Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

Or rather, the injuries on his body had already completely healed when he was sent flying backwards.

"Hado No. 90—"

"Black coffin."

Aizen's gaze remained calm, and his indifferent voice followed.

The black torrent rose from the ground, soaring into the sky, transforming into an indestructible barrier blocking the moonlit path ahead.

The long coffin was sealed.

"A faint, murky emblem, an untamed and arrogant talent..."

The black coffin, which had abandoned its incantation, couldn't even restrain Akira. Aizen knew this, so the moment the black coffin stood up, he immediately added the subsequent incantation.

But the next second, a look of surprise appeared on Aizen's face.

Sharp bone claws tore open his black coffin, and a demonic figure stepped out, revealing a ferocious and savage smile to him.

A moment of stunned silence caused Ru Yueming to appear directly in front of him, shifting his limbs and muscles, which rippled like flowing water, unleashing a burst of intense power.

Just as the fist was about to strike, a handful of burnt-out ash scattered before Aizen's eyes.

next moment.

The surging heat roared beneath the sky, the moisture in the atmosphere evaporated rapidly, and the temperature seemed to rise without limit.

The scorching flames fell, transforming into a massive pillar of fire that completely enveloped Ru Yueming.

The ruthlessness with which he acted seemed to be mixed with some personal grudges.

"Boy, step back."

The white haori on the mountain body had drifted away to who knows where, and the shihaka was taken off and tied around the waist, revealing a terrifying body covered in scars.

"Next, I will deal with this wicked disciple."

"All things in the universe will turn to ashes."

"Flowing blade like fire!"

The moment the flames ignited, more than a dozen pairs of eyes stared in horror at the sky.

The figure, enveloped in intense heat, resembled a blazing sun, relentlessly scorching everything around it.

Even from several kilometers away, one can still feel the terrifying heat that is hard to bear.

Only now did the Void beings understand why their king was so incredibly strong.

The problem was actually at its root!

With such an outrageous teacher, how could Ruyueming, as a disciple, possibly fall behind?

In Barragán's empty pupils, the flame of his soul flickered gently.

Looking at the mountain's silhouette engulfed in flames, a complex mix of emotions welled up within him.

Barragan recognized Yamamoto the moment he first saw him.

Back then, he could not only confront it head-on, but even suppress it briefly.

But now, a sadly thick barrier has separated the two.

Barragán shook his head, quickly dismissing the idea and replacing it with a new one.

Now that he has already confronted Yamamoto Shigekuni, the Captain-Commander of the Gotei 13, does that mean that he, as an Arrancar, can now take a stroll through the Soul Society?

He really has his eye on that captain of the Eighth Division.

Meanwhile, inside the First Division's office, a strange but pure malice swept over Kyoraku Shunsui, who had been forcibly dragged there as a conscript, and he immediately shivered.

"Weird."

Kyoraku Shunsui tightened his haori and frowned, "What's with this sudden sense of foreboding?"

"Could it be that Junior Brother was killed by Old Man Shan?"

The thought that he might have to serve as captain in the future filled Kyoraku Shunsui with a strong sense of sadness.

Once you become the captain, you can't slack off anymore...

On the other hand, things are really bad for Ru Yueming.

When facing his wicked disciple, Yamamoto showed no mercy, targeting anything that was smoking.

He started with Pine Tree, followed by Fire City, and after a series of control moves, he didn't forget to finish with a Blazing Inferno.

As the Ryujin Jakka descended, a terrifying spiritual pressure, as deep as an abyss, poured into the earth, causing countless jagged cracks to erupt, within which golden-red magma flowed freely.

In an instant, dozens of towering pillars of fire burst into flames and shot straight into the sky, dispelling the night and turning the battlefield into daylight!

The onlookers were shocked once again.

This overwhelming power undoubtedly redefined their understanding of the strong.

Even Aizen was quite surprised.

