Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

The muscles were intertwined like steel wires, and the massive body began to grow again. The solid floor seemed unable to bear the terrible weight, and several cracks appeared directly.

As Akira gazed at the demonized Shiraki Shinichi before her, she subconsciously recalled a familiar figure.

Hu Yu Lü Di.

Of course, it's only a superficial resemblance.

"The real battle has only just begun."

Shinichi Shiraki let out a low groan, stomped his feet heavily on the ground, and left a series of afterimages in the dojo as he headed straight for Ruyueming's location.

Under the immense spiritual pressure, his body turned slightly black, like steel, and his large, fan-like hands opened again, slapping straight down.

The air vibrated, bursting forth with a piercing, shrill sound; a terrifying destructive force erupted continuously at that moment.

A sinister smile appeared on his face, and Shinichi Shiraki seemed to see the wonderful scene of the boy in front of him being smashed to pieces with a slap.

The sudden burst of incredible speed meant that even before Yueming could react, the opponent was already upon her.

The dark palm suddenly fell, striking his body with perfect accuracy.

The exaggerated body contrast is striking; the enormous hands are even larger than Yueming's head.

An irresistible and terrifying force followed, and after only a moment of stalemate, he was sent flying, traversing most of the dojo, and nearly crashing into the demonic barrier.

Shiraki Zhenyi smiled ferociously.

The materialized spiritual pressure surged and raged, burning fiercely on his body like flames.

"Kid, do you think you can kill me?"

"How naive!"

Before he could finish speaking, his figure vanished from the spot and reappeared behind Ru Yueming.

"The difference in strength between us cannot be bridged by a little talent!"

boom!

A heavy boom echoed through the dojo.

Shinichi Shiraki was stunned. He looked down and saw a very thin hand burning with purple flames that had forcefully blocked his attack.

An incomprehensible scene unfolded.

Even though he didn't unleash his Zanpakuto or chant any Kido incantations, the opponent still managed to unleash an attack that resembled Kido.

Outside the Demon Path barrier, Ushōda Hachigen stared intently at the boy in the dojo, diligently using his knowledge of Demon Path to analyze the situation.

"Exquisite, absolutely exquisite."

"The Crimson Fire Cannon and the Azure Fire Drop perfectly combine two similar types of demonic arts. Even Lord Tessai Tsukihime couldn't do it, but Kisaragi-san actually accomplished it."

"What incredible talent in the art of demonic arts!"

He muttered to himself, "No wonder Lord Tessai Tsukasa was so friendly to him. If such a talent doesn't join the Kido Clan, it will be a regret for the entire Soul Society..."

Just as he finished speaking, a wisp of white lightning wrapped around Ru Yueming's legs, tearing his trousers apart while simultaneously activating his muscles.

He looked up at Shinichi Shiraki, who was much taller than him, grinned, and a domineering aggression burst forth from his calm eyes.

His originally kind smile turned ruthless at that moment.

"When did you generate...?"

Amidst cheerful laughter, Ru Yueming unleashed a powerful attack, his body taut like a tightly strung bowstring, his hands clenched, unleashing a thunderous roar.

"You think I can't beat you?"

Amidst stunned and shocked stares, the boy, engulfed in flames, threw a powerful punch!

Genryu - Hand-gesturing!

Bang! !

The loud bang struck Shinichi Shiraki's abdomen, unleashing an irresistible and terrifying force that sent him flying backwards this time.

Just like a baseball being hit by a baseball bat, he was instantly sent flying from one end of the dojo to the other, traversing the entire dojo.

Then it crashed hard into the demonic barrier, instantly creating ripples.

When that monstrous body slid down from the barrier, the Grim Reaper and the students in the stands felt their scalps tingle and their mouths go dry.

The fear and oppression they felt when Shinichi Shiraki first appeared have transformed into awe for that burning young man.

They couldn't understand how that slightly thin body could unleash such terrifying power.

What's even more incomprehensible is how Akira could ignore such a huge difference in spiritual pressure and forcefully crush a powerful vice-captain level Shinigami.

Where did this monster come from?

Shinichi Shiraki struggled to his feet, his convulsing abdomen covered in blood, the large area of ​​collapse looking particularly gruesome and terrifying.

Not only the spectators outside the venue, but even the victim himself didn't understand.

Shinichi Shiraki now strongly suspects that a Hollow is hiding beneath the other party's skin.

