Bleach: The Self-Disciplined Captain of Seireitei

"Perhaps, he has even more amazing accomplishments in other fields."

"Ahem, ahem." Ukitake Jushiro coughed and said, "After all, this is the Third Seat of Sufeng, who is known as the genius god of death."

The battle in the dojo and the discussions among his subordinates did not change the expression of Captain-General Yamamoto Genryusai in the slightest.

He stared ahead silently, and no idea could be seen in the depths of his calm eyes.

Maybe for him.

A fight of this magnitude is nothing more than children playing house.

No matter what, he is a being who has experienced many wars and is the strongest god of death in Soul Society.

The light faded.

Sufeng stared ahead, but did not put down his raised left hand.

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

"The Thirty-three of the Broken Paths: Blue Fire Falling!"

The two voices sounded almost at the same time, and a pale flame rushed towards Sufeng in the fading light.

As if he had expected it, the spiritual pressure in front of Su Feng gathered and turned into a circular shield, just enough to keep Cang Huozhui out.

The evenly matched confrontation was resolved in an instant.

Tosen Kaname took advantage of this momentum and approached again with Flash Step, slashing down with his Zanpakutō at a strange angle.

Ding!

Gold and iron intersect, and sparks fly.

The two men once again engaged in a fierce battle in close combat.

however.

Compared to Sufeng's relaxed state, a layer of fine beads of sweat had already seeped out of Dongxian Yao's forehead, almost blending into the bone mask.

gap.

The gap cannot be ignored!

No one could understand the shock and confusion in Dongxian Yao's heart at this moment.

Every time he swung the sword, it felt like he was chopping down a mountain.

It's useless.

The recoil force alone was enough to make his arms numb and make it difficult for him to control himself.

Before today, Dongxian Yao had imagined the battle between the two countless times, and even rehearsed the details of the battle in his mind countless times.

But until he really faced Sufeng.

Only then did he realize how wrong he was.

When, when, when!

Sufeng's sword-swinging speed became more and more astonishing, and he performed various sword techniques.

Flying Sword Style, Three-day Moon Dance, Hundred and Eight Troubled Winds...

The gorgeous kendo style put a lot of pressure on Dongxian, and at the same time, it was also eye-popping.

For ordinary Shinigami, mastering two or three sword styles is already a great achievement.

But looking at Sufeng, from the beginning of the battle to now, the sword style he displayed has never been repeated!

This amazing swordsmanship attainment even surpasses that of all the captains.

And this also leads to.

A certain gentle captain of the Fourth Division had a charming glow in her beautiful eyes.

"What an exciting battle..."

The slightly low sound was suppressed by the aftermath of the clashing of metal and iron, and did not even attract the attention of others.

Only the captain Yamamoto Genryusai, who had been calm all the time, subconsciously looked at the gentle woman not far away from him.

Among those present, no one knew the captain of the Fourth Division better than him.

As the first Kenpachi, Unohana Retsu once boasted that he had mastered all the styles in the world.

Now that she sees another person whose sword skills are not inferior to hers, how can she not be excited?

In the dojo.

The intricate sword lights burst out and interweave, creating exquisite paintings.

Dongxian Yao retreated repeatedly under Sufeng's suppression, and was completely used by him as a training object to refine his own swordsmanship.

It was not until Sufeng's swordsmanship became more and more sophisticated that he realized this.

Thinking of this, a trace of annoyance appeared on Dongxian Yao's face.

"There will be a price to pay if you underestimate others." A low and hoarse voice sounded from under the bone mask.

As soon as he finished speaking, Dongxian Yao exploded again.

A spiritual pressure like a pillar of light shot up into the sky, filling the sky above the dojo.

A tremendous force spread across the blade, temporarily forcing Su Feng back and disrupting his sword rhythm.

"Second Form of Clearing the Insects: Red Migratory Locust!"

Tosen raised his arm suddenly and slashed down with his Zanpakuto.

In an instant.

Sharp blades swarmed out like a rainstorm, blocking Sufeng's possibility of dodging.

Boom! !

The stone slabs shattered, the ground collapsed, and suddenly a huge cloud of dust dozens of meters high was raised.

With just this one attack, the entire dojo was reduced to complete ruins.

If it weren't for the blockade of the Ghost Path barrier, it would even have affected the Death God soldiers watching the battle.

The dust filled the sky, blocking the view of the onlookers.

