Death: This Death is a bit unorthodox.

They had never seen such a bizarre scene.

Based on what was observed, these two Grim Reapers should be dead.

But they were still moving, still running, still waving their daggers.

Aozaki Mayuki stood in the aisle.

The stars twinkled in the sky, and footsteps came from the dead hidden in the shadows.

The member of the covert operations team swallowed hard, placed his hand on the short sword at his waist, and looked serious.

Years of covert maneuver training allowed them to quickly calm their minds.

They held their breath and prepared.

They would rush out as soon as the dead approached and behead them.

Aozaki Mayuki's lips curled into a mocking smile, as if she had already seen through the truth.

In a flash, he appeared behind the two Night Watchers.

With a flick of the blade, blood droplets splattered on the ground, drawing a graceful arc.

The two night patrolling grim reapers were forced to stop running.

Next second,

Before the shocked eyes of the two covert operations members, the dead were cut in half at the waist.

"Is this Lord Aozaki's strength? It's truly terrifying!"

"His movements are completely undetectable; he's no weaker than any vice-captain level Grim Reaper!"

They both swallowed hard, and the same thought popped into their heads at the same time.

They could now fully understand why this man could become a third seat right after graduating from the True Spiritual Arts Academy.

"Six seats for flowing water, eight seats for clouds. I have tried using the Heavenly Void Net, but it seems that these guys are well prepared and the Heavenly Void Net is ineffective."

Aozaki Mayuki raised her head and looked up at the night sky.

A slight distortion in the air is visible to the naked eye, as if there is an invisible film that interferes with the natural flow of spiritual particles.

He brandished the Myriad Manifestations Blade, gathering spiritual pressure on its blade, and a sky-blue slash tore a large gash in the barrier.

The surrounding spiritual particles seemed to be drawn to the barrier, attaching themselves to repair the cracks.

But before it could be fully repaired, the surging spiritual pressure had already been released without reservation.

"Go find someone to help, preferably the captain. This opponent is a bit tricky."

"..."

The two hesitated slightly, then Aozaki Mayuki spoke up, her tone gentle:

"The battle ahead will be dangerous, and I can't look after you all."

Liushui and Chuyun exchanged a glance, then disappeared into the darkness.

Looking ahead, Aozaki Mayuki said leisurely, "If you don't come out soon, I'm leaving."

"As expected of the Captain's disciple, he actually managed to find me. I thought I was hiding well enough," someone said.

Aozaki Mayuki's lips curled into a cold smile as he recognized the person standing in front of him.

A tall, lean, and wiry white-haired man walked from the other end of the street, wearing a metal gauntlet that covered his entire right arm, with metallic threads extending from the joints of the gauntlet.

"They're really giving me face by sending a captain-level officer to kill me," thought Aozaki Mazuki.

He narrowed his eyes and teased, "They're going to inform on us, aren't we going to chase after them?"

"When the captains of the Gotei 13 arrive here, you won't be able to escape."

"You don't need to worry about that. Someone will take care of those two little ones."

The white-haired man revealed a mocking smile and said bluntly:

“You are smart. You didn’t foolishly rush at me, nor did you choose to run away.”

"Instead, I let the two little guys escape, which would distract me at the same time."

"Unfortunately, you are my only target."

"Don't make it sound like I'm using them. I genuinely hope they can escape." Aozaki Mayuki shrugged.

"Is that so? Then let's assume that's the case."

The white-haired man chuckled and chatted leisurely with Aozaki Mayuki, seemingly in no hurry to make a move.

"Have these guys been brainwashed by alcohol and women?" Aozaki Mayuki thought to herself.

With the sword pressure that just pierced the night sky, he has already released spiritual pressure fluctuations. The longer the time drags on, the more advantageous it will be for him.

The white-haired man let out a mocking laugh:

"However, your self-sacrifice is meaningless. The weak should die by the sword. Pretending to be relaxed will only make you look ridiculous."

The sound of heavy rocks breaking came from beneath me, and the sense of threat drew ever closer.

Aozaki Mayuki sidestepped the sharp threads emerging from the ground, teasingly saying with a playful expression:

"Self-sacrifice? I don't have that kind of awareness. I just think that you can't kill me with your strength."

