Chapter 313 Martial Arts Conference

Early morning.

In the small courtyard of the Shinou Spiritual Arts Academy.

At the urging of Chojiro Suzuki, Yamamoto combed his long beard and wiped the sweat on his shiny forehead caused by the fire.

Finally, he changed into the haori given to him by Akira Kisaragi. After years of development and continuous upgrades, Akira Kisaragi's sewing skills have reached the pinnacle.

The haori now is much more exquisite than before.

"Let's go, Chojiro."

Yamamoto said, and left the courtyard with Chojiro Suzuki.

Since his retirement, he moved into the Shinou Spiritual Arts Academy and served as an honorary teacher there, giving public lectures from time to time.

It can be regarded as finding some fun in his leisure life.

To be honest, he still likes this kind of life. While being a role model, he is also very relaxed and comfortable.

The only thing that makes people a little dissatisfied is that-

After so many years, he has not met a disciple as talented as the evil disciple.

It is really a pity.

The two came to a spacious venue. At this time, the audience seats were already full of elite Shinigami, Quincy and Hueco Mundo from various teams.

Seeing different races sitting together harmoniously and looking forward to it, Yamamoto felt confused.

It was as if everything in front of him was just a dream.

The order he had guarded for thousands of years was broken by the evil disciple he cultivated, and finally transformed into something he had never imagined.

However, as far as the scene in front of him was concerned, it seemed that it was not unacceptable if he saw it too much.

"Hehe, teacher, you are here."

Sensing Yamamoto's spiritual pressure, Ru Yueming came to the door to greet him.

Seeing the young man who had not changed much, Yamamoto's eyes were a little dazed. The most correct thing he had done in his life was probably to accept this kid as his disciple.

After coming to his senses, the master and the disciple talked a few boring nonsense, and Yamamoto was arranged to sit in the VIP seat on the high platform.

As time passed, other people also took their places one after another.

Under the expectant gaze of the crowd, Urahara Kisuke came to the center of the venue and concentrated the Kidō in his throat. In an instant, a loud but not harsh voice spread throughout the venue:

"Everyone!"

"The first martial arts tournament organized by the captain of the Gotei 13, the emperor of the Invisible Empire, the current king of Hueco Mundo, the leader of the Zero Division, Master Kisaragi Akira, is now--"

"Officially starting!"

Urahara Kisuke looked at the podium and saw Kisaragi Akira sitting on the platform and nodded at him. He immediately raised his right hand and signaled:

"Please invite the first group of contestants to enter!"

"Captain of the Sixth Division, Tosen Kaname, and Vice Captain of the Ninth Division, Kensei Rokuguruma!"

As soon as the words fell, two figures flashed and instantly appeared in the center of the venue.

"Looking at" the white-haired man opposite, Tosen Kaname smiled kindly and said modestly:

"Kensi, I will not show mercy to you just because of my identity as a colleague."

"After all, this is one of the few opportunities to show my face in front of Lady Kisaragi."

Kensi, with a protagonist's face, put his fists together, making a dull sound of collision, and grinned:

"Don't worry, I'm very strong now!"

"I won't waste too much of your time!"

The trash talk session ended, and with the rise of the ghost barrier and the defensive battle formation, the two were ready for battle.

Without any hesitation, when Urahara Kisuke announced the start of the competition, two violent spiritual pressure light columns rushed straight into the sky, and the wind whistled and stirred.

"Bankai, Iron Fist Cutting Wind!"

"Bankai, Qingchong Final Style·Yanma Cricket!"

The opening was a king bomb, and no one held back, and they directly took out their own trump cards.

After so many years of getting along, even if they can't say that they know each other inside and out, they can be regarded as understanding each other.

Testing is a waste of energy.

Instead of wasting your brains thinking about how to deal with the enemy, it is better to go all out and try to defeat the opponent in the shortest time.

When he was covered by Tosen's spiritual pressure, Kensei lost his five senses, but he did not panic. Instead, he stood calmly and left everything to instinct.

He once asked Kisaragi Akira how to crack Tosen's Bankai when the spiritual pressure was equal.

The answer is instinct.

Since then, Kensei began to observe Kenpachi Zaraki's battle process and followed Kisaragi Akira to learn from time to time.

Someone was happy to see the improvement of the unit of measurement combat power standard.

He immediately taught Kensei all the little tricks he knew.

Therefore, there was an effect.

When Tosen took the lead in attacking, the blade light burst out in the black and purple spiritual pressure and slashed directly at Kensei's joints, but the sound of flesh and blood tearing was not heard.

