Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Ultimately, however, Yachiru is only a part of the power of his Zanpakuto, not the whole of it.

Otherwise, he should have already mastered Bankai by now.

Just as Kenpachi Zaraki was immersed in his own transformation, a blazing pillar of spiritual pressure suddenly erupted from the direction of the general medical center.

Countless spirit particles gathered nearby, distorting the air wildly, as if a raging fire had been ignited.

Seeing this, Naraku nodded in satisfaction.

Although Ichigo may seem reckless, he is actually quite intelligent.

Given enough time, it can achieve even more perfect growth.

All I can say is that this child is like me.

Now that the more serious problems have been resolved, all that remains is to train the Gotei 13 step by step and wait for the war to begin.

Just as Naraku Sora was pondering how to deal with his captain, Kenpachi Zaraki suddenly opened his eyes, and his intense fighting spirit erupted wildly, almost solidifying into a tangible form.

A dazzling golden spiritual pressure enveloped his body like flames, with visible patterns scattered across his body, as if distorting space itself.

Kenpachi Zaraki grinned, revealing a ferocious smile like that of a wild beast:

"Sora, come and fight me!"

Seemingly influenced by the other's aura, Naraku Sora's lips curled into a pleased smile:

"Then let's go..."

Chapter 407 The Possibility of Improving Strength

The haphazardly built Eleventh Division barracks contained a special dueling arena. When they heard that the Eleventh Division Captain wanted to fight the Commander-in-Chief—

The Grim Reapers flocked to the scene, declaring that witnessing such a powerful battle was worth dying for.

Yachiru was sitting on Madarame Ikkaku's head at some point, holding her personal communication device, preparing to record a video for later submission to the Seireitei Correspondence.

It is worth mentioning that since Naraku Sora became the Captain-Commander, he has begun to vigorously promote various technologies for people's livelihood in Soul Society.

He promoted all the small inventions that Kisuke Urahara developed in his spare time.

This includes, but is not limited to, electric lights, televisions, telephones, and refrigerators.

In addition, the high density of spiritual particles drawn from the Soul King Palace caused the average happiness index in Soul Society to soar.

It's thriving!

On the dueling platform, a demonic barrier was formed.

Kenpachi Zaraki gripped his serrated longsword, Nosara, and gave a childlike, innocent smile.

It's definitely different from before.

Sora was right; he could feel the continuous power emanating from Kusajishi Yachiru, and with a thought, he could complete his Bankai.

But his intuition told him that releasing Bankai indiscriminately would put unimaginable strain on his body.

Feeling the rising momentum, Naraku Sora casually took off his haori, tied his shihaka to his waist, and stretched his body freely, his bulging muscles making a sound like a bowstring being tightened.

Then, he beckoned to Kenpachi Zaraki on the other side.

"According to tradition, if you want to inherit the name Kenpachi, you need to kill the previous Kenpachi, but I have already killed the first Kenpachi."

"So, all you need to do now is gain my approval, and you can officially become the Tenth Kenpachi."

"Come on, let me see your full strength."

Upon hearing this, Kenpachi Zaraki grinned maliciously, and golden spiritual pressure soared into the sky like flames. A demonic white bone mask silently covered his face.

Without holding back in the slightest, they went all out from the very beginning of the battle.

Because he was well aware of the gap between them, he knew that if he didn't use his full strength, he would be defeated instantly and without any suspense.

Just as he was ready, the sinister grin that had been drawn instantly drew near.

Arcs of electricity appeared on the surface of the skin, instantly entering a state of shock, and pure, terrifying muscle power erupted at this moment, breaking through the air.

One bone.

A dull thud sounded.

Kenpachi Zaraki's eyes widened, and by the time he realized what was happening, he had already involuntarily hunched over, a mark bursting open on his back, and an astonishing shockwave spreading outwards.

Breathing became sluggish.

The sudden change left the onlookers dumbfounded, standing frozen in place, staring in disbelief at the scene unfolding on stage.

Most of the Shinigami present were members of the 11th Division, who often accompanied Kenpachi Zaraki on missions and were therefore well aware of their captain's strength.

In one-on-one head-on combat, he even surpasses all previous Kenpachi generations.

However, even such a powerful being was almost instantly killed by Naraku at the very start of the battle.

too fast.

