Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

[Bai Da: LV70!]

The hard work of transforming into a scroll dog is perfectly reflected in the changes in the numbers.

Putting aside the opening and empowerment, among the four basic combat skills of the Shinigami, hand-to-hand combat is undoubtedly the highest, far ahead of the other three.

Add to that the Black Flash, whose stats are filled in with his feet, and it's hard to imagine how stress-relieving it would be to unleash a Black Flash - One Bone in actual combat.

"Did you realize that?"

"Besides the difference in the way of exerting force between the two bones and the one bone, it also involves the whole body's muscle groups and dozens of different spiritual pressure applications."

After Yamamoto used his iron fist, which he called "Compassion," to pound a deep, human-shaped crater into the floor of the new dojo, he squatted by the crater and calmly explained the techniques of the Double Bone technique.

"That's the general content. You'll have to figure out the specific details yourself."

In the deathly silence, Naraku Sora's gaze was somewhat vacant.

Fortunately, the old man acted with restraint, and the super-fast regeneration had a mechanism.

With this two-pronged approach, Naraku's injuries healed at a visible speed.

Upon seeing this, Yamamoto raised an eyebrow.

For some reason, the more he looked at his rebellious disciple, the more familiar he felt, as if he had seen him somewhere else before.

I tried to think about it, but I still couldn't come to a conclusion.

Yamamoto simply put it out of his mind. In the silence, a sigh slowly escaped his lips, and a hint of hesitation and difficulty appeared on the old man's face.

"Kid, what's the name of that move you just used?"

"So, does the teacher also want to learn?"

Narakuku raised his eyes from the deep pit and grinned:

"Although I can't guarantee I'll learn it, I will share everything I've learned."

"If the teacher wants to learn, then I'll teach you."

Upon hearing this, the old man's expression became complicated.

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North Rukongai District 72.

Sedimentary plain.

The chaotic and disordered spiritual pressure piled up haphazardly, and the scorching aura constantly permeated and spread in the air, almost filling the entire plain.

The deafening shouts of battle mercilessly shattered the silence of the plain, and the sounds of flesh and blood tearing through the air constantly stimulated the fragile nerves of both sides.

Three-digit numbers of death gods are fighting each other on this plain, trying to prove their own correctness in this way.

The strong smell of blood made everyone's eyes turn red and filled with bloodshot veins, as if they had lost their minds.

Besides close-quarters combat, the impact of the demonic path exploded continuously on the grass, with dazzling lightning spreading among the crowd amidst the billowing dust.

The piercing screams seemed utterly insignificant amidst the intense heat of the explosions.

On a stone pillar at the edge of the battlefield, a red wind-blown veil fluttered in the wind. Xiu Mu Xiang He stood with his arms crossed over his chest, staring intently at the changes on the battlefield.

Now is not the best time for him to make a move.

This is a war to wipe out the traitorous Grim Reaper. The Grim Reaper who leads the rebels is also a powerful being. If he makes a move beforehand, the situation that is currently in the lead will inevitably turn around rapidly, and he may even completely kill his comrades.

These were the teachings his father-in-law, Xiumu Yinling, had given him.

Only by remaining calm and composed in the face of adversity can one cope with any unexpected changes and always remain invincible.

However, when he saw the Grim Reapers who used to drink and make merry with him now howling in the flames of the Kido, a flash of anger crossed Kuchiki Kyoga's eyes.

War should not be like this.

He clearly possessed the power to turn the tide, yet he chose to stand on high ground and wait for the opportune moment, letting his familiar colleagues die.

They could have survived.

"Muramasa."

A suppressed sound suddenly rang out from the stone pillar amidst the calm.

The air rippled, and a figure in a white robe appeared out of thin air. His eyes, covered by eyeshadow, were still full of loyalty when he looked at Kuchiki Hibiki.

"Do you need my help?"

"You stay here."

"?"

Before Muramasa could ask any questions, Kuchiki Kyoga, carrying his white Zanpakuto, vanished from the spot and reappeared already charging into the rebel camp.

A massive pillar of spiritual pressure shot straight into the sky, and an immense pressure suddenly spread out.

With the addition of fresh troops, the stalemate was instantly reversed, and the morale of the Gotei 13 was greatly boosted, quickly suppressing the opposing side.

But this situation did not last long.

