his materialized Zanpakuto, leaving him utterly powerless to retaliate.

This performance is simply too exaggerated.

Not to mention reacting, even Kisuke Urahara, who was constantly watching Mukai's every move, couldn't detect its movement.

Wujie reached out and extended a blade from the shadows on the ground.

It is entirely black, longer than a regular Zanpakuto, and also has a sharper edge.

Without any wasted words, he raised his hand and unleashed a jet-black sword pressure.

The air was instantly torn apart, producing a high-pitched sound of metal clashing amidst the billowing dust.

A hazy figure slowly emerged from the smoke and dust.

As the moonlight clenched the sword pressure with one hand, exerting force with all five fingers, it instantly crushed the sword, scattering countless fragments of spiritual particles across the ground, merging into the endless shadows.

The boundless, when visualized, is, for example, expected to be even stronger.

Both their spiritual pressure and combat experience far surpass his.

If it weren't for the buff from the special ability, that attack would have resulted in at least a collapsed chest cavity.

One black and one white stood facing each other in the sea of ​​shadows, their fighting spirit rising steadily, like raging lava, radiating an irresistible heat.

With a slash, a "Two-Severing" cutting technique inherited from Yamamoto was launched directly at Akira.

Boom!

The blades collided in mid-air, scattering countless sparks.

As the moon shone, she spun around and unleashed a deadly sword strike, the blade tracing its way across the dark surface, leaving a gruesome gash on Wujie's elbow.

No blood flowed out, nor did any shadows fall.

The moment the blade left, the wound healed instantly, as if nothing had ever happened.

"The situation is not good."

Kisuke Urahara said with concern, "This materialized Zanpakuto seems ridiculously powerful."

"If things continue like this, there is a high possibility that something unexpected will happen."

Mayuri Kurotsuchi, standing to the side, curled her lip in disdain and scoffed:

"I know you're worried about him, but could you please stop smiling like that when you say that?"

"Have it?"

Kisuke Urahara reached out and touched the corner of his mouth.

Indeed, his mouth was stretched almost to the back of his ears.

It's nothing more than an instinctive reaction.

Because of years of exploitation, he couldn't help but smile whenever he saw Ru Yueming having a bad day; it had almost become a conditioned reflex.

However, judging from the current situation, it is indeed quite dangerous.

Being unable to defeat a materialized Zanpakuto is a minor matter; if one is killed by the opponent, then one will truly be heading to hell.

Soon, the two sides really got into a heated argument.

The dazzling and intricate sword techniques, like a surging tide, engulfed each other.

Because it is the Moonlit Sword, Mukai is also proficient in the sword techniques that he is skilled in, and seems to be even more skilled.

Often, just as Yueming raised his hand, the opponent had already swung his sword.

Parting the clouds, against the waves, obscurity, separation...

The sword's pressure intertwined with darkness, and naked killing intent was unleashed wantonly. The blade flashed, bursting forth with dazzling light.

puff-

Another sound of flesh tearing rang out from the shadows, and scalding blood gushed out, instantly staining the pure white haori.

As Yueming felt his wrist tremble, under the invasion of Wujie's powerful sword technique, his Zanpakuto actually cracked in several places, looking extremely ferocious.

In contrast, the blade formed from the black shadow in the opponent's hand remained as smooth and sharp as ever.

"You little rascal, you actually had a trick up your sleeve?"

Ruyue Ming was furious, dissatisfied that his Zanpakuto had kept it hidden from him.

Although he rarely uses his Zanpakuto in battle, shouldn't a person and a sword who are close friends be completely honest with each other?

Can't people and knives trust each other a little more?

Can this world ever get any better?!

Enraged, Ruyueming immediately threw away her Zanpakuto and then casually tossed her tattered haori far away.

With a tug, the death outfit split open in the middle, revealing a strong, muscular body.

The bloodstains on his abdomen added to his ferocious appearance.

As he watched the blade swirling in the air and flying towards him, the crimson in Wujie's vertical pupils became even more pronounced.

It was as if a fire of anger was burning within.

As the moonlight stretched out its limbs, it exhaled the scorching heat from its chest, and the next moment, deep purple flames burst forth on its body.

The terrifying heat spread, instantly dispelling the shadows beneath our feet.

A raging pillar of fire then swept up, engulfing his body and distorting the surrounding air.

It was as if the sun was shining brightly.

Urahara Kisuke watched this scene and felt a sharp pain in his teeth.

Throughout the millions of years of Soul Society's history, there have been very few Shinigami with such high purity as Akira Kisaragi.

His Zanpakuto was like a limiter for him.

Once freed from the constraints of the blade, what is revealed to the enemy is the full-powered Yuan Liuren, the captain of the combat squad—

As bright as the moon.

boom!

White energy bursts from his shoulder blades on both sides of his body.

That was materialized demonic power, a combat spirit technique developed by Yoruichi Shihouin, called Instant Roar.

The ground collapsed, creating a huge crater. Like the moonlight bursting forth with several times the speed of before, it instantly approached the boundless black shadow, just as its fist was raised.

Death followed!

Faced with such a ferocious attack, Wujie only had time to raise the black longsword in his hand and block it against the incoming fist.

The chilling sound of metal clanging echoed within the barrier.

The terrifying impact instantly sent it flying, the humanoid black shadow spinning in the sky, finally stirring up a cloud of dust that obscured the horizon.

"I take back what I said before."

Kisuke Urahara's face was full of bitterness. "The real monster is that guy."

Wujie lay powerless, his body disintegrating as if he were submerged in mud.

However, Ru Yueming did not let her guard down, but instead stared with a furrowed brow at the black shadow that was constantly bubbling.

It looked like something was about to come out.

The moment this thought arose, the sound of metal rubbing together burst forth, and an intricate ring slowly emerged from the shadows.

From the lake-like shadows, countless chains burst forth, instantly filling the entire Ghost Path Barrier.

The expected attack did not occur.

The chains intertwined and entangled, like the knitting cloth in Senjumaru's hands, rapidly weaving a body.

Boundless, fully revived.

A figure, like a god, hovered in the sky, its indifferent single eye gazing at the burning figure below, as if trying to etch its image deep into its soul.

boom!

After a moment of eye contact, a thunderous and explosive attack ensued.

The skills inherited from the depths of Ruyueming's soul are fully displayed in Wujie.

One bone! Two bones!

Tornadoes destroy parking lots, crows fly airplanes, fiery punches, whale-killing fists, and the darkest hellish paradise descends...

The fist, bound by chains, crashed down, the air collapsed, and the straight wind left a deep imprint on the back mountain.

Unprecedented pressure is now presenting itself.

Ru Yueming gasped for breath, staring intently at the body in front of him that resembled his own, a sinister smile creeping onto his lips.

Both their fighting styles and techniques seem to be cut from the same mold.

Despite lacking any special attributes, its immense spiritual pressure and sturdy chained body became its strongest support in its fight against Ruyueming.

The fight between one person and one sword was like two hungry beasts fighting over food.

Everywhere he passed was a mess.

Ravines, scorch marks, imprints, canyons...