Chapter 108 Play, Play Hard!

"who?!"

Fuchikami turned his head suddenly, searching nervously for the source of the sound.

"You're such a funny guy."

"You broke into my house and asked me who I am. Didn't you investigate clearly before doing something bad?"

The creaking sound of the rollers turning was especially clear in the empty room.

Under Fuchikami's gaze, a streak of flawless white broke into the darkness. Her simple research clothes set off her dust-free beauty. The woman calmly came to the center of the room, with a teasing smile on her pale cheeks.

"Let me think about what day it is today. So many little mice broke into the team building."

"Shutra Senjumaru..."

When Fuchikami saw the appearance of the visitor, he immediately recognized his identity and accurately named him.

"I advise you to mind your own business. This is not something you, a researcher, can interfere with at will!"

Facing Shutara Senjumaru, who was about to be promoted to the Zero Division, Fuchikami not only showed no fear at all, but also spoke unreasonably and confidently.

He didn't take the other party seriously at all.

If Ru Yueming saw this scene, she would definitely praise the other party fiercely.

I haven't seen such a brave warrior for a long time.

How many lives do you have, how dare you talk to a crazy woman like this?

However, in Fuchikanou's perception, Shutara Senjumaru was just a researcher in the 12th Division, and had not even served as the captain.

Fortunately, he developed the Death Overlord Suit, an invention that could affect the Soul Society, and gained the qualification to be promoted to Division Zero.

But in terms of strength, even a hundred Senjumaru are not worthy of carrying his shoes!

This is the confidence of the strong!

"If you are looked down upon like this, that guy Hikifune will definitely make fun of me when he comes back."

Senjumaru covered his mouth and chuckled, "For my dignity, your resistance must be fiercer!"

"Otherwise, I will be very distressed..."

The moment he finished speaking, the hair on Yuan Shang's hair stood up. An unspeakable coldness hit him from all directions, instantly blocking all evasive directions.

In the darkness, colorful colors abound, depicting an extremely gorgeous world of silk and satin.

There was no time to dodge, a trace of determination flashed across Fuchikami's face, and at the moment when his left hand was placed in front of him, he loudly chanted the ghost spell:

"The Fifty-eight of the Broken Dao, Khotan Lan!"

Endless gusts of wind suddenly burst out from the palm of your hand, sweeping through the entire room and roaring forward with devastating force.

It was like countless extremely sharp blades intersecting, and the sound of gold and iron interlacing could even be heard in the air.

The cloth fell, swallowed and torn by the strong wind, and countless gorgeous cloth strips poured down like a torrential rain, quickly filling the entire room, making people feel as if they were in a fairy tale world.

"Is this all a trick?"

After defeating the opponent's attack with one shot, Fuchikami became more and more confident.

In his view, researchers are researchers and can never be rivals of combatants.

"It's really distressing. I seem to have been underestimated..."

Senjumaru frowned slightly, the golden arm behind him made a rattling sound, and a slender sewing needle appeared on his fingertips and was gently twisted.

"You have to show some real strength."

However, the only person who responded to her was a disdainful sneer from Fuchshang Man.

As the captain of the seventh team, his task is usually to protect the most important inner court in the Seireitei. Therefore, he is stronger than the average Shinigami captain.

Not to mention a mere researcher, even other Death God captains would not dare to easily claim to defeat him.

Fuchikami stepped forward fiercely, causing cracks in the solid ground to burst, and his whole body turned into a loose arrow and instantly approached Senjumaru.

"Death to you who stand in the way!"

He raised the Zanpakuto high in the air, and the blazing spiritual pressure shone on the blade, tearing the air instantly and slashing towards Senjumaru's smooth forehead.

The sudden attack was difficult for people to react to.

However, the moment the blade fell, Fuchikami was shocked to find that the beautiful woman in front of him not only did not panic at all, but instead had a contemptuous smile on her lips.

It was as if he expressed his disdain for everything in front of him.

Fuchikami was furious, and his spiritual pressure became a little stronger. The materialized light was extremely dazzling, violent malice burst out from the blade, and the air let out an overwhelming whine.

when! !

The oscillating sound of metal and iron echoed in the empty and silent room, causing Fuchikami to be stunned again. There was an incomprehensible expression in his eyes, and he looked at the weapon against his blade in disbelief.

A long, thin needle!

"What's this?!"

