Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

Yamamoto prides himself on having some experience in beating his apprentices.

He drew the Ryujin Jakka, which he had just taken from under the tea stove, and slowly pulled out the sword. The temperature in the air began to rise again.

A fierce wind rose up, whipping up dust from the wasteland.

"You want to overthrow Yamamoto's tyranny? Well then, I'll clean house today!"

Yamamoto smiled, a wisp of vapor leaking between his teeth, his exposed skin bearing bright red scars, like a volcano dormant for thousands of years about to erupt.

"Everything in the world is reduced to ashes!"

"Flowing blade like fire!"

Lava, radiating scorching heat, erupted forth, accompanied by howling, raging winds, engulfing the entire back mountain in intense heat.

Horror!

Based on his previous experiences in clashing with Akira Kisaragi, Yamamoto knew that without something substantial, he wouldn't be able to teach this wicked disciple a profound lesson.

Moreover, given his talent level, it would be impossible to defeat him using only hand-to-hand combat or swordsmanship.

Whenever he thought of this, Yamamoto's expression would become somewhat dazed.

This kid has only been out of the Spirit Arts Academy for a short time, yet he has already caught up with the level of other captains who have cultivated for hundreds of years. Even I, at his age, seem to have only just embarked on my journey.

Just as he was in a daze, Ruyue Ming on the opposite side also unleashed a powerful spiritual pressure, and amidst his cackling laughter, black flames erupted from his body.

Given that drawing his sword would weaken his combat power, Ruyueming chose the unparalleled Iron Fist.

He gently patted Wujie, who was trembling wildly at the waist, and comforted him:

"Good brother, I won't let you get hurt again."

As soon as he finished speaking, he threw the sword and its sheath to the edge of the battlefield in the distance.

Seeing that Yamamoto was ready and had come out of his reverie, Ruyue Ming grinned and immediately launched an attack.

With a single, swift strike, he tore through the air, bridging the distance between the two, and appeared before Yamamoto as if by teleportation.

With his right arm extended backward, his muscles bulged and throbbed, surging with boundless power.

The essence of the Genryu style, inherited from Yamamoto, is fully embodied at this moment.

One bone!

Yamamoto's pupils contracted as he sensed the danger contained in the punch, and at the same time, he noticed that Kisaragi was different from before.

Without any hesitation, he threw out a pine torch with his backhand.

A burst of flames shot into the sky, transforming into a blazing tornado that engulfed the moonlit night.

Before Yamamoto could even breathe a sigh of relief, a figure burst out from within, and a fist wreathed in black flames slammed solidly into Ryujin Jakka's blade.

It felt like crashing into a mountain peak.

Watching from afar, Chojiro, a magpie enthusiast, instinctively widened his eyes, as if he had witnessed something unbelievable.

"Lord Yamamoto... he's retired?"

In his line of sight, Yamamoto was struck by a punch from Akira, a punch imbued with filial piety. The immense force sent him staggering back several meters.

Although it's not much, it still signals a rather exaggerated situation.

Akira Kisaragi was already able to look Yamamoto in the eye on equal terms.

Yamamoto frowned, staring intently at the demon-like Akira, and asked:

"New demonic patterns?"

Akira once explained to Yamamoto the principles and methods of engraving the Oni-do pattern, but for some reason, Yamamoto was never able to complete it.

He observed for a moment and said in a deep voice:

"This aura... could it be the Black Coffin?"

Ru Yueming grinned:

"As expected of the old man from the mountain who can teach a prodigy like me."

"That's right, it's the black coffin."

"If you're scared, then just surrender obediently and hand over the position of captain."

Upon hearing these unfilial remarks, Yamamoto was so angry he laughed:

"This mere black coffin is something I can break with one hand. What is there to fear?"

"If this is your trump card, then you'd better admit defeat sooner rather than later."

"I don't want to be an old man who dies before his son."

The two exchanged a barrage of words before engaging in a fierce battle. The surge in spiritual pressure caused the earth to tremble and even spread throughout the entire Seireitei.

Fortunately, the Grim Reapers are used to similar things.

