Chapter 227 We Are Lumberjacks

The materialized spiritual pressure exploded violently, and the wind whistled and swept.

The air became sticky and heavy under the stirring of the spiritual pressure of the two.

The bloodthirsty audience cheered unbearably.

"Great, great!"

"It's the Shikai, which even the seat official may not master!"

"A rare battle of geniuses!"

In the dazzling light of spiritual pressure, the blade in Rangiku's hand instantly shattered, turning into countless black dust, filling the arena like mist.

At the moment of its release.

A dazzling white light flashed by, and the air was filled with high temperature caused by high-speed friction.

Swoosh——

There was no respite, until the sharp blade was about to touch Rangiku, the sound of the sword came late.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, the blade light violently pierced Rangiku's body.

Bang!

The explosion sounded.

Surprisingly, Rangiku's body exploded, turning into countless black dust and blending into the air.

"Today's geniuses are getting more and more exaggerated."

Kyoraku moved his body, posed in a comfortable posture, and commented seriously: "They mastered the Shikai right after graduation, and they are weirdly strong."

"Even I can't judge the specific abilities of the two."

Kisaragi Akira smiled, did not talk, but watched the performance of the two seriously.

To be honest, both Rangiku and Gin's strength exceeded his expectations.

Originally thought that the green fruit would take several years or even decades to grow, but unexpectedly, it has developed to such a point in the blink of an eye.

In the original work, Rangiku was deprived of the Soul King fingertips in her soul due to someone's violent operation, which greatly reduced her potential and once fell to the level of an ordinary vice-captain.

Even because of the incomplete soul, she was unable to master Bankai for a time.

But now it's different.

Rangiku's soul is complete, and her spiritual pressure is strong and her martial virtue is abundant.

With a gray cat Shikai, she immediately released countless dust, directly covering the entire dojo.

Correspondingly, the ability has also changed a little bit.

At the moment when his chest was exploded by the divine spear, Ru Yueming captured the flow trajectory of the spiritual pressure in the dust.

It was like a dust man who had eaten the dust fruit.

Rangiku merged with the dust in the air and teleported directly behind Ichimaru Gin.

The fine dust condensed into a sharp blade and chopped down at the figure in front without saying anything.

However, this must-win attack was the moment when Ichimaru Gin looked back.

The effort failed at the last moment.

The silver blade light burst out and collided with the tip of the sword of the dust sword.

The aftermath burst out, and the surging spiritual pressure hit the surrounding ghost barrier wantonly, making it make a tooth-grinding crunching sound.

Ru Yueming's eyes lit up.

Gin is still that Gin, a genius among geniuses.

Whether it is the angle of attack or the control of strength and speed, it is perfect.

Even from beginning to end, the situation is under his control.

Even if his whole body is covered with dust, he can still calmly make the most correct judgment.

What should you do to deal with the attack of a large-scale AOE player?

Pretend to fail, reveal your flaws, look for the opponent's opportunity to attack, and kill with one blow!

However, his plan was ruthlessly seen through by Rangiku. When the divine spear shot over, she had turned into dust again and appeared on her right side in an instant.

Although Rangiku's combat talent is not as good as some monsters, it is also remarkable.

After a few short collisions, she found a way to crack the divine spear.

As a Zanpakutō that can only extend and shorten, the biggest disadvantage of the divine spear is that it cannot turn.

Once there is a player who can react to shells, the disadvantage will be revealed.

"The battle is very intense."

Kyoraku Shunsui touched his stubbled chin, as if he suddenly thought of something, turned his head and looked at Ru Yueming, grinning:

"By the way, junior brother, who do you think is better this time?"

"I think Miss Rangiku has a better chance of winning."

"Just being able to change positions in the dust at will is already invincible."

He sighed, "To be honest, I can't think of how she can lose."

"Unless Miss Rangiku is willing to give up the first place reward and voluntarily admit defeat."

Hearing this, Ru Yueming showed a weird smile:

"Do you want to gamble again?"

"What to bet on?"

"The loser will wash the socks of the old man and the winner for a year!"

"?"

Kyoraku Shunsui seriously suspected that there was an inside story in this martial arts assessment.

Such a fierce bet can be said.

Just as he was hesitating, Ru Yueming glanced at him and sneered with disdain:

"Brother Jingle, are you afraid?"

