Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

The relevant research still needs a few days to be verified.

Akira left the laboratory to Aizen and returned to the Eleventh Division alone.

However, just as he reached the door, he heard an arrogant voice coming from the dueling platform near the grass:

"Is this all the officials in later generations were capable of?"

"This is terrible, they're all a bunch of weaklings!"

As they approached, they saw a pink-haired little girl with her arms crossed in front of her, looking at the crowd with disdain.

Thanks to the cooperation of Shikaku Hakunsai, Ruyueming did not imprison them, but instead gave them enough freedom.

Near the arena, several familiar figures lay sprawled about.

Higashikata, Komamura left formation, Madarame Ikkaku, Ayase River Yumichika.

Seeing this, Ru Yueming was about to go on stage to teach the little devil a lesson, but someone beat him to it.

Saito Immortal frowned as he stared at the man who had suddenly appeared before him, who looked like a demon, a hint of seriousness flashing in his eyes.

He had thick, black hair, and his open shinigami suit was covered in bloodstains, emanating a strong stench of blood.

Its eyes were bloodshot, and its face was full of a ferocious grin; it was even more vicious than a demon.

"Come and fight!"

Kenpachi Zaraki raised his serrated longsword, pointed it forward, and unleashed his golden spiritual pressure without any concealment.

Before Saito could agree, he had already launched an attack.

Because he was often mercilessly beaten by Akira Kisaragi, Kenpachi Zaraki did not use his eyepatch to absorb his spiritual pressure as he did in the original story.

Furthermore, Akira Kisaragi never showed mercy when he attacked, which led to Kenpachi Zaraki's strength increasing rapidly, making him far stronger than the other members of the squad.

Looking across the entire Soul Society, there are only a handful of people who can suppress him.

Treat the rest equally!

With a burst of blade light, Kenpachi Zaraki launched an attack like a wild beast, his golden spiritual pressure swirling wildly, burning like flames across his body.

Faced with such suppression, Saito Immortal dared not be careless and immediately drew his sword to fight.

Steel clashed, sparks flew, and flames burned.

The serrated longsword rose and fell like a heavy hammer. It was still fighting on instinct, but it was much stronger than when he first joined the team.

Clang——

Visible ripples of air spread in all directions, crashing against the demonic barrier and creating concentric circles of waves.

Saito grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

I thought Akira Kisaragi was an isolated case in the current Squad 13, but I never expected that the mere Squad 11 would be full of hidden talents.

The officer she had fought before was actually incredibly fierce.

I didn’t expect there to be experts!

Is this now the norm for the thirteen teams?

Are they the real outdated ones, these dead people?

Saito was finding it increasingly difficult to fight, while Kenpachi Zaraki was just getting into the zone, with visible white vapor rising from his slightly reddened skin.

The golden spiritual pressure transformed into a blazing pillar of light, illuminating the arena above it like a miniature sun.

With the final burst of dual swordsmanship, Saito was instantly cleaved away, crashing heavily into the Kido barrier.

"Ugh, damn it..."

Saito coughed up a mouthful of blood, looking resentfully at Kenpachi Zaraki on the dueling platform, who was carrying his Zanpakuto on his shoulder and receiving cheers.

She was just careless for a moment; she didn't expect this brute to have a hidden sword technique.

However, at that moment, pitch-black "snowflakes" suddenly began to fall from the sky.

It's like the ashes of a furnace that has burned out completely.

It landed on the grass, into the crowd, and quickly formed a thick layer on the ground.

Saito's expression changed slightly, sensing something was amiss.

Shikaku Hakunsai stepped out from the crowd and came to her side, reminding her.

"chain……"

Saito reached out and touched his chest. The familiar shackles of hell reappeared and were growing stronger, just like the karmic chains binding the souls of humans in the mortal world.

"Hell has come." She looked up at the sky.

Suddenly, a huge door appeared, its black and red colors resembling congealed blood.

The grotesque skeleton raised its hand and slowly opened the gates to hell.

The moment the door opened completely, a tremendous suction force emanated from it, followed by countless black chains.

They swooped down on the two people on the grass.

Just as the chains were about to touch them, a spinning Zanpakuto descended from the sky, bursting with deep purple flames that instantly knocked the chains away.

