Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

A massive beam of light shot into the sky, obliterating all the white clouds piled up above Omotesando and revealing a clear blue sky.

The floor trembled as I took a step forward.

Then, he deliberately threw a punch!

Black and red flames erupted from his shoulders, bursting forth with boundless power like rocket boosters.

The world fell silent the moment the fists and palms collided.

It was as if the pause button had been pressed, but immediately, white waves erupted at the center of the collision, and the clamor and explosions resumed.

boom! !

The ferocious impact of the surging waves spread wildly, and amidst the immense force, a burly figure pierced through the billowing dust like a cannonball.

To the astonishment of onlookers, it crashed violently into the stone pillars, collapsing several in succession and raising clouds of dust.

"That is……"

"A monk?!"

The group looked at each other, and all saw disbelief in each other's eyes.

Chapter 270 Privilege Dogs and Cheat Dogs

The monk emerged from the billowing smoke and dust, no longer as pure as he had been at the beginning.

Bloody gashes appeared on the large, rough palm, the skin and flesh torn apart, the punch had directly broken through its defenses.

Under the pressure of spiritual energy, his ferocious injuries were instantly healed.

The monk looked up at the figure in the sky, his eyes unreadable, his thick beard perfectly concealing his smile.

"As expected of a disciple trained by Chongguo."

"The student surpasses the teacher."

Ru Yueming grinned, revealing a vicious smile:

"Even if you try to pull strings, you're still likely to get beaten up."

"Stop hesitating, let's keep fighting!"

Upon hearing this, the monk paused for a moment, then smiled with satisfaction.

It's good that young people have fighting spirit.

A stagnant world needs more fresh blood like Ruyueming.

He already had a vague idea of ​​what Lord Ling was thinking.

Hopefully, the speculation will be confirmed in the upcoming battles.

Above the sky, muscles as bright as the moon rippled like water, and blazing black and red flames burned fiercely on his body, raising temperatures to Omotesando that ordinary Shinigami could hardly endure.

"Hmm? By imprinting the Ghost Path patterns into one's body, one can use the power of the Ghost Path to enhance physical fitness, and even unleash the destructive power of the corresponding Ghost Path with every move."

"What a crazy idea! Is this also part of Yamamoto Shigekoku's philosophy?"

As an ancient monster who has lived for millions of years, Hyosube Ichibei saw through Kisaragi Akira's current state at a glance.

"Number 90: Black Coffin of the Hakudo, Number 91: Thousand-Handed Heavenly Cannon of the Hakudo, Number 96: One-Sword Cremation of the Hakudo..."

The monk clicked his tongue, "Aren't you worried that if the engraving fails, the demonic path will explode inside your body?"

As they spoke, a raging wind rose from the ground, like lava erupting from the earth's crust. As the scorching heat raged, a black fist broke through the monk's released spiritual pressure and smashed straight into his abdomen.

Bang! !

A heavy impact resounded above Omotesando, and white shockwaves spread in all directions.

This brute-force exchange resulted in a draw between the two sides.

"Ming, don't underestimate this old man."

The monk laughed heartily, "Do you remember what I said before? After becoming a member of the Zero Division, you can use the power of the Soul King to construct a brand new body."

"In terms of physical strength alone, I am second to none in this world!"

Feeling the immense power emanating from his fist, Ru Yueming's face revealed an undisguised sense of exhilaration.

For a long time, no one has been able to compete with him in white-handed fighting.

Even Yamamoto wouldn't do.

Although he invented unique fighting techniques like one bone and two bones, Yamamoto is still a traditional Shinigami, with all his skills revolving around his Zanpakuto.

Even Yamamoto, wielding the Broken Blade, might not be his match, let alone the old man Yama who is unarmed.

Currently, only the number one person in the three realms, the leader of the Zero Squad, Hyosube Ichibei, can rival him in the Hakuda (Hack-a-Dash) field.

Ru Yueming took a deep breath and slowly twisted his wrist, producing a metallic scraping sound, as if an invisible gate had been turned.

