Bleach: Seireitei's self-disciplined captain

"Twenty-seven minutes late."

Yamamoto Genryusai's face was expressionless, and wisps of hot breath were rising around him.

While distorting the spirits in the air, it also made several captains subconsciously stay away from him again.

As the existence with the highest value of force at present.

Even if Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto only released a little bit of heat, it would be enough to keep ordinary captains away.

The slightly narrowed eyes slowly opened, and the bright firelight flashed in the pupils.

An old and majestic voice echoed in the dojo:

"The old man needs a reasonable explanation."

Facing the pressure of momentum, Sufeng still maintained a gentle smile.

To a certain extent, at this time, he was somewhat similar to the new captain of the fifth division, Sosuke Aizen.

"Practice."

Sufeng responded with an attitude that was neither humble nor arrogant, "Self-discipline practice is the only way to become stronger."

"After all, a weak captain is not what Soul Society wants to see."

"This remark is reasonable, right?"

After the voice fell, silence remained in the dojo.

Different eyes looked at Sufeng from different angles, most of them expressed admiration.

He dared to reveal the existence of his theory even when the captain was about to explode.

It was enough to make them feel admirable.

This assessment battle hasn't even started yet, and he has already established himself as the captain.

You boy, you are really brave enough!

as expected.

As soon as these words came out, Yamamoto Genryusai's old face turned even darker.

Even the expression on Dong Xian Kaname's face not far away was not good.

It's just that because this guy is a black charcoal, he can't tell the color of his expression.

This reason.

Let Yamamoto Genryuzai, who was about to explode, stagnate.

But anyone with a normal mind.

They will not be provocative under such circumstances.

But obviously.

The third officer of the Ninth Division is very abnormal.

Just from the rumors about Seireitei, we can get a glimpse of it.

Which god of death calls behaviors such as one hundred push-ups and ten-kilometer long-distance running every day as practice?

To this extent, even a person from the Spiritual Arts Institute can easily achieve it!

"Barely reasonable."

Yamamoto Genryusai's momentum restrained, and his old voice echoed in the dojo.

"But practice also depends on the situation."

"I won't argue with you this time. Get ready to start the assessment battle!"

When he found that the goal of suppressing Sufeng could not be achieved, he turned everyone's attention back to today's topic.

Assessment battle!

The battle to determine the position of captain of the 9th Division!

In the event that the captain, vice-captain, fourth officer, sixth officer, and seventh officer are all wiped out.

Only Tsunayashiro Sokaze and Tōsen Kao are left to compete.

"Five seats in the East Immortal."

Su Feng cast his eyes on Tōsen Kaname not far away, and smiled gently, "Are you ready?"

Facing the provocation, Tōsen remained silent, and just put his right hand on the scabbard on the left.

In the all-white pupils, even the slightest emotional change could not be noticed.

Everything about him is hidden under the bone-like mask.

"It's pretty aggressive."

Jingle Chunshui helped himself with his straw hat, his lazy eyes lingered between the two of them.

"In that case, let's get started."

The moment the words fell.

Two majestic spiritual pressure burst out in an instant, forming a materialized beam of light, stirring above the dojo.

Under the impact of this spiritual pressure, the stone slab under his feet made an overwhelmed sound, showing a series of cobweb-like cracks.

The gust of wind whistling, stirring the wind, swept across the entire dojo.

The onlookers, no matter the captain or the team members, all showed shocked expressions.

In fact, some of the chief executives of other teams were even more stunned, as if they couldn't believe the reality.

Everyone is clearly the chief officer, why are you two secretly making up lessons?

All right, such a sudden burst of spiritual pressure, how can we continue to fish?

All the officers looked at each other, and they all saw the depressed look on each other's faces.

On the contrary, the captains of the audience looked at the huge Reiatsu like a beam of light with admiring eyes, and couldn't help admiring it.

"The spiritual pressure of the two chief executives has actually reached the captain level."

"It seems that no matter who wins, he is qualified to be the captain of the ninth squad."

"It's only been three years since the third seat of Sufeng joined the ninth team. He really deserves the name of a genius."

Substantial spiritual pressure.

Confronted on the dojo.

Indistinctly, a scorching beam of light formed, tearing apart the surrounding air.

The team members watching the battle from a distance felt an unspeakable sense of suffocation, as if they were being strangled by the throat.

Facing Dong Xianyao, Su Feng was not careless.

He has been self-disciplined for a long time, but at this time he also needs a qualified opponent to weigh his combat power level at this time.

Dongxian Yao is undoubtedly very suitable.

"Three Seats Su Feng, please be careful."

Dongxian must adhere to the principle of learning from each other, and don't forget to remind him before the battle.

A bright light flickered on its left side, Qian Da came out of its sheath in an instant, made a clear sound, and went straight to Su Feng.

Its momentum is swift and fierce, like a howling wind, sweeping the entire dojo in an instant!

when!

The sound of gold and iron interlacing vibrates and reverberates.

Under the bone mask, a touch of surprise appeared on Dongxian Yao's calm face.

The majestic power coming from Zanpakuto is not at all like what a normal Shinigami should have.

And it is still increasing, as if there is no upper limit!

The corners of Sufeng's mouth were raised slightly, and his confident temperament was radiated on him, which added a bit of charm to him.

His strength is not limited to the spiritual pressure level.

Occasionally, the essence of the soul is elevated while completing self-discipline tasks.

Not much though.

But over time, the already tough soul became stronger.

This also made Su Feng almost unable to find an opponent who could fight him under the same spiritual pressure.

"This level of power..."

"It's far from enough to serve as the captain of Division 9."

Su Feng's pupils seemed to be dancing with thunder.

"Five seats in the East Immortal."

boom!

The power of vastness erupted, and Dongxian wanted to fly backwards in an instant.

He immediately plunged the blade into the ground with his backhand, plowing out a deep ravine.

"Were you completely crushed in terms of strength?"

Tōsen stood up while muttering to himself, raised Zanpakutō with his right hand, and stood upright in front of his body, strong spiritual pressure fluctuations bloomed all over his body.

In Su Feng's field of vision, the person in front seemed to have been wiped of all colors suddenly, leaving only light black and white.

At this moment, the world fell into silence.

The clear sound of insects echoed in the dojo.

Dongxian raised the blade in his hand, and the spiritual pressure vibrated on it. The buzzing of insects was mixed with a low declaration of war.

"Cry, clear the insects!"