Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

Seeing the two locked in a stalemate, Aizen was about to offer a word of advice when he noticed that Akira suddenly chuckled:

"I understand."

"Since I can't kill you completely, it means my power is not enough."

"Actually, the solution is quite simple."

Upon hearing his words, Yhwach felt a strong sense of unease, as if the world's malice was deliberately targeting him.

Under Aizen's curious gaze, Ruyueming's spiritual pressure suddenly rose again.

It's like a short person who is usually 1.65 meters tall suddenly growing into a big, silly person who is 1.85 meters tall.

This directly resulted in a significant leap in average height.

Although his appearance hasn't changed much, he still has white hair and red eyes, with a sinister grin on his face.

But that oppressive feeling, like the world itself, was spreading outwards relentlessly.

Under Yhwach's gaze, countless spiritual particles gathered toward the moon.

This is not some kind of manipulative force, but rather the spontaneous behavior of the spirit particles, which is both bizarre and terrifying.

"I'll just increase my strength a bit more."

A righteous smile appeared on Ru Yueming's face. He spread his arms, his heart pounding wildly like a mechanical pump, and a violent fighting spirit surged forth. His gushing blood, like molten lava, throbbed between his veins and flowed fervently.

His whole being seemed like a blazing sun, radiating terrifying heat outwards.

"The ultimate realm!"

"Whale Killing Fist!"

Under Yhwach's horrified gaze, a simple, unadorned basic attack blasted straight toward his face.

At this moment, heaven and earth fell silent!

The moment the fist struck, the world fell into deathly silence, and everything turned into snow-white ash.

Bang! !

A terrifying power poured into Yhwach's body like a floodgate being opened, causing countless veins to bulge on his surface, making him look ferocious and horrifying.

Just like before, Yhwach's body exploded again, and the blood mist spread and expanded, staining the sky.

"Self-empowerment!"

As if venting his deepest anger, Yhwach's voice was much louder than before.

Countless blood mists instantly gathered together, once again coalescing into a complete body.

He opened his mouth to mock Ru Yueming's overestimation of his abilities, asking what the difference was between this unskilled straight punch and the previous move.

However, before he could speak, Yhwach sensed the decline in his own power.

It was not a weakening of spiritual pressure, nor a manipulation of spiritual particles, but rather a depletion of omniscience, omnipotence, and the power of the Spirit King.

"No, that's impossible!"

Yhwach's ugly face was filled with astonishment. At this moment, he finally recalled the fear of being dominated by death.

They originally planned to use attrition tactics, waiting for Ruyue Ming to exhaust his strength before launching a counterattack and securing victory.

But right now, he might have already died tragically under those iron fists before he could even fully exhaust the opponent's strength.

"Hmph, nothing is impossible for me."

Ru Yueming took a deep breath, spread his arms, and his indestructible body emitted the sound of a bowstring tightening. Then, with a sinister laugh, he threw a series of punches.

Countless fist shadows intertwined in the sky, causing space to continuously collapse.

If one had to pinpoint the difference between now and before, it would be that, under the blessing of the world's will, he now possesses an additional layer of sealed attributes.

Yhwach's power was not completely lost, but rather gradually sealed away by the sealing power.

When his power is completely gone, that will be the time of his final fate.

As he felt his power dwindling, Yhwach's mind gradually crumbled, fear creeping onto his face and contorting his features.

"No!"

Yhwach let out a defiant roar, his spiritual pressure began to surge, surge, and surge wildly, and black, sticky liquid writhed wildly on his body.

The attrition tactic is no longer feasible.

A desperate fight is not out of the question.

He must not fall in this place; victory will surely be his in the end.

A massive pillar of light enveloped the vast Spirit King Palace, plunging everything into utter darkness, as if all the light in the world had been stripped away.

The Cross Blade of Annihilation coalesced in his palm, finally gathering all the darkness onto the blade.

With his remaining omniscience and omnipotence, Yhwach imbued his power into it, wielding his swords in both hands and slashing forward like Kenpachi Zaraki.

