Who are you calling a stable boy?!

Finally, facing the stick that gently tapped his shoulder, all that remained was a relieved laugh that came out involuntarily.

"Thank you for showing mercy."

The old man bowed deeply to Zheng Jing.

"No need to thank me, please get up."

Zheng Jing, carrying a stick, raised his hand, signaling Ishida Komaki to get up.

"You have been fighting on this island for seven days. I will be the last one."

Ishida Komagaru visibly breathed a sigh of relief when he got to this point.

"Ok?"

Zheng Jing raised an eyebrow: "You're the last one?"

He pointed to the woods not far away.

"Aren't there still four left?"

Upon hearing this, Komagaru Ishida was taken aback.

Then he saw the shadows in the woods twist and turn a few times, and five figures emerged from them.

"Qingxiang, what are you doing?"

Upon seeing Ishida Seisho sitting in a wheelchair and being pushed at the front, Ishida Komagaru exclaimed in surprise and anger.

However, Ishida Seishun didn't even glance at Komagaru.

His bloodshot eyes stared intently at Zheng Jing.

“Zheng Jing… I know you can fight, but hunting Hollows is not a one-on-one affair! Since you dare to say that you are here to test the strength of us Quincy, then do you dare to face these four experts under my command alone, just like a Hollow!”

"Oh? An expert?"

Zheng Jing became interested.

He glanced at the four people following behind Ishida Seishun.

Needless to say, it was the player squad led by Ramuel.

"They are the strongest Quincy squad under my command! The four of them working together can even hunt down Vasto Lordes! Each of them has extraordinary abilities, each has a unique move, and their fighting spirit and patience are truly astonishing!"

"Zheng Jing..."

Ishida Seishun sneered, "Do you dare to accept the challenge?"

"Haha! Great!!"

With a loud laugh, Zheng Jing twirled the staff on his shoulder, and the resulting gust of wind extinguished the incense stick in the bronze incense burner, also silencing the rebuke that Ishida Komaki was about to utter.

"No need for even a stick of incense!"

"One move per person, that's exactly four moves."

He pointed his stick at Ramuel and his three companions.

"If I can't defeat you four rotten garlic cloves in four moves, I, Old Zheng, will commit suicide on the spot!"

Chapter Twenty: A powerful melody rang out!

"Captain, just as you predicted, Zheng Jing has been completely blinded by the successive victories!"

As the formation was set up, gazing at Zheng Jing, who stood alone carrying a stick, Capri lowered his voice and respectfully addressed Ramuel.

Hearing Capri's praise, Ramuel's lips curled into a smug smile.

In fact, the day after the arena was set up, Ishida Seisho, who had just woken up in his hospital room, asked him to bring his team to fight in the arena.

He certainly wouldn't agree, but it wasn't time to break ties with Ishida Seisho yet. Therefore, Ramuel had to coax Ishida Seisho with nice words like "making a final appearance to turn the tide will better demonstrate your ability" in order to appease this useless man who might never be able to stand up again.

This is a match we should definitely take.

After all, in order to complete their mission, Ramuel knew that they couldn't avoid the duel proposed by Death.

But how to fight is another matter entirely.

He waited with his men for a full seven days, and it wasn't just to play the tactic of arrogance.

For the next seven days, he would act as Ishida Seishan's spokesperson, blending into the Quincy teams that came to the island to fight, and observing every match that took place on the island.

Although no matter how you look at it, none of the Quincy who took the stage, whether pure-blooded or mixed-blooded, could force out the true abilities of Zheng Jing, the so-called captain of the Special Investigation Team, Lamuel felt that he had a pretty good grasp of Zheng Jing's strength, thanks to his right eye, which had been modified by mechanization and could detect and calculate combat power.

He admitted that Zheng Jing's fighting ability was indeed extraordinary, given that he was thrown out by Death to fight such a duel!

Among the entire Palalion squad, he, as the captain, has the highest normal combat strength, around six thousand.

However, Zheng Jing's fighting power after using his Shikai form is definitely over 10,000!

By the standards of courtyard players, this is definitely the combat power that only veteran extraordinary powerhouses with a comprehensive level of thirteen or fourteen can possess.

From the real boss, Ramuel learned that among these spirits known as Grim Reapers, the powerful individuals who could serve as captains all possessed the special abilities of Shikai and Bankai, which could greatly increase their combat power.

If he has such high combat power just by using Shikai, wouldn't he be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with those extraordinary big shots who are only half a step away from touching the legendary barrier when he uses Bankai?

Logically speaking, given that their team members were only at level eleven on average, and the highest-ranking individual among them—their captain—was only level twelve, it was already quite bold of them not to flee this material plane immediately upon encountering such a monster.

Why would they dare to confront us directly like they do now?

Very simple.

First of all, this is a gamble that won't really kill you.

As for the possibility of being paralyzed like Ishida Seishun, such an injury can be treated in many ways, not to mention that there are many ways to treat it in the garden, even in the material plane he himself came from, there is mature prosthetic technology to remedy it.

Secondly, the condition for winning the duel is not to defeat the monster on the other side, but to survive for the duration of an incense stick burning.

Oh! Now you only need to withstand four moves.

After Ramuel's calculations, using the team's trump cards, the probability of winning the bet is now as high as 80%!