Despite feeling suffocated, Kenpachi Zaraki's body reacted instinctively in an instant.

As his body hunched over, he raised his right hand, clenched it, and aimed it at the head of the person in front of him.

Slam down!

At such close range, it was an almost certain strike, one that even a transcendent being would find impossible to dodge.

Just as everyone expected, Narakuku made no attempt to dodge. He raised his arm to meet the attack, his fingers spread, and slammed it squarely into the serrated blade.

Bang!

A hurricane swept through.

A crack appeared on the arena beneath Naraku's feet.

Looking at the hideous face opposite him, which resembled a demon, he murmured in amazement, a smirk playing on his lips:

"You have indeed made progress, but what are you really afraid of?"

Did the loss of control of your power lead to the accidental killing of me?

The five fingers holding the Zanpakuto suddenly clenched, rubbing against the serrated blade and sparking wildly, reflecting the increasingly ferocious faces of the two.

In some ways, both of them are the same type of monster.

They don't rely on so-called experience in combat, but on instinct.

An instinct that arises spontaneously from the depths of the body and even the soul!

Naraku Sora gripped the gleaming steel blade, restraining it while simultaneously raising his arm and slamming it down forward.

Elbow strike!

bang——

Its two-meter-tall body was instantly sent flying backward, exploding in the air with a series of white shockwaves before crashing into the Ghost Path Barrier with a loud bang.

The barrier took on a human-shaped indentation, as if it were clay being pressed down by a tremendous force. When it stretched to its limit, the entire body bounced back at an even faster speed.

Golden spiritual pressure surged and erupted like flames, distorting the surrounding air.

"Devour, wild sun!"

With a flash of light, the serrated longsword transformed into a massive, heavy blade, slashing violently at Naraku with overwhelming force.

The air groaned under the strain, and the airflow parted along the blade as if it had been severed.

Sensing the sudden sharpness and ferocity, Nairoku smiled with satisfaction and nodded.

"Now that's more like Kenpachi."

As he spoke, a series of tree-branch-like, deep blue lines appeared on his skin, outlining intricate patterns.

Blood Stasis Armor.

Unlike the Quiet Blood Armor of other Quincy, Naraku's was developed based on his own Spirit Particle Clustering ability.

When she was teaching at the Spirit Arts Academy, she also taught Ichigo how to control the Quincy power within his body.

In the blink of an eye, the distance between the two was reduced to less than half a step.

The massive blade and crackling arcs of electricity clashed violently.

A series of deafening roars echoed across the arena, and visible shockwaves erupted in all directions, unleashing a raging storm of spiritual particles.

The bloodthirsty spectators outside could no longer see the two's movements clearly; all they could see was the intense clash of burning spiritual pressure, erupting in explosions.

A terrifying aura erupted at that moment, and the ground cracked open with dense fissures under the impact of the two people's spiritual pressure, causing the defensive barrier to teeter on the brink of collapse.

When Kenpachi Zaraki's spiritual pressure exploded to its limit, the entire audience witnessed a dazzling brilliance they had never seen before in their lives!

Naraku grinned, and a large amount of demonic spiritual pressure burst forth from his shoulder bone, bursting out at a speed exceeding the limit like a rocket booster.

Dark red lightning flickered and intertwined between his fingers.

Black Flash - One Bone

A fierce impact burst forth from the gap between their movements, and the two figures were almost simultaneously engulfed by the extremely pure spiritual pressure.

A real gale arose from the ground and shot straight into the sky, like an inverted waterfall.

Kenpachi Zaraki's hoarse, frenzied roar echoed amidst the shimmering light:

"卍!! Solution!!"

The next second, the scaffolding trembled, and the demonic barrier rippled under the impact of the torrent of spiritual pressure, on the verge of collapse.

Naraku raised an eyebrow and clearly saw that the skin on Zaraki's arms rippled, cracked, and oozed a large amount of blood.

It still doesn't work.

This guy's physical condition is too weak; he can't fully control the immense power that comes with Bankai.

With this thought in mind, he immediately activated his ethereal transformation, and thick, python-like black and red lightning erupted wildly, coiling around his suddenly swollen arms.

A suffocating pressure is looming over us.

Then, Black Flash - One Bone!

Matter lost its outline, and the air currents dissipated before our eyes like bubbles, replaced by a terrifying, all-consuming light.