Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

As a djungarian hamster, Hamster Pig couldn't understand the two's moves, but that didn't stop it from discerning who had the upper hand.

The sparrow's face was filled with shock.

From his perspective, Yamamoto was completely overwhelmed, despite his unparalleled swordsmanship, which made him virtually unmatched in the Soul Society.

However, he was unable to fully utilize his swordsmanship skills.

As if he knew exactly where his strengths lay, Ruyue Ming seized the opportunity to let the blades in their hands clash.

The repeated alternations caused Yamamoto's swordsmanship to constantly change, to the point that he is now unable to form a systematic sword technique.

too exaggerated.

Isn't this kid's strength a bit too much?

when!

Another clash of blades.

Exhausted, Yamamoto took a step back.

The moment he looked up, he happened to see the ambiguous smile on the face of his wicked disciple, which seemed to be mocking him.

In an instant, he was consumed by rage.

Yamamoto instantly unleashed a powerful spiritual pressure, and as he took a step forward, flames engulfed the blade as it slashed down relentlessly towards Asuka.

In the firelight, the aged body resembled a god.

As Yueming opened his eyes wide, he tried to use his spiritual pressure to resist it, but his reaction was ultimately a beat too slow.

Damn it, this old man has no sportsmanship!

boom!

The blades collided again, and the terrifying impact transformed into a fiery tornado that roared out and directly devoured Ru Yueming, whose face was ferocious and resembled a demon.

A body engulfed in flames flew backward and crashed heavily into the ghostly barrier, creating ripples of transparent light.

"Old man Shan, you've fallen!"

"They even resort to such underhanded tactics."

As the moonlight dissipated the flames on its body, it grumbled in dissatisfaction.

Yamamoto blushed slightly, but quickly recovered, cleared his throat twice, and said with an air of authority:

"This is also part of the teaching process."

"As the Grim Reaper, one must always be vigilant about the outside world."

"Just like the battle just now, if I were someone else in disguise, it wouldn't have been as simple as just being injured."

Ru Yueming narrowed her eyes slightly, staring intently at the old man from the mountain who was arguing illogically.

To be honest, the person who can impersonate an old man in front of him without being discovered hasn't been born yet.

The old man clearly didn't want to lose, which is why he became angry out of embarrassment.

"Alright, let's move on to the next round."

Ru Yueming patted the ashes off his body, revealing his strong and perfect physique, and grinned.

"Teacher, you know me."

"That was just an appetizer; now comes the main course."

Yamamoto's eye twitched.

Almost forgot.

The wicked disciple's combat power in his ripped-out state is at least twice that of his clothed state.

"Cough, no rush."

Yamamoto changed the subject, "I have a question. Why did your swordsmanship get stronger with each passing moment?"

Ru Yueming grinned:

Have you ever heard of sacred writing?

Under Yamamoto's curious gaze, Akira explained to him the basic abilities of the Holy Script W.

Simply put, he imbued his Zanpakuto with the power of the sacred script.

Although the principles are still not fully understood, fighting against Akira, who has obtained the power of the world, is tantamount to fighting against the world itself.

“Unlike those flashy Sternritter members.”

Ru Yueming crossed his arms and said smugly, "My main strategy is to suppress the opponent's defenses with sheer force!

Yamamoto was horrified.

This wicked disciple was already ridiculously strong, and now he's even obtained the sacred script power exclusive to Quincy. Is there no justice left?

If this trend continues, will he retire tomorrow?

The thought of his disobedient and unfilial disciple filled Yamamoto with intense worry.

Do we really have to resort to selling roasted sweet potatoes on the street?

Yamamoto shook his head violently. He had spent too much time with that person and had almost been assimilated.

Even if this kid is outrageous, he wouldn't be this unfilial.

"I understand."

Yamamoto nodded and said, "These sacred characters are a special ability similar to the Bankai of a Zanpakuto. So it turns out you were the one who cheated first."

Ru Yueming chuckled, not denying the point.

Seeing this, Yamamoto threw out the Ryujin Jakka in his hand, and the blade embedded itself in the wall beside him.

"Today's test will assess your basic skills."

"So, let's try again without using any other abilities."

"Let me see if you have neglected your daily cultivation."

Ru Yueming's eyes lit up. He imitated Yamamoto, skillfully throwing his knife, spreading his arms wide, his bones cracking, his muscles shifting, and there was even a sense of rising heat.

A sinister grin appeared on the surface, staring menacingly ahead:

"Teacher, have you ever lost?"

…………

As the setting sun cast its last rays upon the earth, a lonely figure emerged from the barracks of the First Squadron. Sunlight fell upon his shoulders, illuminating the white haori bearing the character "一" (one).

"Not only did I fail to get gold coins, but I also got my gold coins taken by Old Man Shan."

"Life..."

As Yue Ming sighed helplessly, she walked dejectedly on her way home, her mind replaying the close-quarters combat she had just fought.

Your uncle is still your uncle.

In terms of skill alone, even though his level of skill in white-handed combat had reached 100, he was still mercilessly crushed by Yamamoto and had no chance to fight back.

It was only by virtue of their thick skin and tough flesh that they managed to turn the tide.

Not only that, but even Kurasuke was forcibly detained in the First Division by Yamamoto on the grounds that he was disrupting the order of Soul Society.

Even more outrageous, the old man, worried that someone's streaking would affect the appearance of Seireitei, forcibly draped his haori over Akira's body.

This also caused the Grim Reaper soldiers to look at him with an eerie gaze.

He wrapped his haori tighter around himself and walked helplessly down the street, heading toward his loyal Eleventh Division.

As he walked through a narrow alley, he suddenly turned his gaze to the northwest.

A pure white figure emerged from the shadows.

Her long, black hair was braided and hung down in front of her. Her body was covered by a large captain's haori and shihaka uniform. A gentle, sunny smile appeared on her delicate face.

Retsu Unohana, whom I haven't seen for many days.

Upon seeing the person she had been longing for, Retsu Unohana's face did not show much unusual emotion; she remained gentle.

She approached and smiled, "I just went to the First Division to report on our recent work. I heard about your battle with Captain-Commander Yamamoto."

"This is the first time I've heard him evaluate someone like this."

As they spoke, Unohana Retsu slowly approached, seemingly preparing to stand with Kisaragi Akira.

"My work has just finished."

"Why don't we..."

When she came to Ruyueming's side, she found that his expression was a little strange. He wanted to laugh but forcibly held it back, giving people an indescribable feeling.

"Kisaragi-kun, are you hurt anywhere?"

Unohana Retsu asked with a puzzled look, her attitude still gentle.

"I just suddenly remembered something happy."

Ru Yueming grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth, a smile that was somewhat unsettling.

Unohana Retsu asked, puzzled, "What's so happy about it?"

"of course……"

A powerful spiritual pressure suddenly erupted, and without warning, a black torrent appeared to the left and right of Ruyueming, instantly swallowing both figures whole.

"It's time to go all out and fight!"

Demonic Pattern - Black Coffin!

Heavy, interwoven patterns transformed into countless sharp blades that burst forth from within, wantonly slicing through Unohana Retsu's body, as if trying to tear it to shreds.

boom! !

The crimson sword pressure erupted, instantly tearing open the black coffin. A slightly disheveled figure rushed out and flashed onto the rooftop to the side.

"Ming, what are you doing?!"

Unohana Retsu looked utterly bewildered, as if she had been betrayed by her closest loved one; despair and pain etched themselves onto her delicate face.