Bang!

Dong Xian was a little surprised when he "looked" at the metal tracks in front of his blade.

He thought that Kenxi was just talking, but he didn't expect it to be different from before.

Ordinary captain-level death gods can't sense his knife.

After a short stalemate, Kenxi took the lead in counterattacking, and his right fist slammed out like a heavy hammer, and a deafening sonic boom sounded, shaking the entire venue.

The violent airflow collided between the two and expanded in all directions.

The chaotic blade light burst out on the field, reflecting each other's firm and decisive faces, and the sound of tearing burst out in the air.

Kenxi gave everything to his instinct, his fists were like the wind, and even suppressed Dong Xian's offensive for a time, putting himself in the upper hand.

As the saying goes, a fool can defeat a master.

The current scene is the perfect interpretation of this sentence.

However, a certain unit of measurement is not up to the standards of a reckless man, let alone a certain captain, even compared to Zaraki Kenpachi, there is still a big gap.

Dong Xian only fought fiercely with him for a few minutes, and then he discovered his broken buttocks between the swords and lights.

With a backhand, the flying dragon struck the thieves and the sky-shattering thunder cannon was fired, and the blue beam of light plowed through the venue fiercely.

Sensing the approaching danger, Quanxi subconsciously threw a straight punch.

However, his attack only eliminated half of the light pillar, and the remaining light swallowed him directly.

Dongxian struck while the iron was hot and began to launch shots at different angles. For a moment, the venue was like a fireworks display, extremely gorgeous.

Quanxi, who could only rely on instinct to fight, was deceived by this rogue style of play and used all his ultimate moves, but without any benefit.

Finally, the spiritual pressure was exhausted, and Tōsen Kaname, who was close, ended the battle with a punch.

"Captain Dongxian, you did a good job!"

"Punch those six chariots until they fall to their knees and humiliate them severely!"

"Hurry up to the next one, I can't wait!"

Urahara Kisuke glanced at Kensai who fell to the ground with some pity and shook his head.

This unlucky kid was already very strong after Ru Yueming's special training, but he encountered an opponent who could restrain him as soon as he came up.

The title "Unit of Measurement" will probably stay with you for the rest of your life.

"Next game."

"Captain of the Seventh Division, Komamura Zuofen, versus Captain Kenpachi Zaraki, the Captain of the Eleventh Division!"

"Invite both players to enter."

As soon as the words fell, two burly figures appeared on the field, and the violent momentum suddenly spread, causing the audience on the stage to suffocate.

But what followed immediately was fanatical shouting.

Under the guidance of someone's bad habits, the painting style of the Three Realms is gradually running in an uncontrollable direction.

For this kind of battle between strong men, as weaklings, they not only have no fear at all, but are very happy and excited.

Some people even took out binoculars and tried to observe the details of the battle in more detail.

Komamura Zuozhen looked at the ferocious man opposite him solemnly, and subconsciously tightened his grip on the Zanpakutō at his waist.

To be honest, when he learned that his opponent was Zaraki Kenpachi, he almost gave up the competition.

In the end, he came to the venue with his strong will.

In his perception, Zaraki Kenpachi is an out-and-out lunatic and evil ghost, a being who has perfectly inherited Akira Kisaragi's fighting style.

In other words, the two are originally the same type of people.

A few years ago, he was recognized by Ru Yueming and was directly promoted from chief officer to captain.

Coupled with the frequent discussions in private, the Komamura Left Front can be said to have no confidence at all.

However, now that he has already played, he will never give up easily, and he will never let down the person who values ​​him.

Komamura Zuozhen glanced towards the high platform.

Kisaragi Ming nodded slightly to him. Seeing this scene, his confidence doubled, his fighting spirit rose, and even his spiritual pressure became much stronger.

"It seems that you are ready."

Zaraki Kenpachi raised his serrated sword, pointed it straight ahead, and showed a evil smile:

"Let us fight to our heart's content."

Komamura's left formation nodded solemnly, pulled out the Heaven's Punishment, clenched his hands tightly, and the hair on his body stood on end. Then he opened his bloody mouth and was the first to explode:

"Swastika!"

"The Black Rope Heavenly Punishment King!"

The majestic spiritual pressure was like a spring, rushing out with Komamura's left formation as the center, stacking up layer by layer.

Skeleton, flesh, skin, armor.

This is the method of swastika that Master Kisaragi taught him and gave it a nice name.

Susanoo.