As he spoke, Wanxiang Senluo completed his Shikai, maintaining his original posture and mimicking the power of the "Forgotten Soul Bird".

With a gentle wave of his hand, the metal wire emerging from the ground was severed.

He deliberately glanced at the white-haired man with a contemptuous look.

"Are you trying to provoke me on purpose? Well then, congratulations on your success."

The white-haired man suddenly gritted his teeth and roared:

"You want to die?! I'll grant your wish!!"

This man, who appears to be living a life of endless glory but is actually treated like a pet by the nobility and severely lacks a sense of identity.

Aozaki Mayuki's words were a complete questioning of his value.

Sure enough, he felt his self-esteem was hurt.

He raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist. The silk threads seemed to come alive, wrapping around his body to form a suit of metal armor.

He conjured a spear over two meters long in his hand and charged towards Aozaki Mayuki like a metal behemoth.

The explosive force of the foot stomping on the ground even caused the ground to gradually collapse and create craters.

The white-haired man's speed suddenly increased to its maximum, like a powerful cannonball.

Equipped with a metal spear, it resembles a charging steel rhinoceros.

boom!

A muffled thud.

The white-haired man stared in astonishment at Aozaki Mayuki, who had used his Zanpakuto to block him and then retreated several meters away.

Looking at the distorted, joyful smile, I was momentarily speechless.

It was blocked...?

But the next second, his pupils contracted instantly.

Several cracks were clearly visible on the once indestructible metal spear.

This was a spear he had condensed by unleashing his full spiritual pressure, and its toughness was a level higher than the iron wire used in the sneak attack earlier.

“Aozaki Mayuki… I had heard of your deeds before, but when we actually fought, I couldn’t help but admire you.”

"There is a reason why the Captain-Commander chose you as his successor. If I had met you first, I probably wouldn't have wanted to give up such a promising talent as you."

As he spoke, the bulky steel suit slimmed down, becoming more in line with his body curves.

The white-haired man spun the spear rapidly with both hands, and the cracks disappeared instantly.

Chapter 75 Captain-Level Death God

"Your talent is probably unmatched even in the millions of years of Soul Society's history."

"I believe that if you have the opportunity to grow, you will definitely surpass me in the future, and even stand shoulder to shoulder with the Captain."

"Unfortunately... you showed your strength too early, and you are destined to die here today!"

The moment the words fell, silvery-white threads wrapped around the white-haired man's body, emitting a faint metallic sheen.

Its entire body was covered in metal wires, with only its eyes showing. It had six extra arms on its back, plus two hands holding long spears, making it look like an eight-armed Asura.

Aozaki Mayuki admitted that the other person's transformation was cool, but she still couldn't help but complain, "You have the nerve to compare yourself to old man Yamamoto..."

Although he always says that the old man likes to show off, the old man is actually very capable.

The white-haired man wanted to extort money from the old man, but Aozaki Mayuki, his apprentice, was the first to disagree.

The white-haired man stomped his foot and charged towards Aozaki Mayuki.

Aozaki Mayuki swung his sword with one hand, slashing diagonally downwards.

A dazzling blue sword pressure once again emanated from the blade, shooting towards the white-haired man.

laugh! !

Suddenly, a large number of metal wires emerged from the left side of the white-haired man's body, like a giant hand bracing against the ground, and his body immediately turned to dodge the sword's pressure.

Boom!!

Suddenly, a crack more than ten meters long appeared on the road ahead, and the earth, suffering the pain of being torn apart, let out an unbearable wail.

Amidst billowing smoke and dust, the white-haired man crouched low, his movements as swift as a hunting dog as he weaved through the thick smoke.

Clang!

At that very moment, the sound of a spear slicing through the air suddenly rang out.

The sharp spear pierced through the churning smoke and dust, and as it swept across, the thick smoke receded like a tide.

The cold, menacing armor gleamed with a dazzling silver light. The white-haired man's eyes were sharp and piercing. He gripped his spear tightly in one hand and thrust it swiftly towards Aozaki Mayuki!