Bleach: The Self-Disciplined Captain of Seireitei

Hundreds of Grim Reapers were on full alert, marching forward rapidly in neat rows at a lightning speed.

Sufeng and Rangiku were at the back of the team, surrounded by spiritual pressure.

"Captain, is it really okay for us to do this?"

Ise Nanao said worriedly, "Going to Rukongai to suppress the rebels without the order of the captain-general is a serious violation of the laws of Soul Society."

"If you are held accountable, the captain will most likely take action against you personally."

Su Feng snorted disdainfully: "At the captain's meeting, I proposed that all the traitors should be suppressed with swift force, and the old man did accept my suggestion."

"And have the elite Death Gods of the First Division join the team to eliminate the rebels."

"But what's the result?"

"Three years later, another three years passed. It's been thirty years now, and the rebels are still active on the fringes of Rukongai. They even created a new Gotei 13."

"Since the First Division is incompetent, the Ninth Division will take over."

Sufeng looked ahead, "Hanataro, full speed ahead!"

"Yes, Captain!"

A low roar like a wild beast's roar sounded from the front of the team. In an instant, the already swift speed of the instant step reached a new level.

The big show is about to begin.

Before that, some of the corners were cleaned up.

Three days later, in Saraki District.

Above the barren plain, the wind swept, blowing grass debris into the air, and countless spiritual pressures entangled and intertwined, forming materialized light that shot up into the sky from the edge of the area, ready for battle.

The rebels received relevant intelligence not long after Sufeng and his group set out.

In the eyes of this group of people, the captain of the 9th squad's plan to completely wipe them out in one fell swoop is undoubtedly a pipe dream.

Even if Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni came, he would not dare to make such big statements.

You know, the rebels here are all the powerful Shinigami who have rebelled against the Gotei 13 over the past hundreds of years.

There are several captains among them.

What's more, there is the Sixth Kenpachi, who is known as the strongest swordsman in Soul Society!

With this lineup, how can we lose?

The two armies faced each other. Although the number of people was small, the tremendous spiritual pressure they gathered could match that of thousands of troops.

The materialized light collided in the sky, like surging waves and erupting volcanoes, with air waves crashing and aftermath surging, spreading to the end of the sky thousands of meters away.

Above the dome, thick clouds rolled in, with howling winds and roaring thunder.

The rebels, led by Kenpachi the Sixth Generation, stared ahead with burning eyes. Just as they were about to speak harshly, they saw Sufeng, who was wearing a pure white feather, waving his hand:

"Stop talking nonsense."

"It's a fight to the death, this is war."

"Hanataro, let's fight!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yamada Hanatarō placed his big hand on his chest, and with his five fingers he grabbed fiercely, tearing the Death Trousers into pieces. His rock-like muscles shone with a metallic luster.

"rush ahead!"

The beast-like roar resounded across the plain, shocking even the captains leading the rebels.

They had never imagined that an officer who was not even a deputy captain could have such a terrifying aura.

As Yamada Hanatarō exploded, the other elite Shinigami also drew their swords. A strong spiritual pressure rushed up into the sky, even dispersing the thick clouds covering the sky.

War is imminent!

The soldiers immediately started fighting each other, their shouts and screams shook the earth, their spiritual pressure surged, and cracks appeared on the ground.

However, after only a brief stalemate, the battle situation became one-sided.

After undergoing Yamada Hanatarō's hellish special training, the elite Shinigami can completely achieve a strong situation of one against three.

Abandoning the courageous will of life and death, and focusing on the terrifying skills of killing.

As typical representatives of fear of death, the rebels were completely defenseless in front of the elite Grim Reaper who had no fear of life or death.

Kenpachi Rokudaime and the others looked at the battlefield in front of them with grim expressions, and they felt as if their faces were thrown to the ground and trampled back and forth.

The lofty ambitions before the war began now sounded more like clown remarks, a slap in his own face.

"It's the same as killing that guy."

"You are just a captain, yet you dare to challenge our dignity alone."

"Who does he think he is, Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni?"

"Young man, you will eventually pay a heavy price for your carelessness and underestimation of the enemy!"

"Revenge for Takehara Kazuhiro!"

Under the surprised gazes of the captains, Sufeng took off his white haori and handed it to Rukia beside him. He also took off the Shinigami suit on his upper body and tied it around his waist, revealing his perfectly muscular body.

Rukia buried herself in the captain's haori, sniffing the captain's unique scent, staring at the perfectly streamlined body in front of her with flushed cheeks.

"Rangiku, Nanao, Maki."

Sufeng ordered, "You can choose to stay where you are, or help Hanatarō end the battle early."

"Leave these old bastards to me."

Before they could respond, Sufeng's figure had disappeared from the spot. A large amount of ghost spiritual pressure exploded at his shoulders, and a mixture of white air waves, blue-white wind breath and blue-purple thunder lingered on his body.

Instant roar, Xun Lei is unparalleled!

The Death Tyrant Suit fluttered in the wind, making a rustling sound in the air.

The sound of gas explosion exploded beside Sufeng, turning into visible circles, which expanded rapidly and then dissipated.

Faced with Sufeng's sudden attack, the rebel leaders who were once captains were immediately furious. He was just a junior, but he dared to be so arrogant and fight against their three captains alone?

"Bankai: Crimson Throne!"

"Bankai: Golden Divine Treasure!"

"Bankai: Great Burnt Blood Meat Ball!"

As battle-hardened Death Captains, the rebel leaders did not hesitate at all and immediately unleashed all their strength.