After recognizing that it was the spiritual pressure of Yamamoto and his apprentice, they stopped caring about it.

In the words of the Eleventh Division Captain, "Hitting is a sign of affection, scolding is a sign of love, and the most beloved thing is kicking."

Why should outsiders interfere when the master and disciple are exchanging feelings?

boom!

Raging flames shot into the sky, and the ground cracked open with jagged fissures, through which golden and red colors flowed freely, like lava.

Yamamoto showed no mercy during his initial attack.

After only a few collisions, he realized the current strength of Ru Yueming's defense.

It's outrageous to the point of being unbelievable.

If it were Ryujin Jakka without its release, it probably wouldn't even be able to break through this kid's defense.

Even with all our firepower at the moment, we can only cut him to the point of being covered in wounds.

In the blink of an eye, Ru Yueming was back to her energetic self, and with a stream of light formed by black flames, she attacked him like a falling meteorite.

Wherever it passed, scorch marks were left, and the earth groaned in agony, unable to bear the weight any longer.

"torch!"

Yamamoto, wielding Ryujin Jakka, raised his sword and slashed upwards, unleashing a fiery tornado that turned the entire back mountain into a sea of ​​fire.

The high temperature even affected Chojiro, a saga player watching from a distance.

Even the First Division, which is not far from here, has been affected to some extent.

The soldiers stood on the rooftop gazing into the distance, wiping the sweat from their brows from time to time, feeling as if a second blazing sun had risen over the Soul Society.

Facing Yamamoto's deadly attack, Ruyueming showed no intention of dodging, letting out a cackling laugh as she charged into the pine torches.

It's like Wolverine facing Phoenix.

The surface of the body is burned black, then instantly returns to its original state, and then repeats the above behavior indefinitely until fire resistance is developed.

Yamamoto's eye twitched.

This was a path he had never imagined.

Even though he had lived for thousands of years, he never imagined that someone could use this method to offset the fire damage from the Ryujin Jakka eruption.

Any normal person would have been burned to ashes in the pine torch's explosive flames.

Realizing that he might no longer be able to pose a threat to his wicked disciple, Yamamoto gathered his spiritual pressure and unleashed a powerful attack.

boom! !

A blazing golden-red pillar of light shot into the sky, like the rising sun, illuminating the entire battlefield.

The immense pressure instantly acted on Ru Yueming, causing her body to sink and her movements to slow down considerably.

"Kid, it's too early for you to think you can overthrow your superiors."

Yamamoto grinned and said, "I'm not so old that I can't even handle a little brat."

A terrifying surge of spiritual pressure swept across the battlefield, like an iron plow, arbitrarily altering the terrain.

A sea of ​​fire raged across the sky, a scene of brutal ferocity.

His scarred body transformed into a blazing sun, wielding the Flowing Blade Like Fire, gazing intently at the Moonlit Night before him.

Sword Demon, Yamamoto Ginseng!

Even under such immense pressure, Ru Yueming still didn't know what fear was.

All he knew was that he had long since felt the stirrings of a dangerous instinct, a tremor and excitement from the depths of his soul.

Without the slightest fear, the lightning and fire wings on his shoulders instantly unfurled, and his spiritual pressure exploded to its limit, transforming into pillars of light that raged wildly.

next moment.

Black flames erupted violently, transforming into a massive, sky-covering wave that blanketed the golden-red sky, as if the end of the world had arrived.

Full power, double bones!

As the moonlight shone, he unleashed his strongest attack of the battle so far, grinning as he blasted out a jet-black fist bone.

The moment the peerless iron fist clashed with the blazing blade.

Heaven and earth fell silent, as if transformed into pure black and white.

The two remained frozen in place until a slight cracking sound was heard.

A completely new and immense spiritual pressure erupted as if the sky were collapsing.

Upon seeing this, Chojiro Sasaki's eyes widened, too shocked to speak.

at the same time.

Then someone's arrogant laughter rang out:

"Hehehe, old man of the mountain, I need your help in my cultivation!"

Second update

Chapter 215 Yamamoto, who lacks martial ethics