Death: Then stood in the sky.

"So, what do you think of my suggestion?"

Nekori looked at him, narrowing her eyes slightly as she asked.

"Should we stop here?"

"Won't anyone stop me from becoming the captain of the 10th Division?"

Seiji swung his Zanpakuto, carving a deep ravine: "Now that things have come to this, do you really think I'm so angry because you stopped me from becoming the captain of the 10th Division?"

“Hey, Captain Nekoma.”

"I'm asking you, didn't I already say that at the very beginning?"

"Move aside, don't block the way—"

Aoshi stared intently at Kurenai, "You were involved too, weren't you?"

Nekori's eyes immediately darkened.

Has it been noticed?

What are those idiots good for? They can't even do this simple thing right!

Also, isn't Ukitake Seiji a bit too scary?

He originally thought that Ukitake Seiji's spiritual pressure was all fake, that it was a kind of drug that faked his strength, and that was why he was completely suppressed by Komamura Sajin during the captain's assessment and could not fight back.

That's why he stepped in to help, to slow down Ukitake Seiji's support for Nel.

But unexpectedly, he fell headfirst into this huge pit and was about to be unable to climb out.

"I understand."

Nekoma gave the man carrying the knife who was walking towards her a deep look, forced a smile, and said in a hoarse voice, "I will not attack you again, nor will I have any designs on that Arrancar named Nel beside you."

"How is it?"

"Shouldn't you be satisfied with this answer?"

"Just let me leave here, and I promise everything will be as you wish."

"After all, you don't want to fight me to the death, right?"

Nekomaru's gaze towards Seiji Ukitake was filled with sincerity, a look that seemed to pierce through the air.

He didn't want to fight anymore.

Komamura Sajin, Tosen Kaname, and himself—three against one—would be no match, let alone now that those two idiots have fallen, leaving only himself.

Moreover, my own physical condition is not optimistic.

Although she survived thanks to the flesh-enhancing drugs and body modifications, the depletion of her physical strength and spiritual pressure was real.

Looking at the other side, Ukitake Seiji's physical strength and spiritual pressure were simply astonishing.

After fiercely fighting three captains and defeating two of them, there was still no sign of him running out of spiritual pressure!

"Satisfied?"

"What are you saying, Captain Nekoma?"

Qing Si stopped about ten meters away, raised his knife and pointed it at him: "Since we've fought to this extent, let's settle this once and for all."

"Kill me."

"Or, I'll kill you."

Sensing that Nel's spiritual pressure had not weakened, Seiji decided to completely eliminate Nekomaru.

This guy is really too dangerous.

Because Necrophos is an uncontrollable madman, and no one knows what terrible things he might do.

Apologize?

Stop?

If it were someone else, it might be more credible.

But with Nekorea, believing in him would be tantamount to courting death.

Because he will do it again sooner or later, but by then, Necrolyte will have more backup plans.

That's the kind of person he is.

“I really don’t trust you, Captain Nekoma.”

"So let's wait until after you're dead to say that."

As the words fell, Nekori's face darkened further, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

So you refuse to accept my good intentions and compromises?

Do you really think you have no other preparations?

Indeed, this guy was as strong as a monster, so strong that I didn't even have the thought of fighting back, and I even felt fear and wanted to escape from here.

However, no matter how monstrous a monster is, it has its weaknesses.

Because in this world, from the very beginning, there has never been anything perfect.

Death is the same.

For example, Komamura Sajin possesses monstrous strength and spiritual power, but his speed is slightly inferior, and his spiritual pressure is his weakest point.

Even he himself was no exception. Apart from intelligence, ghostly path, and spiritual pressure, his own strength and spiritual power were probably among the weakest of the captains.

Nekomaru gave a cold laugh and stared meaningfully at Ukitake Seiji.

During this long period of time, he wasn't just taking beatings and doing nothing.

He had already figured it out: Ukitake Seiji relied on his enormous, monstrous spiritual pressure and his violent, unreasonable power.

Besides, swordsmanship techniques like the instant step are not so important when there is a significant difference in strength between the two sides.

"Want to kill me? Then don't blame me."

Nekoli grinned savagely.

The sheer strength of the grim reaper startled him; Nemori had never seen a death god with such exaggerated defensive capabilities.

However, sufficient data has already been collected.

