Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

"Because of your long-term fishing in Hell, you have incurred the wrath of Hell. Kenpachi Kuruyashiki, a prison guard, fought you, causing the Black Rope Hell to collapse."

Ru Yueming nodded hurriedly.

"Then, for this reason, Mimihagi is preparing to go to Hell to repair the damaged Hell with the power of the Eye of Justice, and at the same time, work with you from the inside to achieve the goal of stripping Hell of its power."

"As a result, you disagreed with this approach, so you turned yourself into a Quincy and went to the Wandenreich as an undercover agent, preparing to trick the Soul King's left hand back and replace Mimihagi's position."

Ru Yueming nodded again, his face full of admiration, and said:

"As expected of the old man from the mountain, his wisdom is second only to mine."

"You understand this area so well, I would call you the strongest!"

Yamamoto's face darkened, and he let out an enraged rebuke:

"You bastard, this is utter nonsense!"

"A Shinigami, disguised as a Quincy, infiltrating the enemy's headquarters—what were you thinking?"

"Do you really want me, an old man with white hair, to bury my son before I'm satisfied?!"

Upon hearing this, Ru Yueming subconsciously muttered to herself:

"Where do you have hair?"

boom!

Looking at Kisuke Urahara, who had been punched through the floor and left with a dent in the shape of a human, Kisuke felt quite pleased, but he dared not show it on his face, which made him feel quite miserable.

I can only silently make a judgment in my heart.

It seems.

As Yueming climbed out of the pit, shaking his slightly dizzy head, his unharmed appearance made Yamamoto's teeth ache.

This kid's skin is even thicker than before.

No wonder they act recklessly and even escalate their recklessness.

"Actually."

Asuka Akira muttered softly, "I was absolutely certain before I went undercover. The undercover experience I had accumulated with Tsunayoshiro, plus my superb acting skills and perfect disguise."

"Even if I were to face Yhwach directly, I wouldn't panic at all."

Hearing someone's disgruntled whisper, Yamamoto took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to kill his treacherous disciple and cleanse the sect.

You think infiltrating the Tsunayo family before can be called an undercover agent?

That old bastard Anzhai died with his eyes wide open in disbelief!

Suppressing his anger, Yamamoto said bluntly:

"Queens and Shinigami are different. They belong to different races and have vastly different fighting styles and spiritual pressures."

"A death god entering the invisible empire is like lighting a bonfire in the darkness."

"We might be able to get away with it for a short time, but if it goes on for too long, the other side will definitely notice something amiss, and then..."

Before Yamamoto could finish speaking, deep blue, tree-branch-like patterns appeared on Ruyueming's exposed skin.

Immediately afterwards, he spread his five fingers on his right hand, and a large number of spiritual particles in the air gathered and instantly condensed into a longbow that exuded a sharp aura.

Spirit arrows slowly appeared.

Bend the bow and nock the arrow.

Yamamoto instinctively gripped his cane tighter, his pupils contracted sharply, and a surging, tangible killing intent surged forth, impacting the building.

At that moment, he even thought that the Quincy of the Unseen Empire was impersonating Asuka Ming.

But the naiveté in his eyes is something that ordinary people cannot imitate.

So at the last moment, Yamamoto suppressed his urge to take action.

Kisuke Urahara clicked his tongue, indicating that he was somewhat disappointed.

Seeing Ru Yueming suffer misfortune is more gratifying than receiving a paycheck.

Unfortunately, Yamamoto wasn't so senile that he didn't immediately eliminate the traitor.

"Kid, come with me."

"Oh."

"And you!"

Yamamoto cast a chilling glance at Kisuke Urahara, who was watching the show with amusement.

just like.

In his eyes, this strategist of the Eleventh Division had become a bad seed leading his disciples astray.

When their eyes met, Kisuke Urahara's heart skipped a beat.

Oh no, I've been tricked by Ruyueming again!

Kisuke Urahara weighed the pros and cons, wondering whether he should also hand over Aizen.

After much deliberation, I decided to abandon this tempting idea.

If I were to say that, I would offend not only Kisaragi Akira, but also Aizen.

He could barely hold on by himself, but if Aizen were to join the fray, his 100-plus pounds would probably be completely destroyed.

He might end up committing suicide after being stabbed seventy-two times in the back.

Kisuke Urahara shuddered.

Based on his understanding of Akira and Aizen, he was certain that the two treacherous individuals were absolutely capable of doing such a thing.

For your own safety, it's best to keep quiet.

…………

The dilapidated back mountain of the Eleventh Division.

Because it has been ravaged by someone for many years, this place can no longer be called the back mountain; it should be called the back wasteland.

Looking around, one can vaguely see the territories of other teams at the edge of the field of vision.

It's too empty.

"Boy, take out your old Spirit Longbow."

Yamamoto said in a low voice, "Attack me."

"Oh."

As the moon shines, he draws his bow and nocks an arrow, raising his hand to unleash a spiritual arrow that tears through the air.

As the azure beam of light drew near, Yamamoto's expression darkened slightly. He opened his large hand and precisely grasped the spirit arrow in his palm.

Take a moment to get a feel for it.

Yes, genuine spirit arrows, the purest Quincy combat spirit technique.

Because he had killed so many Quincy, Yamamoto boasted that he knew the Quincy very well.

"continue."

To verify his suspicions, Yamamoto continued to act as a live target for Akira Kisaragi.

In an instant, arrows of light rained down like rain.

A hazy filter was added to the azure sky, and the surging spiritual particles fell like a flood bursting its banks.

Kisuke Urahara's expression changed slightly as he was caught in the attack range, and he immediately used the No. 73 Binding Spell to envelop himself.

He didn't want to die from some unknown area-of-effect attack.

Despite the relentless onslaught, Yamamoto remained unfazed. He loosened his grip on his cane with his left hand, facing forward, and began chanting the incantation of the Kido.

"Broken Dao No. 88: The flying dragon strikes the thief and the sky-shaking thunder cannon!"

In an instant, a deafening roar erupted, and a beam of azure light crackled with raging lightning, obliterating everything in its path.

Countless spiritual arrows disintegrated and transformed back into spiritual particles, dissipating into the air.

Looking at the mess left in front of him, Yamamoto remained silent.

No one understands Quincy better than him.

That's why he felt so conflicted at this moment.

It's ironic that he, who considered the Quincy his mortal enemies, ended up taking one of them as his last disciple.

However, Yamamoto still held a sliver of hope.

Perhaps, this is just Ru Yueming's special ability.

This wicked disciple has always been able to create miracles, and perhaps this is one of them.

"Give it your all."

Yamamoto hesitated for a moment, then added, "The Quincy."

Upon hearing this, Ruyue Ming grinned, directly pulled off the captain's haori, and then skillfully tied the shihaka to his waist, revealing his strong and perfect body.

Upon seeing this, Yamamoto's eye twitched.

Does this idiot act the same way even at the Quincy's headquarters?

What's the difference between this and having "I am the Grim Reaper" written on your face?!

Deep blue and dark red patterns appeared simultaneously on the perfect body, exuding a powerful aura.

Kisuke Urahara's breath hitched.

monster!

The instant his pupils contracted, Ru Yueming unleashed astonishing speed, stepping on the pedals condensed from spiritual particles, and instantly arrived in front of Yamamoto.

"Teacher, be careful."

"I don't need you, a junior, to remind me!"

Yamamoto scoffed dismissively, clenched his fists, and immediately unleashed a straight punch.