A huge crimson throne appeared in the sky, and a beautiful woman with a plump figure sat on it like a queen, and a tremendous pressure descended upon them.

Countless golden dazzling circles of light appeared behind the middle-aged man, and countless blades appeared in the circles of light. The fierce momentum instantly locked the flying figure.

A tremendous spiritual pressure poured into the plain, and with the position where the Sixth Kenpachi was standing as the center, the barren ground was completely transformed into constantly wriggling flesh and blood, as if it were a living thing.

The spiritual pressure of the three rebel leaders was more terrifying and powerful than the other. The materialized light columns shot straight into the sky, covering Sufeng who was already approaching.

"Young man, let me teach you how to respect..."

The middle-aged man waved his hand, and the blade burst out in the light circle, instantly covering Sufeng's figure like a hail of bullets.

"That's too long-winded!"

Faced with the overwhelming attack, Sufeng leaned back with his right arm and immediately punched out.

Instant coax·one bone!

A violent wind rolled in, instantly destroying all the flying blades in front of him. The middle-aged man's pupils suddenly shrank, and before he could launch the next round of attack, Sufeng's figure was already approaching him.

The crackling thunder seemed to play the music of death.

Another swift punch was thrown, and the huge head was instantly wiped out, leaving only an empty neck.

Not even a drop of blood was spilled.

The queen-like figure on the crimson throne saw this scene and without saying a word immediately urged the throne to try to escape from the battlefield.

However, the speed of upstream wind is many times faster than that.

In the instant of turning around, a violent lightning column came whistling along with the fist wind. Amidst the deafening roar, the crimson throne instantly collapsed, and the figure on the throne was annihilated along with it, and countless spirit particles merged into the atmosphere of Soul Society.

After doing all this, Sufeng turned his attention to the last person, the Sixth Generation Kenpachi.

As the one who was defeated by Kenpachi Kuriyashiki, the Sixth Kenpachi is undoubtedly the strongest among the rebel leaders.

The bright red flesh and blood kept wriggling like a living thing, making gurgling sounds. One figure after another emerged from the flesh and blood, and the entangled and violent spiritual pressure almost covered the entire battlefield.

Seeing this, Su Feng's eyes flashed with disappointment: "Is that all you have?"

"I really can't have any unnecessary hope in a bunch of you rabble."

The Sixth Kenpachi had a ferocious look on his face, and just as he was about to say something cruel, he suddenly saw a fist wrapped in wind and lightning that kept getting bigger in his sight until it occupied everything in his sight——

Even the whole world!

Instant roar, four bones explode!

The combination of wind and thunder was like the end of the world, and everything in front was destroyed in just a moment!

The war is over!

With the death of their leaders, the will of the rebels was completely crushed, and under the leadership of Yamada Hanatarō, they crushed all enemies with a devastating force.

And at the moment the last person died, Sufeng finally heard the voice he wanted to hear.

[Self-discipline daily tasks completed! ]

Simply fill in the foreshadowing buried earlier

Thanks to boss Derek in the forest and boss Piaomiao in the world for their rewards!

There is a double monthly ticket event this month, I beg for your monthly ticket support!!

Chapter 248: The Limit of Death, Welcome to Hueco Mundo!

[Spiritual pressure has been improved, currently at first-class spiritual power (limit)! ]

[My understanding of the Ghost Dao has been improved, and I have mastered the Ninety-first Breaking Dao: Thousand-Handed Bright Sky Cannon, which is currently at the tenth level! ]

[The instant step comprehension has been improved, currently at the tenth level! ]

[My understanding of white-handed fighting has been improved, and I have mastered the white-handed fighting skill Knight Kick, which is currently at the twelfth level! ]

[The soul strength has been improved, the soul density has been increased, and the soul state limit has been reached! ]

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Unlike before, this time it was the sound of firecrackers exploding that echoed inside the body.

The surging spiritual pressure was like an endless wind rising from the ground, or like a huge wave suddenly rising in the vast ocean. The materialized light reached directly to the dome, mighty and powerful, with the aftermath spreading.

Huge ripples visible to the naked eye covered the vast and boundless plain. The land, which was already in ruins due to the war, suddenly sank several inches under this terrible oppression.

Matsumoto Rangiku and the others showed horror on their faces and retreated instinctively. They didn't know what had happened to Sufeng, but the spiritual pressure he was emitting was no longer something they could bear.

Even though everyone is still quite a distance away from Sufeng.

The torrent of spiritual pressure vented wantonly, sweeping the ground and forcibly peeling off several layers of soil.

Sufeng stood where he was, letting the strong wind and thunder rage beside him. The earth made a rumbling wail, and it was a terrible scene like the end of the world.

His eyes were calm, and there seemed to be blue-purple thunder and bluish-white wind constantly wandering and exploding in his pupils, and his thoughts were flying in his mind.

Although I had expected this, I still felt somewhat disappointed when I really touched upon this area.

Both spiritual pressure and soul have reached their limits at this stage.

It is like a pool that is full of water. If new water is poured into it, it will only cause the water to overflow or the pool will be overwhelmed and collapse.

Sufeng didn't want to see that scene happen.

As a pure-blooded god of death, there is an upper limit to his strength, and Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni is in this range.

It's like a limiter, the upper limit is there.

Perhaps because of individual differences, there will be corresponding differences in their respective extreme strengths, just like Aizen Sosuke and Yamamoto Genryusai.

Now that Sufeng has reached this stage, he just can't be happy.

Although he was one step closer to his ultimate goal, his path to becoming the god of death had been blocked.