Bleach: The Self-Disciplined Captain of Seireitei

Hitsugaya Toushirou's eyes were filled with excitement, as if he had already seen himself being praised.

His greatest wish is to be recognized by those who recognize him.

“That’s not enough.”

Looking at the overwhelming flock of bird icicles, Sufeng shook his head, not even thinking about responding.

Hitsugaya Toushirou wanted to use this to gain his approval, but it was far from enough.

Along with the explosion of spiritual pressure, the materialized bluish-white light column instantly engulfed countless ice bombs, crushing them all into ice fragments in just a moment and melting them into the ice surface under his feet.

Hitsugaya Toushirou was immediately shocked.

He expected that this move would not cause any harm to Sufeng, but he never expected that it could not even break the spiritual pressure defense.

Immediately, Hitsugaya Toshiro gritted his teeth and his spiritual pressure surged out like a continuous wave, squeezing out his own potential to the utmost.

"Ice Dragon Spin Tail!"

He slashed the Binglunwan diagonally with the posture of a cassock slash. Extreme coldness bloomed on the tip of the knife. Countless amounts of water condensed under the cold and instantly turned into a large frozen area.

The ice dragon erupted, and its terrifying body soared out from the frozen area. The huge training ground was covered in shadows. The huge body brought with it an endless sense of oppression, and enveloped the area below.

His red eyes were fixed on Sufeng, as if he regarded him as his lifelong enemy.

Hyorinmaru slashed from bottom to top, against the wind, with a full-strength attack containing nearly half of his spiritual pressure.

A deafening roar echoed in the martial arts arena, and the light curtain of the ghost barrier that was shaking in all directions trembled, and layers of ripples spread out on it.

The ice dragon roared out and headed straight for the wind.

Facing this huge body, Su Feng nodded slightly: "This is more like it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and a stream of white steam-like air instantly burst out.

The red-eyed ice dragon hit the palm exactly.

Ka la la la la!!

Countless pieces of ice collapsed, and starting from the dragon head, the terrifying huge body cracked into countless hideous cracks.

In just a moment, the ground was covered with huge ice blocks as big as small hills.

“Without pressure, there is no growth.”

After Sufeng crushed the attack, his eyes fell on Hitsugaya Toushirou.

In an instant, he felt as if he was being stared at by death, and a truly bone-chilling cold spread from the soles of his feet all the way to the top of his head.

As someone who possesses the strongest Zanpakuto of the ice and snow type, Hitsugaya Toshiro was actually trembling in this situation and had no desire to fight at all.

But Sufeng couldn't care less.

His mission is to put as much pressure on Hitsugaya Toshiro as possible so that he can master Bankai as soon as possible and take on the position of captain.

There was no instant step, not even a burst of speed.

Sufeng walked step by step towards where Hitsugaya Toshiro was.

The soles of my shoes made a teeth-grinding crunching sound on the ice chips, as if the countdown to death was approaching.

Beads of sweat the size of soybeans oozed from Hitsugaya Toushirou's forehead, and the feeling of fear had taken over his mind without him noticing.

It is hard to imagine what the mentality of those enemies who once faced Captain Sufeng was like.

While thinking, Sufeng had already walked in front of Hitsugaya Toushirou, tilted his eyes slightly, and asked calmly:

"Don't you even have the courage to draw your sword in front of me?"

"If this is all you have, I don't think you're fit to be a god of death."

"When Abarai Renji faced me, he still maintained a high fighting spirit even though he didn't even master the most basic slashing techniques."

"Compared to him, you are far behind!"

This sentence immediately became the last straw that broke the camel's back for Toushirou Hitsugaya.

Under the high pressure, Hitsugaya Toushirou's eyes turned red, and a sentence kept echoing in his swollen and aching head.

"Scream my name, Toushirou!"

"Scream my name, scream..."

An ice-blue spiritual pressure lingered around him, shining brightly and then dimming in an instant.

“Shut up!!”

A deafening roar echoed in the training ground. Hitsugaya Toshiro exploded with all his spiritual pressure. A huge amount of cold air surged out instantly, freezing the entire venue in an instant.

Even the ghost barrier covering this place was covered with a thick layer of frost.

Without hesitation, he slashed down diagonally with his robe reversed. Cold air gushed out from the blade, rushing towards the sky while completely obscuring Sufeng's figure.

Boom!

The ice surged and poured down like a waterfall.

The entire training ground was frozen into a huge layer of ice at this moment.

Outside, Ise Nanao, who was watching the fight, could not hide the shock in her beautiful eyes. She felt that her worldview had been refreshed once again.

Could it be that the omnipotent captain is going to fall in front of this little brat Hitsugaya?

The moment this thought came to her mind, she shook her head repeatedly, denying herself.

Impossible, the captain is the strongest!

Not to mention Hitsugaya Toshiro, even the captain-general Yamamoto Genryusai couldn't defeat the captain so easily!

After decades of getting along, Ise Nanao, who was already dependent on Sufeng, had an indescribable blind confidence in him.

In her opinion, Sufeng is invincible.