Despite being frequently beaten by Yamamoto, Akira Kisaragi had experienced similar spiritual pressure in Seireitei more than once.

This is the first time I've observed it from such a close distance.

The intense, violent heat relentlessly assaults the senses, making one feel as if they are in a volcano of lava.

The moisture in the atmosphere is being evaporated rapidly.

In this state, Halibel suddenly realized that she could no longer use moves like Waterfall Break.

Yet it is such a powerful being.

It still couldn't completely suppress the blurred version of Asuka.

Its demonic figure, engulfed in black flames, withstood Yamamoto's ultimate attack, rampaging across the battlefield.

It's like a crazy dump truck.

Wherever they went, scorch marks appeared, and the ground was a mess.

Occasionally, an unlucky soul like Grimmjow would stand in his way, only to have an arm torn off in an instant, and then be burned to ashes by the black flames.

If Yamamoto hadn't come to the rescue in time, Grimmjow would probably have been torn to shreds by Akira Kisaragi on the spot.

Urahara Kisuke, who had been watching from the sidelines, widened his eyes in surprise when he saw this scene.

After the initial shock came intense regret.

I miscalculated; I should have brought a messenger.

If I could capture this scene on camera, I could definitely trade two days of vacation with Ruyueming!

He even came up with a title.

Let's call it "Shocking! Captain-Commander Yamamoto Betrays His Duty to Save a Fallen Hollow!"

Just as he was filled with regret, the golden vertical pupils locked onto Yamamoto once again, and a terrifying spiritual pressure, as if the sky were collapsing, swept wildly across the surroundings.

The surging flames even developed twisted patterns as a result.

The battle between master and disciple has broken out again!

…………

The spiritual world.

When Akira put down his Zanpakuto, he unleashed his full power.

With his Whale-Slaying Fist, Wujie was unable to lift his head and could only barely hold on by relying on his own strength and the special nature of his environment.

Instant coax·one bone!

A powerful demonic spiritual pressure exploded from behind his shoulder bone, like a rocket booster, and his fist slammed heavily into Wujie's head.

With a single shot, the magnificent beauty in Ru Yueming's heart was shattered.

The dark body collapsed, turning into a shadow that merged into the world beneath its feet.

When Wujie was resurrected, what greeted his eyes was that familiar, ferocious smile.

At this moment, he felt like an extra being killed face-to-face in a horror movie, even though he knew that guy so well he couldn't be more familiar with him.

I was still so frightened by his expression that I couldn't breathe properly.

Considering that this guy always throws his sword in battle, and that in recent years he's even kept his Zanpakuto in the First Division.

Wu Jie felt inexplicably angry.

This will be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; if I give it up, I will regret it for the rest of my life.

Thinking of this, a fierce light seemed to emanate from Wujie's eyes, and dark flames burned fervently on his body.

A violent surge of spiritual pressure erupted.

In that instant, the world changed color!

In the pitch-black shadows, a massive pillar of light shot into the sky, chains rubbing together and sparking iron-colored flames that merged into the Boundless Body.

"How could it have come to this..."

Looking at Wujie, who was trying to put up a stubborn resistance, Ruyueming sighed, "You were born from my soul."

“Strictly speaking, our relationship is even closer than that of my adopted son outside.”

"But you, who are my other half, cannot understand this profound love."

"Fine, since that's your idea, I'll play along to the end."

As soon as he finished speaking, a pillar of spiritual pressure suddenly erupted, piercing through the heavens and earth, and surging waves of energy spread out in all directions.

The man and his sword stared at each other, and amidst the deafening roar, they spoke simultaneously:

"Solution—"

"The Realm of Selflessness!"

…………

In the scorching hell, Yamamoto's breathing became much more rapid than when he first arrived, and the wicked disciple, having lost his mind, began to strike without restraint.

If it weren't for his extensive combat experience, he might have already followed in Grimmjow's footsteps.