Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Out of respect for teachers, the original body was reluctant to use excessive force, but the spirit body had no such scruples.

They beat the old man until he was smoking.

Faced with the powerful, malicious slash, Yamamoto raised his sword to parry without hesitation.

The blades clashed, creating a deafening shockwave that spread outwards, enveloping the area under the combined spiritual pressure of the two individuals.

Blades flashed and terrifying heatwaves merged into one, forming a raging torrent!

In the silence, thunder roared.

Yamamoto's body suddenly trembled, and for a moment, he completely lost control.

Faced with this all-out attack, the weakened clone was clearly struggling to withstand it.

In response, Narakuku chose to press his advantage.

Arms arched back, muscles rippled like water, joints emitted a metallic scraping sound, the body tensed to its limit in an instant, like a bowstring tightened.

next second.

The relentless barrage of slashes, each strike heavier than the last, surged like a continuous wave, utterly engulfing Yamamoto.

boom!

A dull, deafening roar erupted, and the ground where the blade struck cracked open, revealing a massive canyon that stretched as far as the eye could see, resembling an abyss.

Naraku Sora raised his sword and slashed upwards, aiming at Yamamoto once more.

It was another clash of blades.

Sparks flew, like tiny stars.

A terrifying force surged along the blade into the elderly man's body, causing his vision to go black instantly.

A barely perceptible crack appeared on the tiger's mouth.

As if it were the beginning of a rout, Yamamoto was completely suppressed and fell into Naraku Sora's rhythm.

Although in terms of swordsmanship, Naraku Sora is definitely no match for Yamamoto.

But unfortunately, he couldn't use any of his skills.

Naraku was well aware of his advantage and seized the opportunity to have the blades in their hands clash.

The repeated alternations caused Yamamoto's swordsmanship to constantly change, to the point that he could no longer form a systematic sword technique.

Absolute power suppression.

when!!

Amidst the deafening thunder, a blinding flash of light swept across the sky.

Exhausted, Linghai Mountain was forced to retreat several steps backward.

The crack above the tiger's mouth suddenly spread, and fine cracks appeared on the arm, chest, face, and even the muscles and flesh.

Blood surged forth!

Victory seemed to be just around the corner.

Inaba Kagerouza stared in disbelief, almost unable to believe his eyes.

Yamamoto Shigekuni, who is known as the strongest Shinigami in Soul Society, was completely suppressed by his youngest disciple.

Is there no justice left?

No wonder those useless spirit corpses were defeated so quickly; this guy is simply a complete monster!

When Reikai Yamamoto realized that he was no match for his enemy, his expression changed immediately.

A brutality emerges.

"Solution—"

A deep voice echoed from the ruins as Yamamoto raised his long sword, pointing it directly at Naraku.

In an instant, the sea of ​​fire that had engulfed the entire battlefield vanished.

It was as if it had been completely erased by an eraser, leaving only wisps of smoke rising.

The sun overhead grew increasingly blinding, and the air grew increasingly hazy.

Visible lines undulate and twist around its body.

"The residual fire sword."

The long sword in Yamamoto's hand was charred, as if it had endured countless years, with cracks appearing on the blade.

It looked as if it would break at the slightest touch.

Naraku Sora frowned, a look of displeasure on his face.

He had seen the real Zankatana.

It was a knife that contained the power to destroy the world.

The Zanpakuto before them appeared to be nothing more than a blade that looked exactly like the Zanka Tachi.

There is not much of a threat at all.

If the spirit body in the Shikai state still closely resembled Yamamoto, then after the Bankai, it no longer resembled him at all.

Even if you defeat someone like Yamamoto, it's hard to feel any joy.

"Forget it, let's finish this in one go."

Naraku Sora raised his jet-black longsword, and his materialized spiritual pressure transformed into a massive pillar of light that shot straight into the sky. Black and red lightning swirled around him, constantly distorting space.

The sound turned.

A grinning face suddenly appeared before Linghai Yamamoto, and a blade wrapped in black and red lightning slashed down without reservation.

Reikai Yamamoto sheathed his sword and slashed backwards, while the smoldering, blue-smoked Zankatana met the attack at an extremely clever angle.

boom!!

A massive mushroom cloud shot into the sky, incinerating everything in its path, with the aftershocks covering the earth.

As the impact spread, the ashes paused for a moment, then countless dust particles boiled and burned, evaporating completely in the scorching heat.

When the smoke and dust cleared, only one figure remained standing on the ruins.

Just then, the surrounding space fluctuated violently, and the sound of shattering echoed through the silence. A dark rift was forcibly torn open, and a figure filled with rage rushed out of the rift.

Just then, Naraku swiftly swung his sword and severed the head of the cloned spirit body.

Upon seeing this, Yamamoto's expression froze instantly.

What did I see?

Chapter 320 Yamamoto, damn it...

Naraku Sora sensed the disturbance of the space being destroyed and subconsciously looked up, only to find his eyes meeting those of a certain expressionless old man.

He looked down and saw that he had one foot on the skeleton's chest and swiftly chopped off its bright head.

Yamamoto stared intently at him, as if he had died with his eyes wide open.

In an instant, his scalp exploded, and his heart and lungs stopped.

Beads of sweat the size of soybeans immediately appeared on Naraku Sora's forehead and rolled down his temples.

To be honest, I didn't sweat this much even when I was fighting the fake mountain.

Although he was well aware that with his current strength, he wasn't necessarily afraid of this grim-faced old man from the mountains.

However, perhaps because he had been beaten so many times, he always felt guilty when facing this elder who genuinely cared about him after making a mistake.

Yamamoto's expression was unpleasant.

Although he specifically handed over the position of acting captain to Naraku Sora before setting off.

Let this kid get familiar with all the team affairs as soon as possible, grow up quickly, and become a captain who can truly stand on his own.

Even if he doesn't inherit his position, he can better manage the new Gotei 13 under his command.

Considering that Naraku Sora was always going to pull off some unexpected moves, Yamamoto had already prepared himself mentally before leaving.

No matter what happens, he won't blame the kid.

Children also need appropriate encouragement to build their confidence.

After all, it was a job I had never done before.

however.

When he saw his head rolling around on the ground, Yamamoto's feelings were extremely complicated.

He was unusually angry at the thief who had framed him and trapped him in the Broken Realm.

He wished he could return to Soul Society and immediately drag the person out, tear them to pieces, and burn them to ashes.

But when he saw his wicked disciple kill him with a single blow, his blood pressure spiked to its highest level, and he calmed down.

No matter what this bastard is doing, he's definitely going to get a beating.

In order to make up for the losses incurred during this period and to salvage his authority as Captain-Commander, Yamamoto decided to take immediate action.

Seemingly sensing the murderous aura in the air, Naraku instantly became alert, glancing at the old man opposite him with a sheepish grin, attempting to struggle one last time:

"Teacher, please let me explain..."

"I don't think that's necessary."

Yamamoto took off his haori, casually tossed it up, and hung it like a flag on a distant stone pillar. Then he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a hideous body covered in scars.

In terms of sheer power, this is several times stronger than the cloned spirit corpse from before.

Naraku's breath hitched. Seeing that the old man wasn't going to reason with him anymore, he turned and ran away.

Its explosive speed is comparable to lightning.

In an instant, Naraku rushed to the edge of the ruins. Seeing that life was within reach, he was overjoyed and felt much lighter.

However, the closer one gets to victory, the easier it is to let one's guard down.