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

These four men were the minister's personal bodyguards and also his most effective assassins, helping him eliminate many of his political enemies.

By the way, the minister and his son Sheila both practiced martial arts in the Royal Fist Temple, and the Four Rakshasa Ghosts are the most outstanding successors of the Royal Fist Temple. It is hard to say whether it is because of this fate that they came to serve the minister.

Maybe Huang Quanji is also one of the minister's supporters.

"It seems that Ernest has had enough of me."

Iori had no sense of being outnumbered, and was even in the mood to tease, "Or has that guy collected enough money and thought it was time to 'set things right' and hand me over to silence Youyou?"

"..."

The four Rakshasa ghosts did not answer Iori's question. A cute, revealing girl with wheat-colored skin on the wall said to her companions very cautiously: "This guy injured Linglu in an instant. She is the second fastest among us... This time the target is not an ordinary person."

"Because he's an expert, we are needed! Let's attack together. It will be troublesome if his subordinates don't react!"

A burly man who looked like Monk Sha stepped on the bricks and stones and smashed them towards Iori like a thousand-pound boulder!

His hands and feet were unusually large, and his fists were clenched like hammers.

Bang!

The strong wind blew away the dust around him, Iori's body shook, and the floor tiles under his feet immediately cracked and flew away!

However, he only raised one hand to block the strong man's fists, and did not show any effort in the head-on collision.

"Hmm? One-handed!"

He seemed to regard Iori's use of one hand to fight the enemy as a kind of contempt. His self-esteem was hurt and he activated all the muscles in his body out of anger. His whole body suddenly became larger and he burst out with brute force comparable to that of a dangerous species.

The strong man named Zhu Tian had veins popping out on his temples: "Do you look down on me?!

"Royal Fist Hundred Splits..."

A normal-sized fist had already been imprinted on Zhu Tian's left chest at some point.

【White Beat·One Bone】

hum! ! !

Tough skin that can withstand the blows of swords and knives, indestructible muscles as hard as granite, bones more reliable than steel... This body that has been tempered through thousands of trials and tribulations and can defend against all attacks is now as fragile as tofu!

The invisible energy created visible spiral ripples on Zhu Tian's body. The strangling fist force ignored his body's defenses and twisted and crushed all tissues it touched!

In an instant, with his fist as the center, most of the sturdy man's chest was occupied by spiral wrinkles, and his eyes were instantly dyed red.

Bang!

The sound of breaking wind did not sound until now, and Zhu Tian was knocked away directly as if he had just reacted. He knocked down a corner of the wall and was silent since then.

The remaining two ghosts didn't even have time to attack before their companion was killed in just one encounter!

Even so, Iori was still not satisfied:

The same move can have very different effects when used by different people.

Although he is pretty good, he can only barely display the basics of this move, and is still far from being a captain.

"Yes what's the matter?"

Iori acted faster than he talked, and he punched Zhu Tiancai to death and said faintly, "Let me look up to you - do you deserve it?"

"monster!"

The petite girl Ma Tou turned around and ran away without even thinking!

He attacked faster than Linglu and killed Zhu Tian with one punch. This terrifying speed and strength was far beyond the imagination of the four Rakshasa ghosts. Even though "Ji", the strongest of the four ghosts, had not yet made a move, Ma Tou didn't think the result would be any different.

What kind of monster is this! Is it a super dangerous humanoid?

Of course, she didn't know that Iori himself had accumulated a lot of basic attributes through CG, and daily training and fighting would allow him to go further. Coupled with the talent of [Perfect Death God], his attainments in white fighting (physical skills) far exceeded the normal vice-captain level.

Ma Tou is the youngest of the four Rakshasa ghosts and has the least experience. She simply treats this as a job, including accepting orders to kill people. She is not a psychopath.

When she encountered an enemy that was completely beyond her capabilities and saw her stronger companions being killed instantly, it was natural for her to choose to escape.

Just a few hundred a month... No, the minister does give a lot, but you have to be alive to spend it!

