Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

But the person who said those words was Aizen.

Aizen ignored the mad Kisaragi Akira and began to explain the details of the Kido patterns.

Because of his high level of calligraphy skills, even a casual sketch can still reveal the unique charm between the strokes.

The electric arc pulsed, crackling and popping in the air.

The cacophony of shrill sounds and the curves of the patterns complement each other, highlighting the true nature of the White Thunder.

Because it is only a No. 4 Badō, its Kidō patterns are not too complicated, and with Asuka's talent, he can master it quickly.

After a moment, Aizen asked, "Did you remember it?"

Ruyue Ming nodded.

"Write it in Bai Lei's style."

Just in case, Aizen decided to have the guy demonstrate it first.

Having suffered too many similar losses at his hands, it's best to be cautious.

Ru Yueming, without a second thought, immediately had lightning flash at his fingertips, instantly drawing out the patterns of the ghost path.

It's slightly different from the previous one, but there are no major errors in the overall design and details.

Seeing this, Aizen felt relieved and prepared to proceed with the third step.

"The next steps are crucial."

"Although the power of White Lightning is limited, it can still unleash extremely strong destructive power when the output spiritual pressure reaches the threshold."

Therefore, we must be careful.

After giving repeated instructions, Aizen began to teach Akira Kisaragi about the results of his research over this period.

Since discovering the abnormal changes in this guy's spirit, he began to conduct an in-depth analysis of it, occasionally drawing a little blood or pulling out some hair.

To Aizen's surprise, when he made a similar request to Akira Kisaragi, the guy didn't even ask any questions and simply stretched out his arm, letting him do as he pleased.

When he asked why, Ru Yueming simply grinned and frankly replied:

"We are friends!"

"Although we wouldn't call ourselves life-or-death friends, we are still close friends."

At that moment, Aizen stared intently at the boy in front of him, trying to find any trace of acting skill in his eyes.

Unfortunately, he failed.

Ruyue Ming is a very pure guy, so pure that it's unbelievable.

“The inscription of the demonic path pattern is not simply a matter of outlining the corresponding marks on the body.”

Aizen's voice was slightly deep, and his attitude was serious. "Similar research has been attempted by others, but without exception, they have all failed."

"The spirit of an ordinary Grim Reaper has a limit to what it can bear."

"If you abandon your spiritual pressure defense, even a normal slash can damage it."

"Not to mention the Ghost Path."

"The first thing to do when imprinting ghostly patterns is that the spirit body must be able to withstand its destructive power..."

He tried his best to discard technical jargon and describe the essence of this method of becoming stronger in the simplest terms.

However, Aizen overestimated Akira's patience.

Or rather, he underestimated the trust the other party placed in him.

"None of that matters."

Ruyue Ming waved her hand, indicating, "You just need to tell me what to do."

Upon hearing this, Aizen sighed helplessly; he knew things would develop this way.

Does this guy have a grudge against his own brain? Why is he too lazy to even move?

"The method is very simple."

"It means imprinting the demonic patterns into the flesh and blood."

"Let the spiritual particles in the spirit body flow and circulate according to the trajectory of the patterns."

Aizen explained the specific method.

“You must be very careful during this process, because…”

However, before he could finish speaking, Ruyue Ming, who was standing next to him, began to try it out.

Active, flickering arcs of electricity coursed across its body surface, and a stinging pain instantly spread throughout its flesh, causing its body to reflexively curl up and twist.

However, Ruyue Ming quickly overcame this process with her unwavering will.

Although he has no particular strengths, his early struggles to survive in the rebellious zone have already forged an indomitable will comparable to steel.

Before long, Ru Yueming's face lit up with joy:

"Hey, I did it!"

The instant the words fell, the flashing lightning subsided and gradually merged into his body, finally leaving a lightning-like mark on the little finger of his left hand.

This is precisely Bai Lei's ghostly pattern.

"Any changes?"

There seemed to be a barely perceptible hint of tension in Aizen's tone.

As the moon shone brightly, she moved her body, engaging in meticulous sensory perception.

He quickly and skillfully demonstrated a set of fledgling eagles taking flight.

"The overall quality has improved a bit."

"And then, this is it!"

He spread his five fingers, and white arcs of electricity flashed instantly, intersecting and arranging themselves to outline different patterns.

Under Ru Yueming's control, these electric lights sometimes formed the shape of a young man wearing overalls, and sometimes they formed the shape of a chick with its head held high.

When he tried to combine the two, he was suddenly interrupted by Aizen's voice.

"Perfect control over Bai Lei, to the point that it has become instinctive?"

Ru Yueming was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

"What about consumption?"

"The same as usual."

Upon hearing this answer, Aizen fell into deep thought.

Ru Yueming's success was expected; the power of the white lightning was limited, and with his current spiritual constitution, he could easily withstand it.

Even if hit head-on by someone else's white lightning, there will be no serious injury.

However, the results were still somewhat unexpected.

It should be noted that Bai Lei is only a fourth-level Demonic Path. In terms of power alone, he is not even in the same league as double-digit Demonic Paths, let alone those high-level Demonic Paths.

If such remarkable results can be achieved simply by imprinting the White Thunder, what if the Crimson Fire Cannon were also imprinted on it?

There were even Thunder Roar Cannon, Twin Lotus Azure Fire Drop, Flying Dragon Strike Thief Heaven-Shaking Thunder Cannon, Black Coffin...

Soon, Aizen returned to his usual calm.

He glanced at Asuka Mei, who was trying to integrate the characteristics of White Lightning into swordsmanship, White Fighting, and even Shunpo, and with a slight smile, reminded her:

"Bai Lei is just the beginning; what follows is the main event of today."

"You should have mastered the Crimson Fire Cannon that Master Tessai has been teaching recently, right?"

Ruyue Ming nodded in response.

What followed was a skillful demonstration.

"These are the demonic patterns of the Crimson Fire Cannon."

Aizen once again drew a new mark in front of him with his finger.

"What time is this...?"

As soon as Ru Yueming opened her mouth, she seemed to suddenly remember something and shut her mouth in time.

"Forget it, just pretend I didn't ask."

He chose not to give Aizen another chance to put on an act.

soon.

Having mastered the demonic patterns of the Crimson Fire Cannon, Ruyueming began to try again.

However, both he and Aizen underestimated the difficulty of imprinting the Red Cannon.

But as soon as it started, Ru Yueming's expression changed slightly, a large amount of blood rushed to her head, and her entire face instantly turned red.

Upon seeing this, Aizen's expression changed drastically, and he was about to offer his assistance.

A surge of heat erupted from Ruyueming's body, and crimson flames once again bloomed in the dojo, instantly attracting countless eyes.

Upon returning to the dojo, Tetsuzai, his expression blank, stared in the direction of the sweltering heat and murmured in a daze:

"What a talent..."

Chapter 40: Wanting both money and people?

When Ruyue Ming woke up, the location had already changed.

Instead of the unchanging ceiling of the dojo, there is now a clean white wall adorned with elegant murals.

The air was filled with a faint fragrance, as well as the lingering smell of disinfectant.

The burning pain spread throughout the body; even the slightest movement caused an excruciating pain as if the skin and flesh were being torn apart.

As Yueming tried to raise her right hand, she found that her hand was being held down by something unknown.