Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

Sometimes, when younger generations grow up too fast, it's not always a good thing for these older generations.

Hopefully nothing bad will happen this time...

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After beating up the entire team during the day, Ruyue Ming didn't forget to change into a brand new outfit and comb her hair like an adult before accepting the invitation on time.

However, the location for moon viewing this time was not set at the Fourth Division.

Instead, they were placed near the inner palace.

Ru Yueming had no objection to this, but she was worried that the two of them might make too much noise while admiring the moon and accidentally disturb the underground council hall or the Qingjing Tower.

That would be less than ideal.

Hopefully, this year's Room 46 will be sturdy enough.

With high hopes for a bright future, Ru Yueming arrived near the inner court.

Just then, Retsu Unohana, dressed in white, walked from the direction of the First Division.

"Kisaragi-kun, please come with me."

With Asuka Akira by her side, Unohana Retsu walked deeper into the inner palace, passing through layers of demonic barriers and overcoming numerous heavily guarded defenses.

Finally, under someone's puzzled gaze, she opened the passage leading to the deepest underground prison.

Looking at the somewhat familiar surroundings, Ru Yueming seemed lost in thought, as if she were thinking of something.

…………

Infinite hell.

Looking at the man in front of her, Retsu Unohana smiled gently, her eyes filled with an eager anticipation.

To be honest, she didn't expect Ruyueming to grow up so quickly.

Just a few years ago, he was struggling to survive under her Death Sword Style, but in the blink of an eye, he has grown to the point where she has to take him seriously.

Ever since hearing that his clone had been killed by Ruyue Ming with three blows.

Retsu Unohana realized that if she didn't fight back now, she might never have another chance.

This time, it will be a true battle to the death!

Ru Yueming scrutinized the slender figure opposite him, stroked his chin, and a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

She wore a white captain's haori over a black shihaka outfit, with a light-colored belt around her waist. Her long hair was tied up in front of her with a red ribbon, forming a braid that obscured her view.

Her smile was gentle and approachable.

Just looking at her makes you feel like you're basking in a spring breeze, and you want to take her home as your wife.

As she watched the other person's gaze gradually turn from peaceful to cold and cruel, Ru Yueming smiled:

"Sister Lie, you wouldn't be thinking of..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was ruthlessly interrupted and admitted:

"It's something I've always wanted to do."

Upon hearing this, Ru Yueming grinned but said nothing more.

Things have become so obvious that if he still can't understand it, then he wouldn't dare call himself the wisest person in Soul Society.

At such close range, Ru Yueming clearly sensed a hidden force behind that gentle smile—

The ferocious killing intent that could no longer be concealed.

It was like some kind of wild beast that was starving to the extreme.

Heavy, viscous killing intent spread rampantly through the hellish realm, as if a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood were piled up in front of it; the chilling killing intent was almost tangible.

bass--

The moment the sound of a sword being drawn rang out, Unohana stirred violently.

With a light touch of her toes, the pristine white figure glided gracefully through the darkness, like a dancing swan, unleashing a suicidal attack on the blade light bursting forth ahead.

Clang! !

In the instant the metal clashed, dazzling sparks flew and burst forth.

Unohana Retsu's long sword suddenly faltered, and she found herself at a disadvantage in the probing exchange.

Boom!

Without any unnecessary words, after a brief clash, a series of magnificent sword techniques unfolded.

The Death Sword Style, created by Retsu Unohana by drawing on the essence of countless schools, extends freely in the Avici Hell.

The frenzied offensive was relentless, with one strike after another aimed at the victim's vital points.

Heart, throat, chest cavity, spine...

This is the ultimate swordsmanship, and the supreme art that Retsu Unohana has dedicated the rest of her life to!

If it were anyone else, they would have been defeated by this exquisite and unparalleled swordsmanship, or left covered in wounds.

However, Retsu Unohana's opponent is Akira Kisaragi, who is equally proficient in this skill and has made it an instinct.

In terms of familiarity with this style of swordsmanship, he was no less than Retsu Unohana, and perhaps even more so.

The complex cutting techniques were repeatedly deciphered and even used as opportunities for counterattacks.

"really……"

Retsu Unohana smiled and said, "You don't need me to go easy on you anymore."

A chilling undercurrent lurked beneath the gentle exterior, and a long-forgotten shriek of danger emanated from the instinct for danger, even causing Ru Yueming to momentarily lose her senses.

It wasn't a warning of danger, but rather an excitement for the battle to come.

A gentle murmur echoed in the darkness, reaching the ears in an instant, followed by a sudden and terrifying surge:

"Swastika..."

The second update should be around 3 or 4 o'clock.

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Boom——

It was as if the heavens and earth were upside down, and an immense pressure was pressing down on us!

The pitch-black, deep hell went berserk in an instant, and the dazzling crimson color spread wildly across the boundless land!

An endless stench of blood spread, rising from the depths of hell until it covered everything in sight.

Unohana Retsu's gaze fell upon him, her eyes brimming with an irrepressible desire and pleasure. She gripped the blade tightly in her left hand, letting the scalding blood gush from her palm and seep into the earth.

The blade curved more and more, as if it had become a creation made purely of blood.

"All gone..."

Thick, sticky blood dripped continuously from the blade, instantly creating an endless sea of ​​blood.

Da da da……

With light yet steady steps, she treads upon the sea of ​​blood, walking step by step toward Ruyueming.

Unohana Retsu had a pleased smile on her lips, and a hint of anticipation appeared on her blood-stained cheek.

Just as Ru Yueming was admiring the scene before him, which resembled a work of art from hell, a stunningly beautiful face suddenly appeared in front of him.

The tilted, curved blade slashed down without hesitation toward his face.

Perhaps it was because the movements were so gentle that they evoked unwarranted associations, like the intimacy between lovers.

Yet, hidden within these fluid and varied movements was an undisguised killing intent!

Clang!

The blade was blocked.

This strike was no longer the flashy Death Sword style.

There's no skill involved; it's all about the purest and most brutal methods.

Head-to-head!

A scorching heat surged from Ruyueming's body, and violent power erupted from his body, while pitch-black flames eroded the sea of ​​blood beneath his feet.

Thick, blood-red mist filled the surroundings, adding an element of uncertainty to the battle.

The blade cleaved down, violently creating a towering wave; the jagged gash stretched straight forward, disappearing instantly into the distance.

Unleashing the power of unsealing with abandon, Yueming's lips curled up slightly, revealing a smile similar to that of Unohana Retsu.

It must be admitted that the two are somewhat similar.

Or rather, this is Kenpachi's destiny.

Similar madmen will always come together by some coincidence, thus triggering an unexpected chemical reaction.

Seeing the astonishing aura emanating from Kisaragi Akira, Unohana Retsu's smile grew even more delightful, as if she were speaking to the person before her, or perhaps talking to herself:

"Only you can bring me such ultimate pleasure, Ming."

"I'm going to fuck..."

Sticky rain of blood fell from the sky, cascading down beside the two men, and sharp, ear-piercing sounds of collisions echoed continuously above the sea of ​​blood.

Only at this moment did Ru Yueming roughly understand the power of Jie Jin.

The ultimate realm originating from the blood.

Or perhaps "blood pool hell" would be a more accurate description.

The instant the blades touched, an invisible force stripped him of his spiritual pressure, and in an instant, his seemingly indestructible defense was breached.

The skin and flesh on my right hand seemed to have lost their vitality, peeling off at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Soon, what came into view was a ghastly white skeletal hand gripping the hilt of a knife, slashing wildly and wantonly.