Fuchikami roared angrily, and his spiritual pressure surged out like burning green flames, illuminating the entire room with a gloomy atmosphere, giving people a sense of uneasiness.

"Of course it's my Zanpakutō."

Senjumaru laughed happily, "How about it? It's very unique, isn't it?"

"Such a small thing is actually a Zanpakutō?"

Fuchikami couldn't understand it, but he didn't stop because of this, and his offensive became even more fierce.

Countless slashes turned into violent wind and rain, completely submerging Senjumaru in front of him in an instant.

The matter has come to this, and there is no way out.

There is no other way but to kill the other party.

Before searching this area, he had already used a ghost barrier to cover it, which could temporarily isolate the spiritual pressure and sounds from it.

As long as this hateful woman is killed before the barrier collapses, everything will be fine.

By then he will also be the superior captain of the seventh division.

However, Fuchikami was shocked to find that no matter how fierce his attack was, and his slashes were as dense as rain, he still couldn't hurt the opponent at all.

Even when he exploded with all his spiritual pressure, the expression of Senjumaru in front of him remained calm, as if he was not affected by the slightest breeze.

This woman is terrifyingly strong!

Fuchikami didn't dare to delay any longer, and immediately let out a roar, and the burning green spiritual pressure turned into a huge beam of light and rose into the sky.

Sparks flew from the blade, and a sharp and high-pitched sound erupted at the moment when gold and iron intertwined, completely tearing the silence in the research room apart.

"Swastika!"

Yuan Shangnan's eyes were bloodshot, giving people a ferocious and terrifying feeling.

"Forest of Hate!"

The moment the words fell, a dark green color spread under his feet, and the spiritual pressure turned into countless seeds that took root and sprouted in the air, filling the scattered cloth.

In an instant, countless vines with ferocious spikes spread out and filled the entire room. Then, under Senjumaru's surprised gaze, they forcefully cracked and tore open the walls of the research room.

Everywhere you look, everything turns into a forest realm.

The vines intertwined and turned into huge trees. Under the moonlight, shadows fell all over the sky. A huge sense of oppression followed, giving people an unconcealable feeling of suffocation.

Stepping on the vines and feeling the familiar environment, Fuchigami took a deep breath, as if he was enjoying the fresh air brought by the forest field, his expression was particularly intoxicating.

"It's nice of you to let me use Swastika."

"Sure enough, those who can be promoted to Division Zero are not as weak as they appear on the surface."

"But unfortunately, your fate will end here."

"Stalk and kill!"

Fuchikami raised his right hand, facing forward, and suddenly closed his fingers.

next moment.

Countless spiked vines shot up from the ground and instantly covered Senjumaru's body, which was caught off guard. The spikes sank into his body and violently burst out with power.

That beautiful figure was torn into pieces in an instant!

Colorful rags were scattered, and there seemed to be another drizzle of silk and satin in the sky, which was extremely gorgeous.

Fuchikami couldn't understand the scene in front of him, and his face was full of astonishment.

"Has it been discovered?"

A soft and elegant voice came from the darkness nearby.

Yuan Shangnan followed the sound and saw an elegant woman with pale skin walking slowly towards him under the moonlight holding a red umbrella.

"Shutra..."

The corners of Senjumaru's mouth were slightly raised, and his playful smile never changed from beginning to end, as if he was enjoying a wonderful drama.

"That's a puppet that I worked hard to sew. It took a long time."

"Your Excellency Yuan Shang, you should feel honored."

After figuring out the situation, Fuchigami found out that he was being toyed with. He immediately burst out in anger and his violent aura was revealed. He immediately shouted that Senjumaru should pay the price for this:

"Fall into the realm of the Forest of Hate, and death will be your final destination!"

"I will tear you into pieces bit by bit and let you experience the most painful way to die!"

Facing the threat, the joking smile on Senjumaru's pale face became more and more obvious. His bright red lips drew a beautiful arc, and a soft voice sounded among the squirming vines:

"Aren't you curious..."

"Why didn't it cause any commotion in the 12th Division after launching the swastika?"

"A mere ghost barrier cannot cover up such a level of movement..."

The moment he finished speaking, Fuchikami seemed to have thought of something, and his expression suddenly stiffened.

And when he saw the scene outside the Forest of Hate, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his face was filled with an expression of disbelief.

In shock, he even forgot to breathe instinctively.