However, the horse didn't run far. She, who was always proud of her agility, encountered an extremely unreasonable guy this time.

For Iori, who used instant step to rush in front of her, the horse's head seemed to be about to rush into his arms, and Iori also gave her a roundhouse kick in a gentlemanly manner.

boom!

The horse's head rolled out like a bird with a broken wing and hit the ground hard. Before he could react, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

I didn't see it at all! How come it was so fast? Is this guy a ghost?

"Wait! I don't want to die yet!"

The girl struggled and shouted: "I know a lot of ministers' secrets, you will definitely be interested!"

"Ok?"

Iori didn't expect that the professional killer would give in so easily, and was a little surprised.

He didn't put himself in her shoes. Ma Tou was indeed a professional killer, and he had integrity and backbone. If it were any other opponent, he would not surrender easily even if he lost, but Iori... had completely shattered her pride and reserve!

Just like how the villains surrendered to Dio upon seeing him - humans will succumb to things beyond their knowledge.

Iori showed no mercy to the trembling Ma Tou. He casually shot out a white lightning that electrocuted her to death. Then he turned his head and looked at "Ji", who had neither taken action nor run away.

"Why are you just standing there watching?"

"…Sorry, I was so engrossed in it."

The shirtless man with a Hong Kong comic-style evil smile on his face stared at Iori with eyes that seemed to be spitting fire.

“Great… Oh… Great!! Such concise and powerful boxing, such beautiful kicking, and such seamless breathing… Oh, perfect!

Weird moves, unimaginable body movements, strange strength that doesn't match your appearance... How many wonderful things are there in you? You are simply a treasure. I am so excited!"

"………………ah?"

“I’m obsessed with you, honey!

Quick! Hit me! Attack me with your strongest move!"

The man laughed crazily, leaped up and rushed towards Iori at an incredibly fast speed: "Let me fall in love with you completely!"

Iori: “???????”

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PS: Counting from the first order, I have about six chapters to return to you. Today is the first chapter. I will return it slowly in the future and I will definitely return it to you all(^o^)/~

Volume 58: The White Moonlight of the Entire Seireitei: Chapter : Red Eyes: Escape is shameful but useful!

This was the most "creepy" battle for Iori since he came to "Akagi Kill", but the result was not unexpected.

Even though Ji was known as the strongest among the Four Rakshasa demons, and through physical transformation and physical training, he was able to perfectly control every muscle and every joint, and even his body hair could become as hard as steel needles, but he still lost to Iori without any suspense.

The reason is also very simple:

Pure power disparity.

The four Rakshasas eat the body tissues of dangerous species, then use secret techniques to temper their bodies, thus using their flesh as weapons and developing all sorts of strange and sinister moves.

If an ordinary person fights against it, he will be defeated if he is not careful because of its bizarre movements and unexpected attack methods. After all, no one would think that things like nails and hair can become sharp weapons.

Iori's physical skills are inherited from the Maou Spiritual Academy, and its root is old man Yamamoto's "Gen-ryu". This style pursues "pure, simple and unpretentious power", which is completely opposite to the Four Rakshasa Demons.

Of course, this does not mean that "Gen-ryu" is so superior, but that its tough and simple fighting style is very suitable for a Shinigami like Iori who has high basic stats, all-round development, and almost no weaknesses.

For him, there is no need to think about how to deal with the moves of the Four Rakshasa Ghosts. He just needs to give full play to his own advantages and crush them with dignity!

It was also through this unharmed killing of the Four Rakshasa Demons that Iori suddenly realized one thing:

In the original work, Aizen's [Mirror Flower and Water Moon] has always been considered an extremely buggy ability, but judging from Aizen's various performances after fusing with the Hogyoku, he may hope to obtain "absolute power" rather than toy with other people's abilities.

Because this kind of impeccable power is really fascinating!

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After the attack, as agreed, Iori handed over the bodies of Ji and Zhu Tian to Mr. Fashion. These were quite rare experimental materials for him and should satisfy him for a while.

