Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

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"Broken Dao No. 90: Black Coffin."

Twisted lines appeared around Aizen, and the surging black currents stretched out like stacked Rubik's Cubes, instantly sealing him inside.

A violent burst of spiritual pressure erupted, forming a gravitational current that seemed to distort spacetime, bursting forth from inside the long coffin and producing a muffled explosion.

Ten seconds later, the black coffin disappeared, revealing Aizen's figure.

She was still completely unharmed, just as she had been when she first appeared, without even a single wrinkle on the hem of her clothes.

Seeing this, Aizen frowned deeply, a sense of unease growing in his heart like a seed buried in the soil.

Without any hesitation, he raised his Zanpakuto and instantly rushed in front of Aizen, swinging the sword down directly.

Since the Ghost Path is ineffective, let's try melee combat.

There is no omnipotent person in this world. Since we are human, we must have flaws.

Seeing that his opponent had changed his attack method, Aizen's eyes flashed with interest. He casually conjured a spirit blade and went straight to meet the attack.

In the blink of an eye, the two sides exchanged dozens of blows.

As Aizen fought, he became increasingly alarmed. His opponent was like an unfathomable ocean; no matter how much power he unleashed, he couldn't cause even the slightest ripple.

The only saving grace was that the immense power seemed to have clouded his judgment.

Underestimating your opponent will be the key to your defeat!

The blades clashed, producing a resounding clang and sparks flying.

Both sides retreated simultaneously, and a visible shockwave erupted at the center, tearing the ruins apart once more.

Aizen stood still, his sword hanging down, tip pointing straight at the ground, calmly gazing ahead, and said softly:

"It's time to end it."

"You will pay the price for underestimating your opponent."

He raised his right hand, and a blue-purple light brewed at his fingertips. A beam of light, like a flash, pierced through the azure sky and rushed straight toward Aizen.

However, this seemingly inevitable strike was blocked by a spirit blade, whose light burst forth, slicing a smooth crack in the beam of light.

Seeing the other person's astonished expression, Aizen's lips curled into a slight smile:

"When did you begin to think I was being misled by a mirage?"

In the main story, Aizen's mindset is currently compromised due to the fusion with the Hogyoku.

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Aizen's pupils contracted, and he instantly activated Shunpo, disappearing from his spot and creating distance between himself and his opponent once again.

I thought the other side would become careless when they had the upper hand, but I didn't expect them to be so cautious.

Although it's unclear how he actually cracked the Kyoka Suigetsu, for Parallel Aizen himself, cracking this ability wouldn't have been difficult.

Aizen glanced at the wary look on the person in front of him and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Sure enough, someone's quirky sense of humor is commendable; watching oneself suffer misfortune is indeed a delightful thing.

"You've been attacking the whole time, now it's my turn."

Aizen raised his finger, and a blue-purple serrated light gathered at his fingertip, instantly forming a sphere that emitted a terrifying pressure that distorted space.

If the spiritual pressure blast released by Aizen earlier was a normal Cero, then what Aizen is releasing now is—

Wang Xu’s flash!

The ruins trembled, dust billowed, and a beam of light swept across the azure sky, straight ahead with a breathtaking force, utterly destroying all obstacles in its path.

Aizen's gaze darkened, and he chanted a low Kido incantation:

"Hado No. 81: Severing the Void".

A defensive binding spell strong enough to withstand spells below number 89, an indestructible transparent barrier descended from the sky, transforming into a solid city wall standing in front.

The collision erupted, and then streams of light filled the sky and scattered in all directions.

Amidst the deafening roar of the explosion, Aizen, whom the Shinigami captains considered the number one enemy of Soul Society, was directly engulfed by blue-purple light.

Its constructed barrier, which broke apart under the impact of the aftershocks, crumbled and snapped in half.

Parallel Aizen's spiritual pressure subsided and completely disappeared from everyone's perception.

