Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

You should beat your apprentice as early as possible.

With this thought in mind, Yamamoto no longer hesitated. He shifted his entire body, his muscles twitching slightly, as if hard iron blocks were being rubbed together. A scorching heat surged and erupted from his body, like an active volcano about to erupt.

It's a good thing for young people to be confident.

But we must also know that there are always people more capable than us and things beyond our understanding.

We must never become arrogant and complacent because of a little progress, and never disregard our teachers and elders.

In such situations, it is necessary for elders to offer guidance and correction.

Feeling the intense heat emanating from him, Naraku grinned:

"Well done!"

then.

A terrifying spiritual pressure, as deep as an abyss, swept across the entire Seireitei, and flames like a sea of ​​fire raged above the First Division, coloring the entire sky.

……

……

Before long, the prison warden, his face bruised and swollen, returned to his loyal Zhenyang Prison.

To be honest, that fight was really exhilarating.

Unlike those flashy, cheap women out there, my own teacher is truly amazing.

You don't have to worry about hurting your opponent when you fight.

To avoid sinking Seireitei, both sides tacitly refrained from using their Zanpakuto.

He engaged in a one-on-one duel using only his unparalleled iron fist.

While lacking in skill, Naraku is so tough that he can even withstand a bone-piercing attack without holding back.

Although it's a bit painful, it's thanks to its unique super-fast regeneration.

It's completely harmless.

It will heal in just a few breaths.

However, in order to prevent Yamamoto from noticing anything amiss, Naraku chose to suppress the use of this ability.

They didn't start releasing the animals until they got back to their own team barracks.

As his Void Power continued to increase, his super-fast regeneration became increasingly powerful.

Even if he is beaten by Yamamoto, he can still heal quickly in a short period of time.

The human body is amazing, isn't it?

Upon seeing Naraku return, the members bowed deeply in respect.

"Lord Prison Order!"

Just as he was about to give a speech to boost his prestige within the team, he was shocked to find that the people who usually came out to greet him first were not there.

Naraku Sora asked with some surprise:

"Zuo Zhen, Yao, and Xiang He, are they all out on missions?"

However, before the team members could answer, an extremely terrifying spiritual pressure suddenly erupted from one of the dojos in the team barracks.

A massive golden pillar of light shot straight into the sky, with what appeared to be a demonic skeleton inside, its jaws clenching and emitting a silent roar.

Just then, a figure emerged from the dojo at the edge of the field of vision.

His body was tattered and torn, his thin but tall frame covered in cracks and wounds, and his eyes gleamed with bloodlust, making him look like a man-eating beast.

Upon seeing Naraku, the man's eyes lit up. He immediately raised his long, serrated sword, the tip pointing forward, and a deafening roar echoed throughout the barracks:

"Sora, you're finally back."

"I need your help in my cultivation!"

Nai Luo Kong: "?"

Where did you learn these witty remarks?

How did Kenpachi, who was perfectly fine, end up like this?

Although I don't quite understand what happened, since the other party has extended an invitation, there's no reason to refuse.

This is a perfect opportunity to get revenge on Kenpachi Zaraki.

The two exchanged a glance, as if they had reached some kind of secret signal, and without saying a word, they headed towards the training ground.

Shortly after the two left, a curtain of light slowly dissipated under the eaves.

Kisuke Urahara, enveloped by the Curved Light Binding Path, stood quietly in place, gazing at the spiritual pressure in the distance, his eyes flashing with an inexplicable light.

Chapter 233 What is the difference between a king and a mount?

"Hmph, the prison warden is going to beat up Captain Zaraki again."

"Hurry up and grab a seat, or there won't be any left!"

"Quack, this is the one I want to see!"

In less than a few minutes, the spacious training ground was packed with bloodthirsty spectators, each staring excitedly at the two facing off, wishing they could take their place.

Kenpachi Zaraki unleashed his spiritual pressure without reservation, the golden light surging and burning like a raging fire, violently ravaging the surrounding space, even distorting the air itself.

His smile was ferocious, and his aura, like that of a wild beast, burst forth. His fierce momentum, along with the violent serrated longsword, slashed straight down at Naraku.

The sound of something cutting through the air was fleeting, followed by the clanging of metal against metal.

It was like rubbing together cast iron, deafeningly loud.

Amidst countless shocked gazes, Naraku Sora neither dodged nor evaded, simply standing there and enduring Kenpachi Zaraki's slash head-on.

What's even more incomprehensible is that the slash, powerful enough to split an ordinary Shinigami in two, only left a clearly visible white mark on Naraku's shoulder.

"?!"

When he saw the sparks fly, the excitement in his narrow pupils momentarily faltered.

He had fought Naraku Kuro more than once or twice, but this was the first time Kenpachi Zaraki had encountered a situation like this.

Have I become weaker?

Could it be that this guy has gotten stronger again?

Naraku Sora grinned, a seemingly harmless smile, but to others, it was more ferocious and terrifying than the hideous Kenpachi Zaraki.

"Zaraki, haven't you eaten?"

"How can someone so weak enjoy the thrill of battle?"

Kenpachi Zaraki's smile was like that of a demon. Although his words were infuriating, Naraku Sora's strength far exceeded his expectations.

Although I don't know what exactly happened to the other person.

But this time, we can definitely have a blast!

A crimson glint appeared in his narrow pupils, and a golden spiritual pressure, like a flame, burned wildly. Kenpachi Zaraki swung his serrated longsword once more, and a sound like tearing silk erupted in front of him.

Aggression is triggered!

At this moment, instinct takes over the fight.

The chaotic and disorderly slashing techniques attacked Naraku's vital points.

Neck, spine, heart, skull...

Kenpachi Zaraki was born to fight; he knew nothing about swordsmanship, let alone how to dodge.

Every change in movement is for the purpose of a better attack.

However, the numerical gap cannot be bridged by these factors alone.

After enduring several blows, Narakuku didn't hold back. He drew his sword and slashed back, a dazzling silver light flashing by.

scoff!

With a tearing sound, an exaggerated crack was instantly cleaved open in the bare chest, and thick, hot blood gushed out, filling the entire training ground with a strong stench of blood.

However, the more injured he is, the more his latent ferocity is unleashed.

That's right!

Only such a brutal battle can give people a sense of real existence.

How wonderful!

A materialized golden spiritual pressure surged into the sky, causing the surrounding ground to creak under its weight, and cracks spread from beneath its feet.

Kenpachi Zaraki lowered his body slightly and pounced like a wild beast, his eyes burning with red light.

The serrated longsword was raised and then fell down like a heavy hammer.

Clang——

The blades clashed, creating a shockwave and a deafening roar that sent visible ripples spreading in all directions.

The next second, blood blossomed in the air, and the tall figure flew backward like a cannonball, crashing into the wall of the training ground, leaving spiderweb-like cracks beneath him.

However, even after enduring such a heavy blow, it still failed to fall.

On the contrary, the spiritual pressure intensified, and the phantom of a skeletal demon appeared above his head, letting out a silent roar at Naraku Sora.

He took a step forward in an instant, covering a distance of tens of meters in a flash, a sinister smile appearing on his face as he charged forward without reservation—

Slay him!

Fighting this guy, you don't need to worry about killing him with too much force; you can just enjoy the battle to your heart's content.

Kenpachi Zaraki, who has lived for countless years, can only feel the breath of life when he fights Naraku Sora.

It was even more exhilarating than the battle a thousand years ago!

The exquisite beauty of walking on the edge of a knife, where one's life is teetering on the brink, is something that nothing else can replace.

There's no need to think about anything else; at this moment, only two things remain in my mind.