Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

In contrast, Naraku Sora underwent a magnificent transformation from head to toe due to the enhancement of his spiritual body and the 100% increase in his growth potential.

In this situation, the Spiritual Training Chamber was practically tailor-made for him.

As long as one's steely will is strong enough, one can continue cultivating until one's spirit is completely exhausted.

No need for fancy moves, just give it your all with every punch.

Naraku felt like a piece of steel, being forged and transformed little by little.

continue!

After briefly adjusting his state, Naraku refocused his attention on the pristine white wall in front of him, and then unleashed a fierce punch straight towards the front.

boom!

The violent tremors continued, like a stirring symphony, reaching its true climax with the clashing of drumbeats.

An overwhelming pressure came from all directions, as if I were underwater, and even my internal organs were under pressure to the limit.

This is a comprehensive training and cultivation of the spirit!

As the pace quickened, Naraku's inherent tyranny gradually surfaced, and his smile became increasingly ferocious, just as it had when he entered battle.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his mouth was stretched into an almost ferocious grin. His unrestrained style left Shutara Senjumaru, who was standing to the side, feeling quite emotional.

"This appearance reminds me of someone."

"That guy's fighting style in his early years was exactly the same as Naraku's. Although he became more composed as his status rose, he still couldn't change his aggressive and fiery style."

Thinking of this, a thoughtful look flashed in Shutara Senjumaru's eyes, and he muttered to himself:

"Perhaps we could find a tutor for the simpleton?"

Just as she was pondering this, Naraku's training intensified, his entire body transforming into a weapon, pouring out his fervor against the indestructible wall.

Under the powerful recoil, the skin developed terrifying cracks, with blood mixed with sweat seeping out continuously, yet it was quickly repaired by the powerful regenerative ability.

It repeats endlessly, like a perpetual motion machine.

Shutara Senjumaru discovered a blind spot:

"Well, if I remember correctly, the active spiritual particles in the Spirit Body Tempering Chamber alone couldn't possibly achieve this kind of repair effect, could they?"

"The regenerative ability inherent in spirits?"

"Or perhaps, the power of etherealization?"

As she finished speaking, her slender fingers gently tapped the void, and countless threads made of spiritual particles appeared out of thin air.

Intertwined, entangled, and engulfed

Shutara Senjumaru used this method to measure various data during Naraku Ku's training.

This includes, but is not limited to, extreme spiritual pressure, the state of the spirit, and the depletion of spiritual power.

Naraku Sora is unaffected even when he occasionally encounters spirit threads.

One person is so engrossed in cultivation that they cannot extricate themselves, while another is deeply immersed in data analysis.

The two of them together created an indescribable eeriness.

At first, Naraku Sora was a little flustered when he learned that Shutara Senjumaru knew about his Hollow powers, but as they spent more time together, he realized that this wicked woman was not a normal Shinigami at all.

Or rather, the high-level researchers in Soul Society all have some psychological issues to varying degrees.

So much so that now when Naraku is alone with her, he simply gives up and doesn't care about secrets at all.

Anyway, everyone's pretty much the same.

boom!

In the final bombardment, a red light flashed in Naraku Sora's eyes, and his fist, imbued with crimson spiritual pressure, slammed into the hard wall.

In an instant, the shockwave swept through the entire enclosed space, shredding all the surrounding spiritual threads.

"Well, it's finally over."

Shutara Senjumaru raised his head, revealing a mature and refined profile, a slight smile playing on his lips:

"Your performance has truly exceeded my expectations."

……

……

Leaving the spirit training room, Naraku Sora dragged his weary body toward his residence.

As one of the ten wardens of the Shin-o Prison, he not only had a fixed residence in the barracks, but was also assigned a longhouse.

However, I usually don't live there.

However, the moment he opened the door, a chilling light shot straight at him, its attack so fierce that it even produced a deafening sound of air being torn apart.

Naraku's gaze sharpened, and his crimson spiritual pressure erupted instantly.

At such close range, there was simply no time to draw the sword.