Just when they thought Sufeng was in great danger, an even more terrifying spiritual pressure erupted in the dust.

The roaring beam of light swallowed up all obstructions, revealing the human figure within.

A calm voice came out from the materialized spiritual pressure. Sufeng held his Zanpakutō in one hand and looked ahead calmly.

"That's it, the five seats of the Eastern Immortal..."

Chapter 4 Achievements are unlocked, the strong should be self-disciplined!

Looking at the horrifying scene before them, the captains couldn't help but be amazed.

Countless sharp blades covered Sufeng's body like a rainstorm, trying to swallow him up.

However, when his spiritual pressure exploded, it was completely blocked by the materialized light pillars, and there was no deterrent at all.

Even Dongxian was shocked by the scene in front of him, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face under the mask.

No one knew better than him the destructive power of this red locust.

Even a Hollow of Yachukas' level would have its limbs or even its body cut off.

The steel skin that it was so proud of became as fragile as paper under countless sharp blades.

This is something that Dongxian has tried personally.

However, in front of Su Feng's materialized spiritual pressure light column, it was completely useless...

"Oh my, that's so scary!"

Kyoraku Shunsui held a grass root he had taken out from somewhere in his mouth and muttered incoherently, "This level of spiritual pressure has already reached the captain level!"

There was a hint of surprise in his eyes, and he was obviously extremely surprised by Sufeng's performance.

As one of the veteran captains of Soul Society, Kyoraku Shunsui has seen many extremely talented Shinigami.

But compared with Sufeng in the dojo, they seem to be on a completely different level.

Even the one who married into the Kuchiki family before was the same.

You know, it has only been three years since Sufeng graduated from the Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy.

This is the case even for the veteran captains, not to mention the new captains.

There was a solemn look on Shuifeng's petite and delicate face, and her sharp gaze was fixed firmly on Sufeng.

Even Aizen's expression was filled with shock and admiration, and it didn't seem fake at all.

Only Komamura Sajin was unable to discern the changes in his expression because he was wearing a mask.

Tosen's full-strength attack was ineffective. Countless sharp blades, stirred by the materialized spiritual pressure, fell onto the ruined dojo and were buried among the rubble and dust.

Sufeng held the hilt of the knife with his right hand and gently stroked the blade with his left hand, as if a ripple-like light circle was spreading out with it as the center.

He already had a rough idea of ​​Tosen Yao's strength.

Now is the best time to end this battle.

Just as he said before.

This battle ends here.

Dongxian Yao used his spiritual pressure to sense Sufeng not far away. He became extremely alert and immediately condensed his spiritual pressure at an even faster speed.

The same huge column of light once again filled the dojo.

The already messy venue was crushed into powder.

But just when his vigilance was at its highest.

Sufeng, standing still, was like a bubble, shattered and disappeared in the wind.

"when……"

Dong Xianyao was suddenly shocked. The terrifying blade had approached him without him knowing when.

The bright white blade was surrounded by streaks of wind.

Sufeng's instant step speed was so fast that it even exceeded Tosen Yao's spiritual pressure perception.

When seeing this scene, Soi-Fong subconsciously widened her eyes, and a look of disbelief flashed in the depths of her pupils.

"The secret footwork of the Shifengyuan family?!"

The instant step skills displayed by Sufeng reminded her of the person she once admired.

“Is it this?”

Kyoraku Shunsui scratched the stubble on his chin and said thoughtfully, "If I remember correctly..."

"As the third seat of the Wind Tracing Technique, it shouldn't be difficult to obtain the training method of the secret footwork."

Following his reminder, Soi-Fong realized that the wind-like figure in the dojo was the chief heir of the Tsunayashiro family, the head of the five great noble families.

Thinking of this, she clenched her teeth unwillingly.

Soi-Fong still finds it hard to get over the fact that someone left without saying goodbye.

As the two were communicating, Sufeng's blade had already torn through Tosen Kaname's spiritual pressure protection.

Dong Xian Yao looked solemn, and raised his sword with his backhand, trying to use it to resist the attack.

However, something unexpected happened again.

Sufeng's figure disappeared in front of him again, and the knife that Dongxian wanted only chopped off a residual shadow.

"The third of the four maples: the empty cicada."

A calm voice appeared behind Tosen Yaoi at some point, and Sufeng slowly sheathed the Zanpakuto in his hand.

Click.

The slight collision sound between the hilt of the sword and the scabbard sounded the final note of the battle.