The surrounding air, condensed under the spiritual pressure, erupted with a mournful cry of unbearable strain, visibly shattering into pieces.

"Eat me—"

"Titan Dragon blasts up asteroid!"

Countless fist shadows roared and erupted as the two figures engaged in fierce close combat, the deafening explosions echoing wildly across the Omotesando.

Feeling the terrifying impact of the tsunami, the monk's expression was no longer as relaxed as it had been at the beginning.

Although his body was constructed from the power of the Spirit King, it was not much stronger or harder than Yue Ming's.

It's even worse.

Does this kid have more than one power?

Thinking of this, the monk unleashed his spiritual pressure once more, his thick, pillar-like arms bulging with veins, making him appear exceptionally ferocious.

A tangible ray of light condensed in front of the palm.

A gigantic hand expanded infinitely above the dome, instantly covering Ru Yueming's figure.

In comparison, he was as insignificant as an ant.

"Thousand Miles to Heaven Palm!"

The muffled sound was like thunder, and the surging power erupted completely.

Seeing that the other party had become serious, Ru Yueming was also preparing to reveal her own trump card.

Instantaneous Roar - Great Annihilation!

boom! !

At the shoulders, lightning and fire intertwine, weaving together blazing wings that stretch out to their fullest extent while waves of heat surge continuously.

With his arms slightly tilted back, like a bright moon, the corners of his mouth turned up, and wisps of white breath escaped from between his menacing teeth.

Facing the Thousand-Mile Heavenly Palm that swept like a hurricane, he was not afraid at all, and his fists were like cannons, directly punching out.

Double bones!

boom--

A spiritual storm surged into the sky, and brilliant bursts of light spread out like ripples.

Countless spiritual light particles burst forth, instantly shattering the Thousand-Mile Heaven-Piercing Palm!

Destroy everything!

"Well……"

Looking at the cool battle scene with its superb special effects, Senjumaru let out a helpless sigh.

I thought I had narrowly lost, but who would have thought that this kid didn't even use one-tenth of his strength.

Judging from this situation, even if the blood oath seal is broken, they probably still won't be his match.

Senjumaru pursed her red lips, a hint of resentment appearing on her pale face.

Damn it, is there really no chance of turning things around?

Seeing his Thousand-Mile Heaven-Piercing Palm technique shattered by his fists, Hyōjube Ichibei raised his eyes, a hint of excitement in them, and stared intently at the figure in the distance.

How powerful and domineering! How strong and forceful!

Only opponents like these are worth going all out for!

Tree branch-like engravings appeared on the monk's arm, unleashing the full power of the Spirit King contained within the King Key.

The burly, robust body suddenly vanished from its original spot and abruptly reappeared behind Ruyueming. With a wave of his hand, the monk unleashed a chain radiating golden light.

Binding Techniques, Chapter Sixty-Three: Chain Binding!

A million years of life allowed Hyosube Ichibei to reach the pinnacle of all his skills.

It is entirely possible to release high-level Ghost Path techniques with no pre-cast animation.

The chains coiled around Ru Yueming's body like a giant python, but were instantly melted by Shun Hong's wings, turning into spiritual particles and dissipating into the air.

Although it did not cause any damage, it did delay things for a brief moment.

that's enough.

The monk grinned, revealing a triumphant smile, and with his right hand, five fingers clenched together, a huge calligraphy brush appeared out of thin air in his palm.

Young people should experience the taste of failure more often.

The enormous calligraphy brush fell towards the figure in front of it with a horizontal slash.

After being bound by the binding spell, it was too late to dodge the attack.

The air made a tearing sound like cloth being torn, and black ink dots fell like rain.

Strangely, the attack did not cause much damage to Ruyueming, only leaving an ink stain on her outer haori.

"It has ended."

Hyosube Ichibei flicked the huge brush in his hand and laughed, "This is my Zanpakuto, named Ichimonji."

"Its ability is to kill without harming the flesh."