Compared to his abnormally strong physique, the internal organs where Ukitake Seiji's illness is located are his biggest weakness.

Although the most suitable poison could not be made in time, it should be enough to deal with him at this moment.

After all, I'm best at dealing with this type of enemy!

Nekori squinted and waved her hand, causing chunks of flesh to detach and fall to the ground. A thick purple mist began to evaporate and spread from the dissolved flesh.

Next.

Broken shards of glass slipped through his fingers.

The liquid dripping onto the ground emitted an ominous aura.

"You were too careless."

Nekori's loud laughter came from the stone platform. "Let me teach you something. In combat, don't give others the chance to use their trump cards, especially not a scientist like me."

Nekori glanced discreetly at the area outside the barrier.

Although the demons were pale, they continued to maintain the barrier, limiting the residual effects of their spiritual pressure to the greatest extent possible.

Kyoraku Shunsui, Ukitake Jushiro, and Unohana Retsu from the Fourth Division all seem to have no intention of making a move yet.

This puzzled Nekori somewhat.

What are they doing?

The team leader assessment has escalated to this point, why not stop it now?

But that doesn't matter anymore.

He was about to deal with Seiji Ukitake.

As for Nyuru?

It would be best if those guys could solve it, but if they can't, I can always take care of it when I have time.

With Ukitake Seiji in hand, there's no fear that Wang Xu, the woman who cares particularly about Ukitake Seiji, won't give in.

"A Vastod-class Arrancar."

"And you are such a rare find."

Nekomaru greedily licked the corner of his mouth, staring intently at Ukitake Seiji, who stood motionless in front of him.

He had been eyeing this body for a long time and couldn't wait to dissect it and figure out what made this freak, Ukitake Seiji, so unique.

"Open your claws, Pissatsu Jizo."

As the initial release phrase fell, the Zanpakuto held in Kurotsuchi's hand was instantly released.

Then, his gaze turned savage. "Stop being so smug! Your body must be under a lot of strain!"

"Bearing such spiritual pressure, even if you use those medicines to suppress it, your internal organs would probably be extremely fragile by now."

"Since that's the case..."

With that, Nekori took a deep breath and said menacingly, "Then let's see if your internal organs are as capable as your body of withstanding my attacks!"

He suddenly raised the sword to kill Jizo.

In an instant, the violent spiritual pressure transformed into a pillar of light that shot into the sky.

The world changed color!

The countless onlookers, including Shinigami and students from the Shinigami Academy, were on the verge of collapse, and the previously stable barrier began to tremble.

Renji Abarai, who had arrived without anyone noticing, knelt down and swallowed hard. "W-what happened? Why did I suddenly kneel down?"

Rukia's face was pale. Her spiritual pressure was much stronger than Renji Abarai's, so she was still able to stand up with difficulty.

She braced herself on her knees with her hands, trying hard not to look as pathetic as herself. Rukia, covered in sweat, hissed, "Idiot! We were crushed by the captain's spiritual pressure!"

"How could this be... There was clearly a barrier suppressing spiritual pressure..."

At this point, Renji Abarai's eyes widened in shock. "Could it be that this was just a sliver of spiritual pressure that was leaked?"

He gritted his teeth and looked up at the two people facing each other below with a ferocious expression. "Is this what a captain-level is? What kind of monsters are they?"

Dozens of meters away, Kyoraku Shunsui's exclamation came.

"Hey, Captain Nebula!"

"Have you gone mad?"

"Could it be that he's planning to use that here, in front of so many Grim Reapers and students?"

Kyoraku Shunsui, who had been looking lazy, changed his expression, and Ukitake Jushiro, who was next to him, also looked extremely anxious.

So, what exactly happened?

That one?

What is that?

next second.

An overwhelming spiritual pressure, filled with despair, erupted, and Renji Abarai, who had just managed to stand up with all his might, once again uncontrollably collapsed to his knees.

Rukia also stumbled and half-knelt on the ground.

Their souls were almost crushed to oblivion!

Surprisingly, the spiritual pressure emanating from the barrier almost caused the death of their dojo!

Just how strong is the captain?

Nekori's roar echoed.

"Swastika!"

"Golden—Pishaku Jizo!"

He gripped his sword tightly, continuously increasing his spiritual pressure.