Yamamoto looked in the direction of the battle with a puzzled expression.

"Is this the end?"

Ruyue Ming grinned: "Look at what you're saying, that's Sousuke, how can it be solved so easily?"

"Besides, the battle ended too quickly; you, as the commander-in-chief, lost face, didn't you?"

Yamamoto remained silent.

Although this guy healed his injuries, he also gave people a strange sense of reassurance.

But Yamamoto always felt that something was wrong, so he remained wary of him.

Also, the concept of parallel worlds that this guy talks about is somewhat fantastical, making it really hard to believe.

Just as Yamamoto was beginning to suspect Ruyue's motives, a roasted sweet potato emitting a sweet aroma was suddenly offered to him.

Yamamoto was taken aback and looked the man up and down, wondering where this guy had pulled out the roasted sweet potato.

As Ru Yueming chewed on a sweet potato, she said in a casual tone:

"You shouldn't worry about things like that."

"This is Sousuke's battle, just leave it to him."

On a whim, Yamamoto subconsciously reached out, and before he knew it, he had the roasted sweet potato in his hand.

His face immediately darkened.

While everyone else was injured or bedridden, he, as the captain, was here eating roasted sweet potatoes with a stranger.

What a disgrace! What a disgrace!

Yamamoto was about to throw the sweet potato on the ground, but when he looked up, he saw Ruyueming's sincere and unpretentious gaze.

Then, her heart softened, and she put the sweet potato to her mouth.

and many more!

Why does this sweet potato taste so familiar?!

Yamamoto opened his eyes wide and subconsciously looked at someone.

Asuka Akira grinned and said, "That's right, this is the masterpiece of Yamamoto Shigekuni, the Roasted Sweet Potato Immortal from our world."

"how is the taste?"

Yamamoto chewed a few dry bites, unsure how to respond.

His feelings at that moment were extremely complicated.

For no apparent reason, I suddenly had an urgent urge to know about Ruyueming's past.

"Young man, can you tell me..."

Yamamoto swallowed the sweet potato, his gaze fixed intently on the person before him.

"Your past?"

Ru Yueming paused for a moment, then a smile appeared on her lips:

"I can't ask for it."

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The void was completely shattered, and Parallel Aizen suffered an unprecedented blow.

As the ashes and billowing smoke gradually dissipated in the swirling wind.

Amidst the shattered ruins, a gaunt figure slowly rose to his feet. The outer layer of white material peeled away continuously, and a cracking sound came from his face.

It's like glass that's been hit by a stone.

Countless heavy spiritual pressures rose from within Parallel Aizen's body, swirling around him.

"I see."

His face appeared amidst the fragments, still the same familiar look, only the expressions were different.

"I now understand your power."

"I never imagined that I, from another world, would have completely fused with the Hogyoku."

His tone was filled with emotion, and a hint of longing appeared in Aizen's eyes as he calmly said:

"Fortunately, the Hogyoku has fully accepted me."

"Now, we're even."

As soon as the words were spoken, the fragments peeled off the face, revealing that the whites of the eyes had turned pure black, and golden pupils had emerged within them.

With a slight upturn of his lips, Aizen's face revealed a confident smile.

On the cross-shaped crack on his chest, the Hogyoku emitted a blue-purple glow, striving to push him towards a higher level of evolution.

He was initially a little confused, but when a real-life example was placed in front of him, he saw the road ahead clearly.

Aizen nodded slightly, temporarily acknowledging the other party's intelligence.

All I can say is that he truly lives up to his reputation as someone from another world.

Even in the face of near-unsolvable suppression, it can still transform that pressure into the driving force for evolution and put it into practice.

The current parallel Aizen has reached the limit of his own soul.

This is what is known as the limit of death, just one step away from becoming a transcendent.

Aizen held his Zanpakuto and casually swung it, a crescent-shaped blue-purple sword pressure flashing past in an instant, followed by a deafening roar.