"Well done!"

It's no fun fighting a punching bag that offers no resistance; the charm of combat lies in a full-on confrontation.

"Magnetic field rotation, one million horsepower!"

"Boundless Explosive Fist!"

At this point, what you shout is no longer important; what matters is the all-out outburst.

All the power was concentrated into one, and finally, with the help of extraordinary wisdom and unparalleled physical body, it was blasted out!

The strongest blade clashed with the hardest fist.

The world seemed to stop turning, time stood still, the two people's movements froze, and even their expressions were solidified.

The next moment, extreme light and heat erupted under the dark sky, like one blazing sun after another, melting away the darkness.

Yhwach's expression suddenly froze, and countless cracks appeared on his body, with a crimson color like lava surging within them.

boom! ! !

A deafening explosion resounded throughout the Spirit King's Palace, and a dazzling mushroom cloud lit up the sky, like a solar flare.

The endless light and heat raged forth, obliterating multiple Lingfan Lidian and crushing them into countless tiny dust particles.

Ashes spread!

Yhwach's consciousness was engulfed by darkness, and his omniscience and omnipotence ceased to function, unable to restore his body, which had exploded into a bloody mist.

Until the very end, a blood-red eye stared intently at Ru Yueming's figure, as if trying to etch his image deeply into its mind.

I... will not die!

As long as fear and despair exist in this world, I will have a day of resurrection.

People will give up everything, including their soul, in order to reject fear!

As bright as the moon, when we meet again, I will tear you to shreds!

"Whoosh, it's over."

Looking at the grand scene before him and the completely silent Yhwach, Ruyueming let out a breath, the tension on his face disappearing, replaced by an unprecedented sense of ease.

In the future, there is a possibility that the old man of the mountain will be killed, a major factor in the destruction of the world will be eliminated, and the fate of all people will be rewritten because of him.

So, what should we do next?

And what about the Spirit King?

Spirit King...

As Yueming became alert, he suddenly realized that this old man had apparently tricked more than just one Yhwach.

It seems that I have become part of his plan as well.

This guy has already been devoured by Yhwach, so how can he possibly solve the problems of Hell?

hiss……

The model worker of the three realms is actually myself?!

Just as he was doubting his own extraordinary wisdom, Aizen appeared beside him in a flash, observing the ever-expanding blood mist.

I casually added a spirit particle barrier.

While he might not have been able to defeat Yhwach in life, he could easily dominate him after his death.

"Sousuke, what's next?"

As Yueming pondered, "Should we rebuild a large interior and stuff Yhwach inside?"

Aizen shook his head and explained:

"Industry specializing in surgery."

"Let's leave this kind of thing to the professionals."

"Ichibei, Hyoshubu."

Aizen's voice seemed to possess some indescribable magic. As his words fell, the spirits outside the Spirit King's Palace swarmed in, instantly coalescing into a burly figure.

The surrounding blackness blended in, giving him a corresponding charm.

As the spiritual pressure erupted, the burly figure gradually regained his composure, his eyes turning from red to black, and a kind smile appeared on his rugged face.

"Hey, thank you, Lord Aizen."

Hyosube Ichibei floated in the air, looking at the shattered and nearly completely leveled Rei-o Palace, and said with a sigh:

"What a brutal battle."

"Thanks to Ming, otherwise the Three Realms would have become Yhwach's private property."

He approached the two, drew his Zanpakuto Ichimonji from the darkness, and then twisted his burly body, splashing sticky ink from the tip of the brush to form a huge "敛" (lian) character.

Yhwach's power flowed along the ink, permeating the lettering and transforming into a jet-black sphere.

Through the outer spiritual pressure, one can clearly perceive Yhwach's full power.

If his consciousness hadn't been completely shattered, Yhwach could have instantly revived and become the biggest scourge in the three realms once again.

Hyosube Ichibei chanted ancient incantations as he wielded his brush, his spiritual pressure transforming into ink that seeped into the shattered Spirit King Palace.