Instinctively, his fist, imbued with spiritual pressure, suddenly slammed forward.

boom--

The instant their fists collided, a visible shockwave exploded, causing the ground beneath their feet to crack and split open in a spiderweb pattern.

Araki family's gift—

The assassins are here!

Chapter 20 A Miracle Will Surely Happen

A crimson spiritual pressure surged forth, roaring in with immense aggression.

Despite being physically exhausted, the boy was exceptionally energetic, his eyes gleaming like a wild beast awakening from its slumber.

The assassin was completely covered in black, making it impossible to identify him.

Strangely, Naraku Sora did not sense any killing intent from the other party.

But this assassin was extremely ruthless, giving no one a chance to breathe.

The two figures kept clashing, turning into afterimages that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye in the narrow courtyard. Each collision generated an astonishing shockwave.

It was as if a bomb had exploded instantly.

"Did the Araki family send you?"

Naraku's fist, imbued with immense spiritual pressure, slammed straight into the opponent's chest. In the instant the assassin dodged, the force of the punch grazed past his ear, leaving a terrifying crater in the ground.

Although his level is lower and he can't compare to those Grim Reapers who have cultivated for decades or even hundreds of years, he can completely make up for his lack of skill by virtue of his numerical advantage.

Although Naraku is currently only at the ninth level of spiritual power, he is considered to be at a lower-middle level among the upper-ranking officials.

However, relying on the perfectly fused Void Power, the increased growth potential, and the 100% amplification of the spiritual body, it is completely capable of directly confronting some weaker vice-captains.

That's the power of numbers.

However, the opponent was no less formidable, possessing immense spiritual pressure, superb skills, and even surpassing Naraku in the way he exerted his power.

Although the numbers were slightly worse, the two still managed to go toe-to-toe.

"First of all, this is the Shin-O Prison."

Naraku Sora grinned maliciously, "Secondly, you don't actually think that the commotion we make will escape the notice of that wicked woman, the Prison Commander, do you?"

The assassin remained silent, seemingly determined to achieve his goal.

But it's easy to see from her exposed eyes that she still has a sure thing and is full of confidence.

The two continued their fight.

The opponent's attacks came like a storm, a pair of fair fists that seemed to be forged from steel, with materialized spiritual pressure wrapped around them, constantly erupting from all sorts of tricky angles.

With one superb close-quarters combat technique after another, the assassin seemed to have transformed into the purest killing machine.

Fingers, fists, elbows, knees, and even the head.

No matter where you are, it can be turned into a deadly weapon. If you are not careful, you may be caught off guard and captured on the spot.

Naraku Sora went from being evenly matched to showing signs of decline, gradually falling behind his opponent's pace.

His previous training had exhausted a lot of his physical strength, and now the assassins were coming on strong. It was a rare miracle that he had been able to hold on until now.

The assassin seemed to have noticed this as well, and suddenly changed his move halfway through the knee strike, raising his right leg high and slashing down like a battle axe.

Naraku took a deep breath, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

Finally... I fell for it!

In close combat, an unstable lower body is a major taboo. Unless it's a finishing move, such a move can easily be exploited by the opponent, leading to the end of the fight.

Naraku Sora crossed his arms to block, completely deflecting the force of the slash, while simultaneously twisting his wrist to precisely grab the assassin's ankle.

"ended."

Just as he swung his arm, preparing to smash it violently to the ground, he caught a glimpse of the assassin's gaze out of the corner of his eye.

Hehe, it's done.

I predicted your prediction of mine!

The assassin suddenly twisted and flipped in mid-air, his supple body seemingly boneless, and wrapped itself around Naraku Sora's body.

A pair of straight legs locked his neck tightly.

"It's over, kid."

Naraku could even feel the heat coming from his neck; with just a little effort, the other party could easily twist his head off and use it as a ball.

However, he was not the kind of person who would give up easily. As long as he was alive, it meant there was still a chance.

"Eat me—"

"100,000 volts!"

The assassin, positioned high above, noticed the unusual activity below. His eyes widened in shock, and he quickly spoke:

"Wait, I don't..."