In addition, the real boss promised a generous reward after the deal was done...

Check it out.

Low risk, high success rate, and high rewards.

What reason is there not to take this job?

"Be careful, everyone. The main event is about to begin. Don't make any mistakes."

After giving a word of advice, Ramuel pulled out a massive weapon from his backpack, which was over three meters long and more like a large piece of black metal than a sword.

This black stone is his sword, nurtured with his Armament Haki for thirty years; it is practically half of Ramuel himself.

In the material plane he was born into, in his hometown city, this black stone greatsword was the symbol of him, the Black Stone Swordsman Ramuel.

The captain drew his sword, and the team members naturally followed suit.

Vice-captain Capri stood eight steps behind Ramuel, raising his oak staff high and chanting incantations.

To his left and right, slightly behind him, stood a towering, shirtless giant, nearly three meters tall, wearing a leather mask and only a pair of briefs, and a blue-haired, red-eyed, expressionless girl who looked no more than fifteen years old, wielding a short spear and a round shield.

As Capri chanted, a pure white chain of light shot out from the tip of his oak staff, binding the four members of the team together with a whooshing sound.

Immediately afterwards, Capri's eyes widened, and he suddenly slammed the oak staff into the ground, then began to dance wildly.

"Knock knock knock knock..."

As he danced, he also patted the two round drums that were attached to his waist.

In an instant, a strange red aura appeared on the four members of the team.

This is precisely the Ramuel squad's trump card in team battles.

By signing a special contract and activating it through a ritual, the four individuals can share the damage they suffer. Then, Capri, an 11th-level witch doctor, activates a special ability called [Voodoo Aura].

Allied units affected by the Voodoo Aura will not only receive a significant boost to their Strength and Constitution attributes, but will also gain multiple damage resistances and rapid physical regeneration.

To analyze the boost this system provided to Ramuel and his team in a more intuitive way, the result is that, according to Ramuel's prosthetic eye detector, the combat power of the two team members behind him, who originally had a combat power of less than 5,000, has now soared to 8,000.

And he himself had nearly ten thousand!

Although there is a weakness that the voodoo aura will disappear once Capri loses consciousness, with the team's current combat strength, Ramuel believes that they can withstand Zheng Jingyi's incense stick's worth of fighting!

Not to mention, Zheng Jing has already made a boastful claim of having four moves.

Holding his weapon, Ramuel couldn't help but feel a little smug as he watched Zheng Jing, who dared to let them complete all their preparations without interrupting.

One of the key points to winning against a stronger opponent is to make these arrogant and powerful individuals careless.

This is one of the secrets to his rise from a marginal figure in a martial arts school to the legendary Blackrock Swordsman!

"Oh."

Just as Ramuel was confident of victory, he saw Zheng Jing pointing at them with a blank expression.

"It seems that it's you guys."

Before Ramuel could figure out what those words meant, Zheng Jing patted the book hanging at his waist.

Suddenly, a powerful melody rang out on the battlefield!

At the same time, Zheng Jing pointed his long stick at Ramuel and the others.

"To overturn heaven and earth with a stick, that is my method of cultivation!"

Before he could finish speaking, Zheng Jing flashed away.

Instant Step?!

Ramuel was startled.

He had seen Zheng Jing use Instant Step before, but without exception, with his prosthetic eye, he was able to roughly capture Zheng Jing's movement trajectory when he used Instant Step.

This time, not only was his movement track unknown, Zheng Jing completely vanished from his sight in an instant—

"Bang!!"

The sudden burst of pain inside my body intertwined with a muffled thud that suddenly erupted in my ears.

In an instant, realizing what had happened, Ramuel turned around with all his might!

—Below Zheng Jing's stick, a disheveled figure was already lying prone on the ground.

Whether they are alive or dead, we do not know.

Chapter Twenty-One: The Voice of Hueco Mundo!

Ramuel's heart trembled as he looked at his teammate Dol lying on the ground.

Don't be fooled by the fact that Dol doesn't have a single piece of armor on him. It's because his profession as a flesh-eating monster has special requirements. In this state, Dol's body itself possesses toughness comparable to high-level superhuman protective gear.

Even when he unleashed his full power in a slash, it was extremely difficult to inflict a fatal wound on Dol.

But at that very moment, Dol collapsed there.

Ramuel didn't know how Zheng Jing did it, but it was clear that Dole had instantly lost his ability to move!

Enduring the pain that he had to bear due to the contract, Ramuel raised the black stone greatsword in his hand, about to make a move, when he saw Zheng Jing pick up a stick and grin.

“The impermanence of anger and laughter is my lesson in enlightenment.”

Then, Zheng Jing disappeared from Ramuel's sight once again.

This time, however, Ramuel had already realized Zheng Jing's intentions.

"Tula!"

He turned his head, raised his voice, and just as he uttered the name of the second team member—

"Boom!"

—Pain and sullen silence returned together once again.

This time, Ramuel barely witnessed how yet another of his teammates fell to Zheng Jinggun.

Not complicated.

It's not fancy either.

He appeared, raised his hand, and casually swept it away as if brushing away pebbles at his feet.

Then, Tula, the android, was struck dumb, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Drink it!!"