Click, click, click! !

The continuous shattering sound interrupted Ise Nanao's complicated thoughts and immediately attracted her attention.

I saw hideous cracks appearing on the huge ice layer, and a terrifying pressure was spreading from it.

Before Ise Nanao could come to her senses.

A deafening sound that cannot be described in words suddenly echoed above the Tenth Division. Even other squad rooms in Soul Society could vaguely hear the thunder-like sound.

A horrifying impact erupted in the ice layer and spread out instantly, razing everything it passed to the ground. The already shaky ghost barrier shattered immediately.

"Thirty-nine of the Binding Dao: Round Gate Fan!"

Ise Nanao's pupils suddenly shrank. While she was shocked, she did not forget to protect herself.

A circular shield took shape instantly, standing in front of the body, resisting the terrible impact like a tsunami.

The explosion lasted for quite a long time, until the area within several thousand meters of the training ground was frozen, and the aftermath gradually disappeared.

Ise Nanao removed the defense of the round gate fan and looked towards the center of the training ground with a little anxiety.

As the ice-like particles disappeared, Sufeng's figure also appeared in sight.

As expected, there wasn't even a speck of ice on the captain's pure white haori, let alone any injuries.

Hitsugaya Toshiro, who had exploded in desperation, had completely fainted, his spiritual pressure had dissipated, his head was held in Sufeng's hands, and he looked like he would not live long.

"Hey, Captain, I'm glad you're okay."

Ise Nanao approached instantly and briefly checked Sufeng's condition before she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Just a little bit."

Sufeng picked up Hitsugaya Toushirou's head and shook it back and forth. "This guy is just a little bit away from learning Bankai."

"But don't worry, even if you master Bankai."

As if to comfort him, Sufeng smiled and said to Ise Nanao, "He is a little bit behind me."

"Just a little bit."

He held out his free left hand and made a small gesture with his index finger and thumb.

…………

Hueco Mundo.

The towering city walls stand above the endless desert, replacing the endless Gobi Desert.

The silver moonlight scattered on the city walls, reflecting a hard metallic luster.

This is the realm of the void.

It is also one of the two largest forces in Hueco Mundo.

Inside the palace, Sufeng sat on the throne, looking at Harribel, Nilu and others standing below, and listened quietly to the report of relevant intelligence.

Ever since he beat up Hitsugaya Toshiro, that guy's mind was completely trapped in the Zanpakuto space. He has been in a coma for many days and has not woken up.

In Kurotsuchi Mayuri's words, this guy will only wake up after getting the recognition of his Zanpakuto.

After handing it over to Yamada Hanatarō, Sufeng hurried to the Hollow Kingdom following the message from the Hueco Mundo.

"Another Vastod?"

Su Feng's eyes flashed with surprise, and he asked curiously, "Did it break the mask?"

Harribel nodded, then shook her head and said hesitantly: "The other party's state is very strange."

"The mask on his face has been broken, but his spiritual pressure is not like that of the Vastold Arrancar. It is a little bit worse than that of me and Nel."

Hearing this, Sufeng had a vague guess about the other party's identity.

"And his strength is not much weaker than ours."

"After many rounds of encirclement and suppression by the organization, nothing was gained."

Harribel looked ashamed, in her opinion, Sufeng had given them powerful strength, a new form, a safe home, and taken care of the Arrancar like a god.

However, when they are required to make contributions, they are unable to give corresponding returns.

Such performance can no longer be described as shameful.

If I have to describe it, I can only say that it is like a shame engraved on my heart.

"Zejo, what do you think?"

Su Feng glanced sideways and saw a figure slowly appearing in the bright white light.

"I have located him."

Zarjo Shuangya said calmly, "Lord Sufeng, are you going to take action?"

Su Feng raised his lips, a hint of cruelty appeared in his smile, and a surge of spiritual pressure swept through the palace, and a huge pressure came crashing down:

"why not……"

Two thousand kilometers west of the Void Kingdom, a white figure walked slowly across the desert, moving aimlessly forward step by step.

This was a human-like figure, with a delicate face and an indifferent expression. Two green tear marks spread down from the eye sockets, and a broken mask was embedded on both sides of the cheeks and covered the top of the head, with two huge pale curved horns remaining on top.

He didn't know what to do, and couldn't even find the meaning of his existence.

All he could do was to take one step at a time until he found the right answer.

He had no idea what the answer was.

However, at this moment, a terrifying spiritual pressure suddenly descended upon the area where he was, and the suffocating pressure suddenly increased the gravity in the vicinity by several times.

Under his shocked gaze, a white figure slowly approached in the wind and sand. The other party's handsome face was filled with a domineering look that could not be refused, and his sharp eyes looked straight at him:

"Surrender or death?"

Chapter 235 Xiao Wu, please be more careful!

The sudden appearance of the enemy left Ulquiorra confused.

The other party's words seemed to contain a strong sense of irresistibility.

This posture reminded him of the golden-haired Vastod who called herself Harribel some time ago.

The other person's appearance at that time was surprisingly similar to the god of death in front of him.