Death: This Death is a bit unorthodox.

*Pfft!*

The gleaming silver spear pierced sharply, cutting a large gash in Aozaki Mayuki's chest, from which a large amount of blood gushed out.

"Luckily I dodged quickly... Perfect opportunity!"

Blood stained his shiha armor, but Aozaki Mayuki gritted his teeth and seized the opportunity to swing his long sword.

The two were in a very strange posture at this moment.

The spear wounded him as it passed, but Aozaki Mayuki remained standing in the same spot.

The white-haired man lunged forward, with six arms behind him in a hugging posture, as if trying to pull him into his arms.

The dazzling sword light dispelled the surrounding shadows.

In an instant, the night turned into day.

The sword, seemingly unstoppable, slashed downwards at an angle, its pressure gathering within the blade but remaining dormant.

*Pfft!*

The long sword sank into the long-haired man's right shoulder, sparking as it rubbed against his silver armor.

boom!!

A huge plume of smoke and dust rose from the center of the white-haired man.

"Go to hell."

Seeing the white-haired man fly backward, Aozaki Mayuki stepped forward and felt a sharp aura approaching from the smoke and dust.

From within the thick smoke, sharp tentacles made of several silk threads suddenly stabbed out.

Aozaki Mayuki glanced at the pierced shoulder, her expression unchanged.

He leaped high into the air, wielding his long sword with one hand to parry and sever the approaching tentacles.

At this moment, the white-haired man reappeared.

With a wave of his hand, the smoke and dust surrounding him instantly dissipated.

He glanced at his shoulder, his eyes filled with anger.

There, a faint bloodstain was faintly visible, staining the silver armor with a touch of bright red.

"His swordsmanship is sharp and his combat ability is so strong that he is almost like a second Yamamoto."

"And that strange Zanpakuto that could break through my defenses... I can only say he truly lives up to his reputation as the future Captain-Commander-in-Chief..."

"Thank goodness it was me who came to assassinate him, not a vice-captain level Grim Reaper..." the white-haired man murmured to himself, manipulating the threads to prevent Aozaki Mayuki from getting closer.

At the same time, he plunged his spear into the ground and pressed it against his shoulder.

In no time at all, the wound on the shoulder was stitched up.

"However, the difference in spiritual pressure between us cannot be bridged by swordsmanship and spiritual bodies alone."

"Don't underestimate captain-level officers, kid!!"

He looked at Aozaki Mayuki, who was closing in on him, and suddenly roared, his voice filled with a hint of embarrassment and anger.

It's unbelievable that a captain-level powerhouse would be forced into such a sorry state by a vice-captain-level Grim Reaper.

Clang!

Aozaki Mayuki had already approached, and the long sword radiating blue light suddenly slashed into the white-haired man's palm.

The longsword sliced ​​through the silver gauntlet, but remained stuck there, entangled and imprisoned by the silver threads surging wildly from the gauntlet's body.

The silver armor on the white-haired man seemed to come alive, with silver threads frantically wrapping around everything in its path.

The fierce wind blew the dust and smoke into a chaotic mess.

Upon seeing this, a smile appeared on the white-haired man's lips beneath his mask.

For the vast majority of Shinigami, having their Zanpakuto controlled is absolutely the worst-case scenario.

The battles of Shinigami involve attacking and defending using spiritual pressure in conjunction with swords.

Once you lose your Zanpakuto, your fighting ability will decline drastically.

Having lost this Zanpakuto that could penetrate his defenses, the brat was no longer a threat.

The white-haired man grinned, as if victory was assured, and raised his right hand in a fighting stance.

The true form of the Zanpakuto, made of silk threads, covered the entire hand, with silver threads frantically wrapping around it, and the six arms on the back grew increasingly thick.

The iron fist was ready to strike.

Watching the white-haired man as threads continuously gathered on his arms, leaving gaps in his breastplate.

Aozaki Mayuki seemed to have been prepared, and took a step forward.