In the direction of the end of his gaze, outside the forest where countless vines intertwined, the air was inexplicably distorted, forming layers of ripples, just like pebbles falling into a calm lake, creating ripples in circles.

Light and elegant satin hangs from the sky, and bright colors outline the lines, depicting lifelike pictures.

"What's this……"

The man's throat was dry and his voice was extremely hoarse.

Although he guessed the truth, he didn't want to believe it.

When the truth was placed in front of him, it was as if the shell of his previous arrogance and anger had been shattered, and he felt a painful suffocation among the fluttering silk fabrics.

What followed was the intense uneasiness.

Even if Fuchikami exploded with spiritual pressure and even ignited his own spiritual pressure like a flame, the panic in his heart could not be alleviated at all, and even became more intense.

Seeing how miserable the other party was, Senjumaru's interest suddenly dropped by half.

Compared with the boy who resisted and struggled to the end last time, the so-called captain of the seventh team in front of him was really inferior to the extreme.

When the fear reached its limit, the tight string in Fuchigami's heart suddenly broke. His eyes were red, and he controlled the forest of hatred to strangle, trying to tear the white figure in front of him into pieces.

But no matter how he attacks, he can't touch the opponent.

Even if it's just a trace of clothes rippling in the wind.

The swastika that he was so proud of was as brittle as a child's toy in front of the other party.

Silks and silk fabrics fell from the sky and turned into a devastating torrent, instantly shattering the forest of hatred and completely submerging the man standing in the middle.

…………

at the same time.

Soul extraction room.

Two figures were fighting fiercely.

Sparks splashed between the blades, dispersing the darkness in the room, and the clear sound of gold and iron shattered the silence, like thunder.

"Too weak, too weak!"

Someone was laughing wildly, trying his best to mock, "Is that all you have, Soyousuke!"

"You're slacking off!"

"You can't waste too much of my time now!"

Veins sprouted on Aizen's forehead. He wanted to burst out all his spiritual pressure several times, and then stabbed the kid in front of him twice.

It was obviously just acting, but this guy showed no restraint at all when he started to attack.

The blade fell with great force.

The attack was as fierce as a dump truck going crazy.

Although Aizen boasts that his talent is pretty good, compared to a guy like Akira Kisaragi who turns fighting into instinct, it is somewhat difficult.

In other words, he is not a genius in this area.

"The Fourth Way of Binding: This Rope!"

In the darkness, the light cord burst out, like a poisonous snake that found its prey, and instantly approached Ru Yueming's side, and then suddenly wrapped around his body.

But the next moment.

Boom!

Ruyue Ming laughed ferociously, and his powerful spiritual power exploded, directly breaking the light rope wrapped around him into pieces.

Seeing this scene, Aizen's eyes twitched. With his rich imagination, he already dared not think about what Kisaragi Akira would look like in a few years or even decades.

Youth version of Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni?

However, at this moment, Aizen suddenly looked out the window, and he noticed the restlessness of spiritual pressure and chaotic sounds outside.

Others were exposed.

"Ming, destroy this place."

"no problem."

Ru Yueming made an OK gesture at him, "Twenty-one of the Binding Dao: Red Smoke Escape."

A large amount of crimson smoke instantly filled the soul extraction room, covering everything from the first floor to the second floor.

Aizen stepped to the window in an instant, the moment his spiritual pressure defense was deployed.

The sizzling electric arc was restless, and the red flames and blue flames lit up in red.

boom! !

The scorching flames exploded violently, and the solid and thick roof instantly flew into the sky, the walls collapsed, and countless dust rolled up in the blazing heat, forming a huge mushroom cloud.

The deafening roar stopped the footsteps of the members of the 12th Division who came to help. They looked at the scene in the distance in horror and swallowed subconsciously.

this moment.

They saw the sun in the middle of the night.

At the same time as the flames broke out, a black shadow rushed out from it, and disappeared at the end of the darkness under the cover of the night.

Thanks to the middle-aged fat nerd for the big reward, thank you very much!

ps: The timeline of the Death God is relatively vague, especially before the Hollow Incident. The time for the captains of the Masked Army to take office was set back a little later.

pps: The current Senjumaru is not as strong as during the bloody battle, because he does not have the power of the Soul King, but he is still much stronger than the average captain.

Finally, I wish all book lovers a Happy New Year!