Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

"Otherwise, it would be impossible to end this."

“Binding spell number ninety-nine is not enough to imprison him.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the huge stone monument standing on the battlefield began to tremble, as if some enormous creature below had awakened.

Yamamoto let out a heavy sigh, gripped the Broken Blade tightly, and instantly moved to the stone tablet, his expression becoming more serious.

He suddenly plunged the blade into the sand, the charred blade melting the surrounding gravel.

"Corpses, the ashes of the dead scattered in my flames."

"Give me a hand, and I'll grant you the pleasure of battle for now!"

"Broken Blade - South - Fire Burial Formation for Ten Trillions of Deaths!"

Blazing flames burst forth from the shattered and obliterated sand, revealing countless fissures from which grotesque and ferocious skeletons crawled, instantly transforming everything before them into a hellish landscape.

I had intended to utterly destroy my wicked disciple, but at the last minute I felt a little reluctant.

Although this brat is a bit stupid, he's not a bad person at heart. Even though he owns the entire Hueco Mundo, he hasn't developed any wolfish ambitions.

Compared to some villains who try to destroy the three realms at the drop of a hat, she is as pure as a white lotus flower.

Let's take it slow and see.

Hopefully, this brat can master the Void Transformation before I'm exhausted.

Yamamoto thought so.

When Ru Yueming tore off the bindings that bound him and reappeared on the battlefield, he was greeted by an endless army of immortals.

The air was thick with murky spiritual pressure and scorching heat. The corpses walked across the battlefield, which was filled with flowing lava, and launched a fearless attack on the evil spirits in front of them.

…………

boom! !

One man and one sword abandoned skill, returning to the realm of beasts, letting instinct control his body.

Sever the shadow with bones, wash away the ink with blood.

The combat was pure and unadulterated close-quarters fighting. Every collision produced a deafening roar, and the aftershocks created a massive shadow like a tidal wave.

Scorching flames, deafening thunder.

Like a tireless machine, each punch from Ruyue Ming could completely shatter one of Wujie's head, spine, cervical vertebrae, or heart.

However, in the realm of the mind, the power of a Zanpakuto is virtually limitless.

Each time it is broken, it will restore itself in a very short time.

This ability is even more outrageous and shameless than the complete destruction of Muno Hana.

Furthermore, with the activation of his Bankai, his combat power surpasses that of the vast majority of people.

Even so, she was still no match for Ruyueming, who was in the same position.

There was not the slightest chance to resist.

Watching Ruyue Ming's white hair dance wildly and her fists create countless afterimages, Wujie felt an urge to curse.

He was led astray by this guy.

At the very beginning, both sides were slashing at each other with swords, using a variety of sword techniques, and the fight was evenly matched.

But the moment someone threw away their knife, the fight took a different turn.

He was drawn into the rhythm by Akira, abandoning his Zanpakuto and fighting with his fists instead.

By the time Wujie realized this, it was too late.

The roars of Euler and Muda echoed throughout the vast and boundless world of the mind, and the violent impact spread wildly, turning the entire world upside down.

Soon, Wujie realized he had fallen into a trap.

This despicable guy led him astray, and then he defeated him with his wealth of experience.

"That's more like it!"

Ru Yueming grinned and said, "True romance for men lies in the brutality of blows."

A deafening roar erupted as the fist crashed down, the heavens and earth groaning under the immense pressure, and turbulent waves surged forth.

Faced with this attack, Wujie couldn't even muster the thought of resisting.

He allowed himself to instantly collapse, turning into a patch of shadow and merging into the sea of ​​shadows below.

In no time, he was reborn once again.

Unlike before, the black patterns on Wujie's body have changed slightly, with some tree-like markings added.

Soon, the two sides resumed their fight.

The deafening explosions rose and fell, like a fleeting sun spreading outwards with a storm of solar flares.

After a brief exchange, Ru Yueming regained the upper hand.

However, when he tried to smash Wujie's head again.

Sudden changes occur.

The black torrent erupted from the Boundless as its center, and his left hand, with its five fingers spread, pressed down directly towards Ruyueming.

In the center of that palm, tree-like patterns split open, and an eye grew out, its pupil writhing, as if a heavy pressure, like the collapse of the sky, descended with a deafening roar.

At this moment, the world stood still!

The movement of the wind, the creeping shadows, the impact of the explosion, the spread of the aftershocks...

Even Ru Yueming's movements were stopped.

It was as if the pause button had been pressed, and everything in my mental world froze.

Except for the boundless.

The black figure walked up to Ruyueming and drew his ink-black Zanpakuto from the shadows beneath his feet.

Looking at the person before him, Wujie's face revealed a hint of pleasure and triumph:

"Ming, did you see that?"

"Your unstoppable punches don't seem to have brought you the final victory."

He raised his Zanpakuto, attempting to end the battle, but at that moment, Mukai suddenly noticed a slight smile appearing on Ruyueming's lips.

Anxiety instantly swept over my entire body!

"Boundless, you're too narrow-minded!"

His tendons and bones shifted, his muscles flowed like water, the black lines seemed to come alive, and his white hair danced wildly behind his head.

At this moment, Ru Yueming broke through the power of "stillness".

"How can a mere bit of eye-controlling power compare to a body forged through countless trials?"

Ru Yueming grinned maliciously, wisps of white breath seeping from between his teeth. He spread his right hand, pulling at the bursting wind, and then instantly snapped it shut.

A deafening roar followed.

"Watch well and study hard."

"This move is called—"

"Nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand horses - the realm of selflessness!"

It sounded like a heavenly drum exploding.

The moment the heavy punch landed, the whole world trembled!

…………

Under the crimson sky.

As Yamamoto looked at the tireless Asuka, waves of exhaustion washed over him.

We've used every means at our disposal.

Even the Firefire Ten Trillion Death Burial Formation couldn't stop its advance. Left with no other choice, Yamamoto had to charge in again with his sword, starting a battle between master and disciple.

But when his attack faltered for a moment, something unexpected happened!

Centered on the bright moon, a pillar of spiritual pressure burst forth, its aftershocks radiating outwards over a radius of thousands of kilometers.

Yamamoto, who was on the opposite side, was under immense pressure that was unimaginable to ordinary people.

Just when he thought he was about to face another fierce attack, the spreading beam of light suddenly stopped.

Everything is calm.

A pair of familiar eyes appeared before him; the bone mask shattered, and a reassuring, gentle smile appeared on Ruyueming's face.

"Teacher, I'm back..."

Chapter 263 Imperial Talents

"Is this your ethereal form, kid?"

Yamamoto stared at Ruyue Ming, whose appearance hadn't changed much, a hint of suspicion flashing in his eyes.

It was a rather ordinary mask, with nothing special about it except for some patterns.

He now seriously doubts that his disciple's claim of mastering the Void is merely an excuse, and that his true purpose is to overthrow the Heavenly Gang.

Take this opportunity to find out his background, and when the right opportunity arises, directly overthrow him and seize the position of Captain-Commander of the Gotei 13.

Yamamoto narrowed his eyes.

If that's the case...

That would be great!

I have waited far too long for this day.

"Isn't he handsome enough?"