The first person to be knocked down by Iori was Linglu. She almost had her chest opened by Iori's sword and even her heart was injured, but the amazing thing was that this woman survived tenaciously and inexplicably wanted to stay with Iori.

She covered her chest and said to Iori, "The shadow of death I felt at that moment was the most satisfying experience in my life." She also hoped that Iori would not show mercy in the future and must punish her more.

“It is my greatest honor to be the general’s dog!

But Sister Esdeath is also great, how should I choose? I’m so confused~~~"

——Iori didn’t know what to say.

Although we know from the original work that she is a top-level masochist, Iori did not expect it to be so serious... We can only sigh at the racial diversity of the empire.

It seems that every time a dynasty comes to an end, there will always be some things that destroy people's worldviews. Is this what they mean by "there will be evildoers when a country is about to perish"?

As for Ma Tou, the little girl was very quick to change her identity without any psychological burden, and brought a message to Iori:

"Berrick of the An Ning Dao, this man is ostensibly the right-hand man of the An Ning Dao leader, but in reality he is a spy planted by the minister. He has been helping the minister to grasp the movements of the An Ning Dao and restricting its followers from having contact with the revolutionary army. Sooner or later he will become a serious threat to you!"

"We?" Iori asked back, "Who do you mean, the Revolutionary Army?"

"Um... isn't the sir an undercover agent of the revolutionary army?" Ma Tou blinked and asked cautiously.

"Who said I was a revolutionary?" Iori sneered.

Undercover? Have you ever seen an undercover agent aiming for the boss position from the beginning?

"Who do you belong to, then?"

Ma Tou was confused. From all the information he had come into contact with, Iori was obviously hostile to the imperial nobles, but he was not part of the revolutionary army. So who was he?

"In this chaotic era, the weak must rely on the strong to survive, but the strong don't need to care about anyone's opinion, as long as they clear the obstacles and keep moving forward."

Iori sat behind the table, leaning back calmly, and glanced at her calmly: "Which side do you think I belong to?"

"!"

Ma Tou half-knelt on the ground, staring at the pattern on the stall, and said with great respect: "Your Excellency is of course a strong man, please allow me to follow you from now on until I die!"

"……Ah."

Iori didn't really mean to scare her, but he couldn't help but laugh at her fearful reaction.

“Don’t be so scared, I’m not a moody murderer.

I consider myself to be a very tolerant boss. I never expect the genuine love of my subordinates. On the contrary, I allow you to have your own ideas, allow you to fight for your own interests, and I will reward you generously.

Constraints based on interests and rules are far more reliable than those based on affection and morality.

I only ask for two things:

Competence and obedience!

I don't care whether your souls are loyal or not, as long as your bodies can be used by me!"

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"How's Hei Tong doing lately? Is he feeling well?"

"She's recovered pretty well, thanks to the antidote you gave me. I just occasionally see the phantoms of the people she killed... I'm a little mentally weak. Anyway, I still want to thank you."

"Time will smooth out everything. With you always by her side, I believe Hei Tong will be able to adapt to a normal life."

At the appointed time, Iori used Shangri-La to transfer to the contact point near the headquarters of [Night Raid]. After he and Akahime exchanged information, they started chatting.

One should have different attitudes towards different people. Iori uses both kindness and severity in front of his subordinates, but to a pure idealist like Akame, a fighter who truly devotes himself to the darkness for the sake of the general public, the boy is much gentler and more kind.

Although he himself is not a saint, this does not prevent him from respecting such people, such as Gudako who sticks to her original heart in countless reincarnations, and Nadezhda and Akame who are willing to go through fire and water for the people.

Cooperation is cooperation, utilization is utilization, and personal feelings are personal feelings.

...Hey, why are all the people he likes beautiful women...This must be a coincidence!

"Speaking of which, we are short of manpower recently, and Hei Tong mentioned that he wanted to help me..."

"That won't work. Once you put the knife down with great difficulty, it won't be that easy to stop when you pick it up again."

Iori frowned slightly: "It's not that you don't understand this principle, but you look like you are wavering. Why?"