You are very strong, but my painting style is better than yours!

"Don't worry, I'm not some crazy person who wants to destroy the world. I have my own uses for this data."

Iori scoffed, "I know my own limitations. My wealth is less than a tenth of that of a great noble, and while my Bankai-level spiritual pressure is strong, it definitely can't withstand a single strike from the Captain-Commander... What are you worried about?"

Mayuri Kurotsuchi thought about it and agreed. Although Iori wasn't as gentle and modest as he appeared, he didn't seem like a fool. If he wanted to disrupt the stability of Soul Society, he would definitely be ruthlessly suppressed by Yamamoto.

"You're such a weirdo, aren't you?"

Iori said with amusement, "You're so unrestrained when you're doing experiments, you'll do anything, but you're so careful with these ordinary data."

"That's because I know I'm crazy, and how terrible the things I do are."

Mayuri Kurotsuchi said coldly, "But many people lack self-awareness!"

-

"This guy is troublesome...much more troublesome than Mr. Fashion."

After Mayuri Kurotsuchi left, Iori, left alone in the tent, couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion.

Although both characters are mad scientists, Mayuri Kurotsuchi is a rather unique character. He is a pervert without any sense of good or evil or morality, and treats everything in the world, including himself, as an experimental subject.

But he doesn't seem to have a clear goal, unlike Orochimaru who is pursuing immortality... it feels more like he's doing it out of interest.

Beyond his mad psyche, he also possesses common sense and a sense of the bigger picture. Compared to his mostly villainous comrades, he exists as a guardian of Soul Society...

A strange guy, you can cooperate with him but you can't completely subdue him. Iori once forcibly suppressed Esquire, but he really has no confidence in Mayuri Kurotsuchi!

To get someone to work for you, you either need to know what they want or what they fear.

As long as this key point is grasped, both the evil Orochimaru and the benevolent Vegapunk can become competent tools.

But if you put it on Mayuri Kurotsuchi... he could even use his closest Zanpakuto for experiments, highlighting his distrust of others (and even himself), it seems like he has absolutely no weaknesses!

"Can we only 'rent' but not 'buy'?"

Iori felt sorry about this, but shook her head and put the thought aside.

After all, Mayuri Kurotsuchi's methods are too wicked, and unlike Esquire, he can't be threatened. Even if he were to join Iori's team, he would never stop his inhumane experiments, and they would eventually fall out...

If it weren't absolutely necessary, Iori really wouldn't want to cooperate with him, but what can you do when Mayuri Kurotsuchi is truly a genius?

"Hopefully, once we get the data, we can figure out some things."

Iori raised her right hand, ready to verify the ideas she had devised during her meditation.

hum!

As the boy clenched his fist, streaks of white spiritual light spread across his forearm, and his muscle strength slowly increased with the rhythmic fluctuations of spiritual pressure.

Snapped!

Like glass that is suddenly heated and cooled, or a circuit with poor contact, the white light suddenly flickered a few times and then shattered, turning into star-like particles that dissipated into the air.

At the same time, Iori's arm was covered with fine, bloody cuts, as if slashed by steel wire.

In the blink of an eye, the wound disappeared without a trace, but the boy looked listless.

"This still won't work? The subtle manipulation of spirit particles is much more difficult than I imagined, even with the Blood Armor..."

So it really is a problem with my bloodline talent?

Chapter 180: Yoruichi, you accidentally let something slip! (4K)

"Huff...huff...it's so hot...my body is so hot..."

Wearing a black sleeveless top that perfectly accentuated her curves, the tanned beauty's face and body were covered in sweat. Her white undershirt, exposed at the chest, was soaked through and clung to her skin, making her look incredibly alluring.

Her cat-like orange-yellow eyes were veiled by mist, revealing a seductive charm in the haze, and the hot, moist breath exhaled from her delicate lips was even more alluring.

"Do you want to admit defeat?"

The boy, his hair still damp, wiped the sweat from his brow and scoffed, "What, can't take it? Hmph... How weak... Phew!"

"That's true, but aren't you out of breath yourself too?"

"I just need to catch my breath... You look like you've reached your limit, haven't you?"

"I'm still got plenty of time on my hands! Unlike you, a kid with no experience!"

The tall, beautiful woman forced a defiant smile, but the strange burning sensation in her lower abdomen was unbearable.

"I don't mind doing this kind of thing that 'only adults can do' a few more times!"

——This is a lie!

She had indeed reached her limit; she felt her entire body was filled, and any more would overflow.

But she believed that Iori wasn't in much better shape either; after fighting for so long, both of them had been completely exhausted in terms of physical strength and stamina...

How could I admit defeat in something like this? It's a matter of dignity!

"Come again!"

"Okay!"

Iori smirked: "I'll play along!"

He was now shirtless, his well-proportioned and explosive muscles, like those of a large feline, glistening with sweat, exuding a masculine charm that was completely different from his usual self, making him a perfect match for the tall beauty beside him.

"Then get ready... and begin!"

call!

call!