"Junior brother, I can guarantee with one arm of the old man Shan that there is absolutely no inside story in this battle."

Jingle Chunshui: "..."

What's the matter with not wanting to gamble suddenly?

If you kid speaks a human word, he might be tempted.

After a lot of entanglement, I saw that Ichimaru Gin on the stage fell into a slump, his injuries increased, and blood stained the school uniform of the Spiritual Art Academy.

The defeat is already revealed.

If you miss this village, you will miss this shop.

Whether asking Ru Yueming to wash his socks for himself or for Yamamoto, it is a huge temptation that people can't resist.

Hiss!

Betting!

"What are you betting?"

Jingle Chunshui glanced at Ru Yueming and asked.

But someone smiled confidently and made a decision directly:

"Both sides suffer."

Jingraku Shunshui seriously suspected that his junior brother was brain-damaged by Old Man Shan. Otherwise, how could he say such outrageous things?

In the current situation, Matsumoto Rangiku clearly has the upper hand.

She used kiting tactics to continuously leave injuries on Ichimaru Gin's body. Over time, even if it bleeds, it will drain away...

etc!

what is that? !

From beginning to end, Ichimaru Gin remained absolutely calm.

After roughly judging Rangiku's ability, he thought about how to deal with it.

Since the magic gun is restrained by the opponent, use other attack methods.

For example, Ghost Road!

"The Thirty-three of the Broken Paths: Blue Fire Falling!"

Under countless unintelligible sights, Ichimaru Gin held the ground with one hand and poured all the scorching explosive flames emitting high temperature into the cracks on the ground.

The next moment, an earth-shattering explosion sounded.

Countless explosive flames raged in the dust, instantly covering the entire competition stage.

Even the ghost barrier let out an overwhelmed whine.

The members of the ghost community immediately stepped forward to stabilize the crumbling barrier.

"The future life is terrible."

Jingraku Shunsui sighed, "With the help of the magic gun's extension, ghost path patterns were laid out on the messy ground."

"Finally, use the Blue Fire Pendant to light up the ghost path patterns and end the game."

"It's not a bad loss..."

Kisaragi Ming suddenly appeared on the competition stage that was gradually calming down. Because of their mutual fighting style, both of them were knocked to the ground, unable to fight anymore.

Looking at the familiar figure that suddenly appeared, Rangiku showed an unwilling expression.

She could have won, but due to a moment of underestimation, the result was a draw.

Looking at the lost girl, Ru Yueming stretched out her hand, rubbed the soft orange hair, and grinned:

"Don't be discouraged, your performance is already impressive."

After saying that, he looked at Ichimaru Gin and asked:

"Have you decided which division to go to?"

"Team 11!" the young man replied without thinking.

Hearing this, Matsumoto Rangiku opened his eyes wide and said quickly:

"Hey, I came first!"

"Ming, I also want to join Team 11!"

Kyōraku Shunsui covered his face at the judges' table, he knew it would develop to this point.

With the rise of Akira Kisaragi in the Seireitei, more and more geniuses began to aspire to join the 11th Division.

If things go on like this, someone is probably going to replace Old Man Yama and form a new Gotei Thirteen Team.

Regarding the choice between the two, Ru Yueming laughed proudly:

"Jie Jie, welcome to join the big family of unity and friendship!"

…………

First team team building.

Chōjiro looked at Kyōraku Shunsui who was sitting in the corridor, scrubbing his socks, and a happy smile appeared on his weathered face.

It can be said that he grew up watching Kyōraku Shunsui.

As a younger generation, I finally know how to respect my elders. Although it is a little late, it is still like a prodigal son who can never exchange for gold.

Genryusai-sama’s teachings to the Peking Band leader were not in vain.

"Changjiro."

Yamamoto's voice came from the room, and Takube hurriedly walked in holding the documents.

"Lord Genryuzai, this is all the information about the Quincy brought from the Great Spirit Book Corridor."

Yamamoto held the brush and wrote very seriously.

After the last stroke was made, he slowly asked:

"What do you think about Quincy?"

Chojiro thought for a moment and said seriously:

"The Quincy is different from the Shinigami. The souls they kill will disappear completely. This goes against the cycle of souls between the three realms."

"If this continues for a long time, it will definitely push the world to hell."

Things about hell are no longer a secret.

The top management of Team 13 is very aware of this threat from the future.

Compared with the invisible empire hidden in the realm of shadow, the dangers of hell are obviously more serious.

"Such an existence is tantamount to unstable explosives for the Three Realms, which may detonate at any time."

Jiro Chojiro looked worried: "For the sake of the world, and for the sake of all Shinigami and humans, Quincy should not exist in this world."

Yamamoto glanced at Sparrow with some surprise.

He didn't expect that this old man who had served him for thousands of years would have such radical ideas.

But after thinking about it, it seems that this is a reasonable idea.

After hundreds of years of racial war with the Quincy, it is normal for the Sparrows to be more wary of the Quincy.

"If, I say if."

Yamamoto put down his tea cup and said seriously: "Is there anyone who can restrain the Quincy?"

Hearing this, Quebu frowned.

He subconsciously recalled the tragic war hundreds of years ago.

The Quincy at that time, under the command of Yhwach, caused great damage to Soul Society, and countless Shinigami died in the war.

For such a group of people, the only one who can restrain them may be the Quincy King, Yhwach.

But isn't Yhwach's goal to destroy the world? How could he restrain his Quincy?

Chojiro was lost in thought.

Seeing this, Yamamoto shook his head and said nothing more.

It's not that he doesn't trust Quebu, it's just that the fewer people who know about the evildoers, the better.

The dignified captain of the 11th Division, the most orthodox Death God, suddenly transformed into a Quincy of the Invisible Empire.

Such a thing is really hard to believe.

Even though Yamamoto was used to seeing someone's outrageous actions, he was still so shocked by this incident that he couldn't eat roasted sweet potatoes for several days.

Until now, I have reluctantly accepted this fact.

In the final analysis, it is difficult to change inherent concepts.

That’s all.

Instead of worrying about these things, it is better to believe that the villain can do something good.

Compared to Ru Yueming, a fool who is trying to be attentive for nothing seems a bit useless.

"Old man Shan, where are you hanging your socks?"

Kyōraku Shunsui walked into the room carrying soaked socks.

Yamamoto glared at him angrily, and casually pulled out the Blade Ruohuo from under the stove.

Spiritual pressure poured in, and the flames rose.

In just a few seconds, the socks were completely dry.

Jingraku Shunsui: "..."

The reason why someone throws away the knife and starts fighting at every turn was found, and it turns out that it is the same.

…………

"Your punches are not fast enough, let alone hard enough!"

Akira Kisaragi, who returned to Soul Society to play for a while, returned to his loyal Invisible Empire.

As the chief martial arts instructor, his most important task is to train these basic Quincy soldiers.

"How many times have I told you that the spirit child is something external to the body!"

Ruyue Ming said loudly, "What should I do if one day I encounter an enemy who can stop the spirit son? Do I have to surrender without mercy?"

"Or give up resistance and let others slaughter you?"

"How can a mere spirit child compare to our hard-tempered bodies?"

"Practice, keep practicing!"

After a period of training, not only the grassroots soldiers came to receive instruction, but also some defeated members of the Star Cross Knights.

Among them, Ru Yueming is more pleasing to the eye, and there are only a few people.

But Penida often comes here to hang out when he has something to do.

He didn't make any trouble, just stood aside quietly, waiting for Ru Yueming's lecture to end.

Maybe it's because of personality, or maybe someone has unique experience in dealing with the "Hand" species.

Penida loved being around Kisaragi.

Even if it's just some nutritious nonsense.

After all, this is the only being who can communicate with him without any obstacles.

After briefly teaching some self-made white fighting styles, Akira Kisaragi left time for the Quincy.

He came to Penida's side.

After rummaging in his pocket for a moment, Ruyue Ming took out a steaming roasted sweet potato and handed it to Penida.

"Gu..."

Penida made an unintelligible sound.

Since the birth of consciousness, he has never left the Invisible Empire and does not understand many things in the outside world.

"Legendary luminous cuisine, a rare delicacy in the world."

Kisaragi Ming praised Yamamoto's cooking skills to the point that they are unique in the world.

After a moment of silence, Penida cooed again.

He didn't want to eat it. It was better to leave such precious food to his only friend.

Kisaragi Ming frowned.

This kid is a little too kind.

It was completely different from the Penida he remembered.

besides……

Where did you get this stupid energy from?