The blade pierced the grass beside him, and Ruyueming came to the Zanpakuto and pulled it out.

next moment.

A blazing pillar of spiritual pressure shot into the sky, and the sun rose high!

Another day of the beast's work.

The descriptions of Hell mentioned in the text are mostly secondary interpretations, and are intended to extend the original setting as much as possible. For details, please refer to the Hellish Melody Arc and some interviews and Q&A from the Kubo Club.

I just saw a reader's comment, so let me explain. It's not a time-waster; I just really can't write anymore. I get off work too late and time is too tight. This chapter is the update for the 10th. I will definitely update two chapters if I can. Please forgive me.

Chapter 206 I've Enlightened the Daoist

The black and red swirling hairs seemed to be enraged by Ruyueming's actions.

A tremendous pressure, as if the sky were collapsing, surged down, causing the ground to tremble and embers to ripple and spread in all directions.

The black chains danced wildly, drawing twisted lines in the air.

Komamura got up from the ground, his dog-like face filled with surprise as he stared at the scene before him. His sense of duty made him react immediately, and he began to disperse the curious members who had gathered around.

Dongxian and others also joined in, evacuating the crowd.

Soon, only Ru Yueming and his two companions remained on the empty grassland.

Under the oppression of hell, Shikatori Hakunsai and Saito, who were immortal, could not exert any power and could only act as lambs to the slaughter.

They were the dead; hell reshaped their bodies and gave them power.

Strictly speaking, their ability to maintain the status quo is entirely thanks to hell.

It is understandable that the other party wants to deprive them of these things now.

The chains attacked relentlessly, and countless afterimages exploded in the sky.

As the moon shone brightly, sonic booms echoed continuously, and the outrageous combat performance once again drew cheers from the spectators in the distance.

In their eyes, their captain was an omnipotent being.

Hell is nothing, I can just punch it and blow your teeth out!

The chains failed to break through, and the will of hell peeked out from the gates of hell, its enormous body soon appearing above the Eleventh Division.

The terrifying spiritual pressure surged and raged, like an endless river rushing across the sky.

The soldiers turned pale, and their shouts and cheers abruptly stopped.

This kind of pressure is not easy for even the officers to resist, let alone a group of ordinary soldiers.

The crowd dispersed again.

"Lord Kisaragi, give up."

Shikato Hakuryuu said, "The power of Hell is boundless. Even if Yamamoto-senpai came, it would be of no use."

Although Akira's performance in Hell was quite impressive, it still differed somewhat from the Yamamoto she remembered.

As soon as he finished speaking, Hell's Intent unleashed a punch, and the air erupted with a mournful cry of unbearable pressure.

Faced with such an attack, Ruyue Ming grinned, gripped his Zanpakuto tightly, and launched a backhand upward slash.

The blade's light drew a full moon in the sky, radiating a cold, clear light, and swept across the massive body of the Intent of Hell in an instant.

The sword pressed forward relentlessly, charging towards the distant barracks with a deafening explosion.

The body of the demon of hell stiffened, as if it had been paused, and then a thin line of blood appeared from the center, followed by a sound of flesh tearing apart.

The enormous body was cleaved in two, and blood rained down.

Upon seeing this, Genki's expression froze for a moment, but he quickly grinned, a cruel smile appearing on his demonic face:

"Getting stronger again!"

"I can't wait to have a full-blown battle with you..."

For Zaraki, combat comes first, and everything else comes second.

Other enemies he had encountered in the past could not keep up with his speed of unlocking the seal. They were often beating him up one second, and the next second they were cut in two.

Only Ru Yueming consistently dominated him from beginning to end.

Even though he was beaten to the brink of death every time, and his strength increased visibly, he still couldn't achieve a direct suppression.

Therefore, Zaraki was happy to stay in the Eleventh Division.

Only here can one recklessly enjoy the exhilarating battle, repeatedly teetering on the edge of life and death—a experience that ordinary people simply cannot comprehend.

The sight of a demon cleaving through hell with a single blow did not bring joy to Ru Yueming; instead, she frowned.

The torrential rain of blood transformed into spiritual particles and merged into the air.

Immediately afterwards, Shikato Hakunsai and Saito's immortal bodies began to glow, like two fireflies.