Almost simultaneously, another powerful spiritual pressure surged into the battlefield. The one who came was the leader of this traitorous Shinigami, named Akao Retsu.

He was extremely powerful and had escaped from the combined forces of Kuchiki Hibiki and Muramasa on several occasions.

Because he knew Kuchiki Hibiki's information very well, whenever he fought him, he would immediately close his mind, giving Muramasa no chance to activate his ability.

"We meet again, Kuchiki Echo River."

Akao Retsu unleashed a spiritual pressure that was no less formidable, rivaling the purple pillar of light and splitting the battlefield in two once more.

"You're still as impatient as ever."

"You don't actually think you're on the side of justice, do you?"

Kuchiki Hibiki remained silent, only staring intently at the middle-aged man before him.

Even now, he still doesn't understand why Akao Retsu, who was once a vice-captain of the Gotei 13 and had the highest status among the Shinigami, would still choose to betray them.

He had been curious about this for a long time.

However, neither Kuchiki Ginrei nor Yamamoto could provide a definite answer when asked.

Akao Retsu revealed a mocking smile and said disdainfully:

"Judging from your appearance, that old geezer from Kuchiki Ginryo didn't tell you anything."

"In the end, all he wanted was to forge a shrewd and obedient weapon. Your value lies only in protecting the ridiculous honor of the Kuchiki family!"

"Kikuki Echo River, you are the real traitors!"

Upon hearing this, Kuchiki Hibiki frowned slightly, subconsciously pondering the meaning of these words.

However, the reason Akao Retsu talked so much was to make him lose focus for a moment.

"go to hell!"

A sinister smile instantly approached, Akao Retsu gathered his Kido spiritual pressure in his left hand, and raised his Zanpakuto, which radiated a cold light, high in his right hand.

However, the expected panic did not occur, and Kuchiki Hibiki remained calm throughout.

"Binding Spell No. 39: Round Gate Fan".

A blazing fireball descended from the sky and slammed solidly into the circular shield, sending countless fragments flying and leaving furrows in the grass.

Akao Retsu snorted coldly, and the cold light of his blade flashed in the air as he slashed straight down at Kuchiki Hibiki below.

"So what if it's blocked?"

"I sealed my mind with a secret technique before the battle even began, so your Zanpakuto is useless against me."

"In terms of swordsmanship alone, I am second to none among the Grim Reapers!"

The air crackled and shattered amidst the mournful cries, a flash of cold light disappearing in an instant.

The blades clashed, and countless sparks flew and scattered.

Without a second thought, Kuchiki Hibiki raised his sword to parry the falling blade, then used Instant Step to advance, his other raised left hand clenched into a fist.

A heavy spiritual pressure enveloped his fist.

A straight punch.

In layman's terms, this tactic is called "volcano burning the farm."

Although the name is a bit strange, it is surprisingly useful.

Under Akao Retsu's incomprehensible gaze, the fist, the size of a sandbag, suddenly enlarged.

boom!

An unstoppable punch struck Akao Retsu's face, and the spiritual pressure that had been condensed to the extreme erupted instantly.

Like a volcanic eruption, the powerful impact engulfed the entire person.

next moment.

Akao Retsu traversed the battlefield at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, passing countless mortals locked in combat, smashing through several stone pillars, carving furrows in the ground, and finally crashing into the plain, raising a cloud of dust that blotted out the sky.

The rotten wood echoed with the river's movement and vanished in an instant. When it reappeared, it had already reached the edge of the ravine.

He stared intently at Akao Retsu, who was standing right in front of him, and revealed a sinister smile identical to Naraku Sora's.

"You are far inferior to Kong's swordsmanship."

Amidst the intense pain, Akao Retsu vaguely heard the other person's words, and at this moment, his mind was filled with doubt.

Why is Kuchiki Hiraga's Hakuda so strong?

Also, who is Kong?

The war was over the moment Akao Retsu fell.

No one can stop a crazy dump truck.

Wherever the Rotting Wood River flows, those who betray Death either prostrate themselves on their knees and surrender on the spot, or put up a stubborn resistance and are then punched to their knees.

He discovered that what Naraku Kū taught was indeed useful.

Although it can no longer cover a wide area and instantly kill enemies like before, the visceral feeling of each punch is truly immersive and addictive.