The movements were incredibly swift; the two opened their mouths, greedily and forcefully demanding the sweet saliva. The hot substance flowed into their bodies, causing the boy to grit his teeth and endure, while the beauty let out a soft moan—

boom!

boom!

The large wine cups slammed onto the table with a loud thud, and someone immediately gathered them up and stacked them on the towering "spire" to the side, while simultaneously chanting:

"The twenty-second cup!"

These words immediately caused an uproar in the surrounding area:

"How...how astonishing! Twenty-two cups! Are these two people's stomachs bottomless pits?!"

"A legend! This is simply a legend!"

"Strong, the strongest, who else can do that? Who the hell can do that?!"

"Ku! That's a real man!"

Gudu~Gudu~

Gudu~Gudu~

"what!"

"what!"

After finishing their drinks, Iori and Yoruichi looked at each other simultaneously. In that brief moment of eye contact, they felt each other's burning fighting spirit and unyielding will!

"I never expected you could fight to this extent against me, the number one drinker in Seireitei... You've got some skills!"

"What 'number one drinking champion'? That's just self-proclaimed, isn't it?"

Iori retorted sharply: "I don't like drinking, but if it can make someone realize their own limitations, then I don't mind taking it seriously."

"You're just spouting nonsense!"

Yoruichi grinned maliciously, "The real show is just beginning!"

"come on!"

"Lord Shihōin!"

"Lord Aizen!"

"We absolutely mustn't lose!"

...After one glass after another, the effects of alcohol were secondary; the sheer amount of alcohol consumed had already reached a considerable level.

The wine cups were the kind that were large and shallow, so they looked like a lot but were actually just so-so. But no matter what, after drinking more than forty cups in one go, both of their bellies visibly bulged.

Even though Yoruichi is known for her voracious appetite and is considered a semi-gluttonous eater, she could no longer continue...

She has already used some "tricks," such as using spiritual pressure changes to put her body into a certain state, raising her body temperature and accelerating her metabolism, causing a lot of alcohol to be excreted through sweat.

Otherwise, even if she forced herself not to get drunk, her stomach would reach its limit after about twenty cups.

The sparse rising mist made her look like she was in a sauna, and her healthy wheat-colored skin was even more moist and radiant, making it truly captivating.

But in any case, she is now in a desperate situation... No matter how much she increases her metabolism, there is a limit. Now, apart from inducing vomiting, there is no way to expel these large amounts of alcohol.

Moreover, she also had a secret she couldn't tell anyone.

"I don't believe you can hold back... or hold on any longer!" Yoruichi's cheeks were flushed, and for some reason, she was crossing her legs, but the corners of her mouth were still up in a smile.

"Then you've underestimated me!"

Iori smiled confidently: "I can drink with you all day long!"

"Well!"

When Yoruichi couldn't see the angle, Iori would occasionally use his left hand to grasp the Ama-no-Murakumo hanging at his waist.

There's nothing strange about that. Zanpakuto are a Shinigami's second life, and many Shinigami have an unconscious habit of holding their swords.

—But Iori had a clear purpose.

Each time, he would activate the water-based divine nature inherent in the divine sword, drawing out some of the water from his body and letting it dissipate... If you looked closely, you would see that the ground around him was wet, just like the grass on a summer morning.

Using this method, let alone forty bowls, even four hundred bowls would be no problem!

Won!

This time, there is no doubt that Iori will win!

"Miss Yoruichi, nothing in this world can escape my eyes."

Now that Iori had grasped the knife, his enhanced perception allowed him to notice Yoruichi's unusual behavior and deduce the problem she was facing, which boosted his confidence.

"So I know... you're itching to settle down and take care of your 'life's most important matters'!"

"What...you!" Yoruichi's face turned even redder, but she stubbornly gritted her teeth and refused to admit it.

Because it was agreed before the bet started that there was no time limit for this competition, but it could only be completed at the dinner table, and leaving the dinner table would be considered as voluntarily giving up.

"It's not too late to admit defeat now."

Iori smiled dismissively: "If it 'leaks out' here, then your life as a Grim Reaper and a nobleman will end!"

“…You’re right.” Yoruichi closed her eyes, seemingly helpless as well.

"I have no choice."

"Okay, so you admit it—"

"There's no other choice but to do this!"

Yoruichi opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in his orange-yellow pupils: "Utsusemi!"

Ok?

Everyone was astonished to find that Yoruichi had moved a foot away out of thin air, and it seemed that she had used Shunpo... but they had no idea what she was doing.

However, as long as Yoruichi stays at the table, the match will continue.

Having moved just a foot, Yoruichi's expression turned serious. She gave Iori a defiant smile with a resolute look in her eyes, her white teeth exuding an aura of fearlessness that inspired awe.

"...What did you do?"

Iori blinked. He clearly sensed that Yoruichi's physical condition hadn't changed, but her aura and attitude...

Was that an empty cicada just now?

The Empty Cicada is an extremely advanced Instant Step technique. It involves removing a piece of clothing and leaving it in place while the person has already moved to another location. This technique can confuse the enemy and also provides greater speed... Iori has learned this technique, so she knows the details very well.