Feeling the powerful power coming from the Black Rope Heavenly Punishment King, the confidence of Komamura's left formation regained a little bit.

This time, I will definitely be able to fight it to the end!

"That's what makes it fun!"

Zaraki Kenpachi grinned wildly, raised his serrated sword high, and charged forward with one step.

"Come and fight to your heart's content!"

The huge difference in body shape is like a meteor hitting the earth, bringing a great sense of contrast.

The moment the two blades collided, the aftermath visible to the naked eye spread in circles in the center of the venue, and the storm roared.

There were roars and bursts of smoke and dust.

Feeling the power coming from the blade, Zaraki Kenpachi's smile became more and more crazier. He suddenly raised the serrated sword and slashed forward like a madman.

The continuous blade light formed a dazzling light curtain, covering the sight in an instant.

Komamura's left formation raised his sword to meet the attack. The terrifying blade, which was dozens of meters long, set off a storm and caught up with Zaraki Kenpachi's attack within a short distance.

Countless sparks burst out and the roar was deafening, igniting the atmosphere at the scene to its highest point.

On the high platform, Ru Yueming cheered:

"Well done, Master Koma, attack his bottom lane!"

Yamamoto looked over with a displeased look on his face, this kid started to go crazy again.

As a spectator, he actually reminded the players without authorization, and simply did not take the rules he had set into consideration.

As if he heard Kisaragi Akira's encouragement, Komamura's left formation's spiritual pressure exploded, setting off waves of raging storms. While the power surged, it even knocked Zaraki Kenpachi flying.

The tall figure fell to the ground like a meteorite, creating a huge crater.

The evil ghost climbed up from the dust, a ferocious smile appeared on its ferocious face, and a golden spiritual pressure beam rose into the sky:

"Swallow it, Ye Sha!"

The surging spiritual pressure lingered around Kenpachi Zaraki, condensing into a huge skull, roaring at the black-armored warrior.

Under the cover of light, the serrated long sword turned into a huge blade, and Kenpachi Zaraki carried it on his shoulder like a door panel.

"Hahahaha!"

Accompanied by wild laughter, Kenpachi Zaraki swung his sword and rushed towards Komamura Sajin again.

This attack was more terrifying than before. Just looking directly at the figure wrapped in the spiritual pressure torrent gave people a strong sense of suffocation.

This time, Komamura Sajin could no longer resist Kenpachi Zaraki's attack.

Even though he had a huge advantage in size, he was still beaten back by the opponent, and he didn't even have the strength to fight back.

Relying on Shikai to fight against Bankai, Kenpachi Zaraki's combat power was considered quite powerful even if he looked at the three realms.

Only a few people could compete with him.

What is even more terrifying is that this guy had mastered Bankai long ago under the beating of Kisaragi Akira.

However, I also have a trump card!

The black-armored warrior's eyes glowed red, golden flames ignited in them, and the spiritual pressure surged mightily.

"Broken Armor Rope Clothes!"

With a dull roar like thunder, the armor on the black-armored warrior's body cracked and scattered on the messy ground.

Under the joint research and development of the research team headed by Kisaragi Akira, supplemented by Urahara Kisuke, Kurotsuchi Mayuri, and Sal Apollo, the Broken Armor Rope Clothes with great side effects have been optimized.

Now Komamura Sajin can use this extended Bankai technique with confidence, and he will only lie in bed for a few days afterwards.

It's just a minor injury, what's the big deal!

In this battle, I will never retreat!

Ming Wang, with a ferocious face, stared at the figure in the sky, white air escaped from between his white teeth, he raised the huge machete high, and chopped it down fiercely.

Wherever he passed, the rumbling sound was endless.

The two ferocious blades collided violently in the air, and the visible white waves exploded instantly, turning into circles of ripples that spread out.

At this moment, Kenpachi Zaraki was extremely happy.

He hadn't encountered such a strong opponent for a long time. Others either couldn't beat him, or he couldn't beat him, and they couldn't experience the joy of fighting at all.

"Hahahaha, Komamura!"

"Zaraki!"

The two of them fought violently in the venue like crazy, and with the roaring shouts of the audience outside, the atmosphere of this martial arts meeting was pushed to the climax!

On the other side of the platform, Aizen pushed his glasses gracefully and asked the excited boy beside him:

"Can you tell who has the advantage?"

The boy tilted his head, a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes, and he pondered:

"It should be Mr. Zaraki."

Aizen nodded slightly, with a slight smile on his lips, and continued:

"When it's your turn to play, you must perform well."

"Ichigo..."