He had lived for hundreds of years, and this was the first time he had ever heard of a Grim Reaper attacking someone by spontaneous combustion.

“It’s true that people cannot be judged by their appearance.”

Shinichi Shiraki straightened up and stared intently at the boy in front of him with slightly narrowed eyes.

Just as he was about to continue speaking, his pupils suddenly contracted, his right hand clenched into a fist, and he instinctively punched forward.

In an instant, the burning figure traversed dozens of meters and appeared directly in front of Shinichi Shiraki, just like the moon.

A deafening roar followed.

Countless fist shadows erupted continuously in the dojo, howling and overlapping each other, making it impossible for most spectators to keep up with the overlapping fist shadows.

As if the moonlight had no limit, Ru Yueming wildly threw punches amidst maniacal laughter, mercilessly striking his opponent.

You can't experience this kind of joy when fighting against Yamamoto.

The vast difference in skill between the two meant that Ru Yueming was often the one who could only be beaten.

In contrast, Shinichi Shiraki, although possessing greater spiritual pressure, has only average spiritual strength and is utterly outmatched in terms of skill.

More importantly, his main fighting style relies entirely on bare-knuckle fighting.

Such a suitable opponent is hard to come by.

Shinichi Shiraki's expression changed several times, from calm to shock, then to fear, and finally to terror.

When he tried to beg for mercy, he was overwhelmed by the force of the punches coming his way.

Despite his seemingly frail body, he was like a perpetual motion machine, tirelessly unleashing a barrage of attacks.

Punch.

Beneath the purple flames, the moon-like muscles and fascia trembled, squeezing out every bit of power from the body, finally converging into a line that burst forth between the suddenly tightening five fingers, transforming into the most powerful strike of the entire battle.

Elemental Flow - Bombardment!

The fist fell, crushing the fist the size of a clay pot, and slammed directly into Shinichi Shiraki's chest.

A dull, heavy thud came from his massive, imposing body. He stared blankly at Ru Yueming before him, his lips moving but no sound escaping his lips.

Shinichi Shiraki's bones groaned, and the spiritual pressure surrounding him showed signs of dissipating.

The intense heat raged through his body, extinguishing Shinichi Shiraki's life force with overwhelming force.

Amidst countless stunned and numb gazes, that monstrous body—

Falling down!

The boy in the center of the dojo had a slight smile on his lips. His pale face was stained with specks of blood, making him look like a demon who had stepped out of hell...

I should be able to write two more chapters during the day.

Chapter 91 The Seireitei is not just about fighting and killing, but also about human relationships and social interactions.

In the silence, blood gushed forth.

It made the graduating students and the Grim Reapers realize the reality and cruelty of the world.

At the same time, it also made them remember a name deeply.

As bright as the moon!

From now on, no matter which squad he joins, he will be the most watched figure.

Shinichi Shiraki collapsed to the ground, his狰狞 face now contorted in a grotesque expression. Gone was the ease and confidence he had shown before; only indescribable fear and pleading remained on his face.

But no one responded.

Under the watchful eyes of countless people, the boy, who resembled a demon, raised his hands and waved them lightly towards the stands.

Upon seeing this, Yamamoto felt a sense of foreboding.

Before he could even speak to stop them, a voice suddenly came from the temple.

"I am the Grand Master of the Rebellious Bone Shrine, in charge of exorcism, consecration, blessing, prayer, communicating with the gods, selling amulets, and other related services."

"Dear future colleagues, please feel free to come anytime if you need anything..."

Aizen sighed helplessly, rubbing his forehead; he knew something unexpected would happen.

This guy actually dared to openly advertise his own shrine in front of everyone. After the assessment, he'll probably get skinned alive by Captain-Commander Yamamoto.

On the high platform, Yamamoto's forehead veins bulged, and wisps of scorching heat lingered around him.

If it weren't for Ukitake, who was chuckling beside him, pulling him back in time, the boy in the dojo would probably have already been hit with a gilded jacket.

"You brat, once this assessment is over, I will..."

The sudden surge of killing intent made Ru Yueming feel as if he had fallen into a volcano, surrounded by intense heat that seemed to be roasting him into a dried-up human form.

Without having time to say anything more, he glanced at Yamamoto, who was about to burst into flames, and then leaped away from the dojo.

Back at the preparation table, Ru Yueming sat up straight with his hands on his thighs, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him.

Aizen glanced at him and said with a hint of regret: