Chapter 238 The Master and Disciple Who Have No Martial Ethics

"Will you win?"

Kuraton asked nervously while chewing the large honeydew melon that Suzube brought to entertain the guests.

Suzube Chojiro glanced at the self-familiar Kuraton and vaguely saw the shadow of Ru Yueming on it.

To be honest, as a large hollow, although it has become an Arrancar, shouldn't it be afraid when it comes to the Soul Society full of death gods?

Aren't you afraid that the death gods will attack you in groups?

Or has someone's meme virus completely infected the large hollow named Kuraton?

Although he had ten thousand thoughts in his mind, Suzube adhered to the principle of gentlemanliness and calmly answered Kuraton's question.

"You will lose."

"Don't look at Lord Yamamoto's old age, but that's just appearance."

"You have to learn to see the essence of things through appearances. Lord Yamamoto just standing there gives people a feeling of aggression, like a scorching sun hanging in the sky."

"Although Captain Kisaragi is very strong, he is still a thousand or a hundred years too early to defeat Lord Yamamoto."

Thinking of the speed of Kisaragi Akira's rise, Suzuki Chojiro swallowed back the words he had said halfway.

In another thousand years, someone might have to go to the Soul King Palace to chop the Soul King.

Lord Yamamoto is indeed a little stronger, but he is still the strongest god of death, powerful in all directions.

On the other hand, Kisaragi Akira.

Oh, there is a knife instead of fists, can this be considered a god of death?

Just when the man and the mouse were arguing, the two had already arrived at the dojo that had been rebuilt countless times, like the ship of Theseus.

The two sides stared at each other from a distance, with powerful auras lingering and colliding, stirring up air currents visible to the naked eye.

Yamamoto observed Ru Yueming on the opposite side and found that this kid was a little different from usual.

"As expected of the king!"

Cangtun made an excited voice, "Just looking at his standing posture, he feels invincible."

"Strong and powerful teeth!"

"Blow up that old man's head!"

Yamamoto turned his head suddenly, staring at a large Jakaria hamster with a pair of blood-red eyes filled with strong murderous aura.

Cangtun was so scared that he couldn't even hold the melon in his hand.

He almost forgot that this white-bearded old man was also a ruthless person.

Fortunately, Yamamoto didn't care too much. In his eyes, it was normal for pets to follow their owners.

Given that the evil disciple's brain was full of muscles, his pet must not be very smart.

He didn't have to compete with a fool.

When the two's momentum reached its peak, under Yamamoto's gaze, Ru Yueming slowly drew out his Zanpakutō.

Yamamoto nodded slightly and also drew his sword with his backhand.

This time was a teaching level, not a life-and-death fight.

It was somewhat inconsistent with his teachings to start with a burst of clothes and punches.

Without any hesitation, when the sound of the sword rang out, Ru Yueming had disappeared on the spot.

A flexible figure instantly rushed in front of Yamamoto, and from top to bottom, a cassock slash fell, and even the sound of cloth tearing was heard in the air.

Suzuki Chojiro and Kuratum stood on the viewing platform outside the dojo, with a ghost barrier in front of them for protection.

When he saw Ru Yueming's agile slash, he frowned.

Sure enough, after three days of not seeing, you should look at him with new eyes.

The moves were completely different from before, and even the most essential things had changed.

The way of moving just now should be the flying sickle kick, right?

Suzube knew some inside information, but he didn't expect that Ru Yueming would be so bold and use the Quincy's moves in teaching.

Isn't he afraid that Lord Yamamoto will be furious and kill this unfilial disciple with one sword?

Oh, I almost forgot.

Lord Yamamoto might not be able to kill this little monster.

Facing the powerful slash with a fighting spirit, Yamamoto raised his sword to block without hesitation.

The blades collided, and the deafening excitement spread, but was instantly covered and controlled by the spiritual pressure of both sides.

The result of the aftermath destroying the dojo was avoided.

This teaching level has just begun, and it is not time to destroy everything.

The intersection of blade light gave Yamamoto an illusion.

He seemed to have returned to three thousand years ago, when he had just made a vow to become the strongest in Soul Society.

At that time, he encountered the first strong enemy in his life.

A great swordsman from the noble district, the opponent's mastery of kendo was far superior to his.

Every time the slashing technique changed, it almost killed him completely.

The power transmitted from the blade was so heavy that it felt like it was fighting against a mountain.

How could this kid become so strong? !

Yamamoto frowned and tried to use his latest kendo moves to temporarily force the evil disciple back in exchange for a brief respite.

But Ru Yueming was like a prophet, and he used the death sword flow inherited from Mao No Hana Retsu to the fullest, instantly blocking all his dead angles for evasion, and even drew his sword forward, directly to the right shoulder.

Dang!

Another blade collision.

Sparks flew and loud noises burst out.

Yamamoto was surprised to find that the huge impact force transmitted from the blade made him feel that he couldn't hold the flow blade.

Compared with before, Ru Yueming's slashing power was stronger.

Clearly, he didn't use too much spiritual pressure, but this power was so strong that it made people's scalp numb.

"Great, the King is invincible!"

As a Gakaria hamster, the hamster couldn't understand the two's moves, but it didn't prevent it from figuring out who was now in the upper hand.

Quebu was shocked.

From his perspective, Yamamoto has been completely suppressed. Although his swordsmanship is superb, he has few opponents in the Soul Society.

But it happened that his swordsmanship skills could not be brought into full play.

As if Ming Ruyue knew exactly where his advantage lay, he saw the opportunity and let the blades in their hands collide.

The repeated intersections have caused Yamamoto's slashing techniques to continue to deform, so much so that now he cannot even form a systematic sword move.

too exaggerated.

This guy's power is a bit too strong, right?

when!

Another clash of blades.

Yamamoto was exhausted and took a step back.

The moment he raised his head, he happened to see the expression of a certain evildoer who was smiling but not smiling, as if he was joking.

In an instant, he was furious.

Yamamoto instantly burst out with powerful spiritual pressure. The moment he stepped forward, the flames wrapped the blade and slashed towards Kisaragi Akira.

In the firelight, the old body looked like a god.

Kisaragi Ming opened his eyes wide and tried to use his spiritual pressure to counter it, but his reaction was ultimately half a beat too slow.

Gan, this old man has no moral ethics!

boom!

The blades collided again, and the terrifying impact turned into a tornado of flames that roared out, swallowing up Ruyue Ming, who had a ferocious face and looked like an evil ghost.

A body covered in flames flew backwards and hit the ghost barrier hard, causing circles of transparent ripples.

"Old man Shan, you have fallen!"

"You can also use this kind of dirty trick."

Ruyue Ming shook off the flames on his body and shouted dissatisfied.

Yamamoto's face turned red, but he quickly returned to normal. He coughed twice and said with a majestic look:

“That’s part of teaching.”

"As a god of death, you must remain vigilant to the outside world at all times."

"Just like the battle just now, if I was pretended by someone else, it would be more than just an injury."

Ru Yueming narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the arrogant old man Shan.

There is a saying that the person who pretends to be an old man in front of him without being discovered by him is not yet born.

The old man clearly didn't want to lose, so he became angry.

"Forget it, let's come to the next one."

Ruyue Ming patted the ashes on his body, revealing his strong and perfect body, and grinned.

"Teacher, you know me."

"It was just an appetizer, now it's the main meal."

Yamamoto's eyes twitched.

Almost forgot.

The combat effectiveness of the evildoer when his clothes are exposed is at least twice that of wearing clothes.

"Ahem, don't rush yet."

Yamamoto changed the subject, "I have a question, why was your swordsmanship getting stronger every time just now?"

Ruyue Ming grinned:

"Have you ever heard of the Holy Text?"

Under Yamamoto's curious gaze, Akira Kisaragi explained to him the basic abilities of the holy character W.

To put it simply, he added the power of the holy text to the Zanpakutō.

Although I still don't understand the principle, fighting against Kisaragi who has gained the power of the world is tantamount to fighting against the world.

"Different from those flashy Knights of the Star and Cross."

Ruyue Ming crossed his arms and said with a proud look on his face: "My captain's main skill is to suppress with a panel. It's so powerful that bricks can fly!"

Yamamoto was shocked.

The evil disciple was already incredibly strong, and in the end, he also obtained the power of the Holy Words exclusive to the Quincy. Is there any royal method for this?

If this trend continues, should he retire tomorrow?

When he thought of the evil disciples' daily disobedience, Yamamoto couldn't help but feel intense worry in his heart.

Do we really have to be reduced to selling roasted sweet potatoes on the street?

Yamamoto shook his head violently. He stayed with someone for too long and almost became assimilated.

No matter how outrageous this kid is, he is not so unfilial.

"I understand."

Yamamoto nodded and said, "This holy text is a special ability similar to the Zanpakuto Swastika. It turns out that you kid cheated first."

Ruyue Ming smiled, but did not deny this.

Seeing this, Yamamoto threw the Ryuken Wakahu in his hand, and the blade sank into the wall nearby.

"Today's test is about basic skills."

"So, let's do it again without using other abilities."

"Let me see if you have neglected your daily practice."

Kisaragi Akira's eyes lit up, and he imitated Yamamoto's example, skillfully throwing knives, spreading his arms, his bones made a popping sound, and his muscles moved, giving the illusion of heat rising.

The evil ghost's ferocious smile then appeared, staring ferociously ahead:

"Teacher, have you ever been defeated?"

…………

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the earth, and a lonely figure walked out of the first team building. The sunlight fell on his shoulders and reflected on the white feather fabric with the word "一" written on it.

"Not only did he fail to explode the gold coins, but he also had gold coins exploded by Old Man Shan."

"Life..."

Ruyue Ming sighed helplessly and walked dejectedly on the way home, recalling the hand-to-hand close combat just now in his mind.

Your uncle is still your uncle.

In terms of skills alone, even if the level of Bai Da has reached 100, he is still mercilessly ravaged by Yamamoto, with absolutely no power to fight back.

That is to say, he just managed to regain the situation by relying on his rough skin and thick flesh.

Not only that, even Hamsuke was forcibly detained in the first team by Yamamoto on the grounds of obstructing the order of Soul Society.

What's more, the old man Shan was worried that someone would run naked and affect the appearance of the city of Seireitei, so he forcibly put his haori on Ru Yueming.

This also caused the eyes of the Shinigami to be full of weirdness when they looked at him.

Wrapping the haori on his body, Ru Yueming walked helplessly on the street, heading towards his loyal 11th Division.

When he passed through an alley, he suddenly cast his eyes to the northwest.

A white figure appeared in the shadows.

The long black hair was braided and fell in front of him. The wide captain's haori and the death suit covered his body, and a gentle smile like the sun appeared on his delicate face.

Unohana Retsu, who hadn't seen him for many days.

Seeing the person he had been thinking about day and night, Unohana Retsu's face did not show too many strange emotions, and he still looked gentle.

She approached and smiled, "I just went to the First Division and reported on the recent work. I heard from Captain Yamamoto about your fight with him."

"This is the first time I've heard him evaluate someone like this."

As she spoke, Unohana Retsu slowly approached, as if ready to stand with Ru Yueming.

"It just so happens that my current work is over."

"Why don't we..."

When she came to Ru Yueming, she found that the other party's expression was a little weird. He wanted to laugh but forced himself to hold it back, giving people an indescribable feeling.

"Ru Yue, are you hurt?"

Unohana Retsu asked in confusion, his attitude was still gentle.

"I just suddenly remembered something happy."

Ru Yueming grinned, revealing his white teeth, and his smile was a little creepy.

Unohana Retsu was puzzled: "What happy thing?"

"Of course..."

The tyrannical spiritual pressure suddenly erupted, and the black torrent appeared on the left and right of Ru Yueming without any warning, instantly swallowing up both figures.

"You can let go and fight!"

Ghost Road Pattern·Black Coffin!

Heavy lines intertwined, turning into countless sharp blades rushing out from the inside, wantonly cutting Unohana Retsu's body, as if to tear it into pieces.

Boom! !

The blood-colored sword pressure burst out, instantly tearing open the black coffin, and a slightly embarrassed figure rushed out from it and flashed to the roof on the side.

"Ming, what are you doing?!"

Unohana Retsu's face was full of astonishment, as if he had been betrayed by his closest person, and an expression of despair and pain appeared on his delicate face.

"To be honest, your name is quite disgusting."

Ru Yueming sighed and moved his body, with spiritual pressure lingering around:

"I am not familiar with you, you should call me Captain Ru Yue or Lord Gong Si."

"Also, there is another question."

"Where did you hide my dear sister Lie?"

As soon as these words came out, the expression of Unohana Lie on the roof suddenly changed, and his frown slowly relaxed:

"I look exactly like Unohana Lie Mingming."

"But, Ming, your resolute look really makes people very sad..."