He gathered his spiritual pressure in his left hand, then clenched it into a fist and suddenly swung it out.

One bone!!

A fist slammed heavily into the white-haired man's chest.

boom!

White ripples of air exploded on his back.

The white-haired man's face suddenly turned deathly pale, and the silver armor covering his front began to crack, revealing his sunken chest.

He loosened his grip on Wanxiang Senluo's left hand, but because he had been holding the long sword in place, he was not immediately sent flying backward.

The white-haired man stared wide-eyed, but was unwilling to do nothing.

His body lost its strength, but his Zanpakuto had not yet been released from its Shikai form, and six metal arms rushed towards him with a strong gust of wind.

A bloodthirsty smile appeared on Aozaki Mayuki's face. He loosened his grip, releasing the Myriad Manifestations of the World, and simultaneously unleashed dozens of punches against the metal fist.

Despite his fists being mangled and bloodied, Aozaki Mayuki did not give up until he shattered the metal arm piece by piece, forcing the white-haired man to take a half-step back.

He took another step forward, assuming a fighting stance to face the white-haired man whose defenses were exposed.

He wanted to finish the battle quickly, giving the enemy no chance to breathe.

He contained his spiritual pressure within his clenched fists and unleashed a powerful strike.

Double bones!!

"This is……"

In the moment of the white-haired man's astonishment, two fists slammed heavily into his abdomen.

A deafening roar!

The white ripples of air exploded again.

This time, without any pause, the white-haired man's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the wall.

Gravel and dust churned up.

Aozaki Mayuki caught the still-falling Banshou Senra, sheathed his sword, and vanished from the spot using Shunpo.

tick tock...

With the sound of dripping blood, the white-haired man reappeared in sight.

Chapter 76 The Second Attacker

The white-haired man lay in the pile of rubble, struggling to lift his head, blood seeping from his mouth, looking utterly incredulous.

His silk armor, along with his Zanpakuto which resembled an arm guard on his right hand, were all shattered and fell off.

His health isn't much better either.

The abdomen, the site of direct injury, was now ripped open with a bloody hole, and the internal organs inside had disappeared.

And this is something Aozaki Mayuki accomplished with his bare hands.

The white-haired man stared in shock, his mouth agape, gasping for breath, his face filled with panic and fear.

The white-haired man's injuries appeared to be quite severe.

Aozaki Mayuki relaxed, slightly twisted his shoulder, the pain causing him to involuntarily hiss, and then grinned.

"Your injuries look serious. I really used all my strength, but I still couldn't shatter your body in one blow."

"As expected, I'm still far behind my teacher."

The white-haired man groaned and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He reached out and braced himself on the ground, slowly leaning against the wall and sitting down.

"...Captain-General's twin bones are indeed worthy of their reputation; I never imagined they could possess such terrifying power."

Although he tried to speak in a calm tone, his trembling voice betrayed his true feelings at that moment.

pain!

The ultimate agony of teetering between life and death!

With a hole cut in his stomach, an ordinary Grim Reaper would have been dead long ago.

Fortunately, he was a captain-level officer. Even without putting in the effort to train his spirit body, his physical strength was still far superior to that of an ordinary Grim Reaper.

"Hmm, you know how powerful the teacher is, yet you still dared to assassinate me?" Aozaki Mayuki blinked. "Should I praise your courage?"

The white-haired man took a deep breath and said with difficulty, "In this world, there are some things that someone has to do."

“Such proper lines shouldn’t come out of your mouth,” Aozaki Mayuki chuckled.

Who doesn't know who?

I did do a lot of bad things, but these guys were definitely not good people either.

"No, that's not exactly a respectable line." The white-haired man shook his head with a sinister grin.

"What I mean is that there are countless ambitious people in this world."

"But some people are cowards, afraid of the captain's power, so they dare not come."

"So you're not afraid of the old man?" Aozaki Mayuki raised an eyebrow.