One Piece: Kaido's adopted son, starts with the Eight Gates Formation.

"Let's get this straight! Yhwach is yours, and don't assign me any of the rest of the underlings!"

Kenpachi Zaraki, carrying his Zanpakuto, strode to the center of the battlefield.

He extended the tip of his blade and sliced ​​through the Quincy who had reformed around Yhwach, one by one.

"I want the strongest one."

Lynn sat back on Kaido's shoulder, swinging his short legs.

"You choose."

"That's good!"

Kenpachi grinned.

next second.

He shot out like a cannonball!

boom!

The ground exploded.

Just as a tall Quincy figure stood firm from the shadows, Kenpachi's sword slashed down at him!

The opponent raised a giant shield made of spiritual particles.

"Holy Arrow of Annihilation—"

clang!!

The loud noise was deafening.

That spirit shield, strong enough to block a captain-level slash, was actually pressed into Kenpachi Zaraki's shoulder by a single slash!

"Too weak!"

Kenpachi looked disappointed and kicked the man away.

"Next!"

"Hey!" Kaido immediately became annoyed. "Don't you dare steal them all!"

"Whoever grabs it keeps it!"

"Are you looking for death?"

Come on!

Seeing that the two were about to start fighting, the white-bearded man covered his forehead and felt a headache for the first time.

"Gurararara... These bastards."

The redhead laughed.

He carried Griffin, his gaze fixed on one of Yhwach's guards to his left.

"Since the young master said to let us play first..."

"Then don't be shy."

Conqueror's Haki envelops you!

A single sword sweeps across!

Black and red lightning bolts surged forward like a giant dragon!

Hawkeye drew his sword almost simultaneously.

The blade of "Night" sliced ​​through a dark crescent moon, cleaving another battlefield in two.

Akainu's body turned into scalding lava.

The ice beneath Aokiji's feet spread wildly.

Kizaru stood there, stroking his chin, looking troubled.

"This is really troublesome."

"We have to work overtime on every expedition."

Akainu turned around and roared, "Borsalino! If you slack off again, I'll hit you first!"

"How scary!"

As Kizaru said this, his body had already transformed into a golden light and rushed out.

Boom boom boom boom—!

The entire city of Silver Frame was once again transformed into a battlefield.

The Grim Reapers stood at a distance, watching these monsters from another world charge forward in hordes, their expressions increasingly complex.

Kyoraku sighed.

"I used to think that the Gotei 13 was already chaotic enough."

"Now, compared to..."

Ukitake smiled wryly: "At least we won't start a fight over something the enemy doesn't want us to do first."

The most outrageous ones are actually Akainu and Whitebeard.

The two men who once hated each other so much during the Marineford War are now blocking a street from the left and right.

The white-bearded figure shattered the spiritual defense line ahead.

Akainu's magma then poured in through the crack.

boom!

Before the dozen or so Quincy could reassemble, they were forced to scatter and flee.

The two exchanged a glance.

No one praised anyone else.

Akainu said coldly, "Get out of my way."

The white-bearded man grinned: "Gurrah! That's what I should be saying to you."

The next second, they attacked in different directions at the same time.

Kyoraku looked at it with a strange expression.

He suddenly understood the most troublesome thing about Lynn's team.

These people don't even have a good relationship.

Many of them were even mortal enemies in the past.

But as long as Lynn sat in the back, they tacitly agreed to the simplest rule—take care of the outsiders first, and settle the internal scores later.

Ironically, each member of this hastily assembled lineup is ridiculously strong on their own.

Aizen stood behind the two of them and gently pushed up his glasses.

"But I have to admit it."

"This army is very interesting."

His gaze, however, did not linger on the battle.

Instead, it always fell on Lynn.

This child has just returned from real hell.

However, he did not use those so-called spiritual king powers.

Instead, he simply sat there watching the show, using only the simplest and most familiar Conqueror's Color.

Aizen's lips curled up slightly.

"Would you willingly relinquish the power of rules that doesn't belong to you...?"

"interesting."