"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.
The old and majestic voice echoed in the dojo:
"I need 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 statement is very reasonable, right?"
After the words 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 admire him.
This assessment battle hasn't even started yet, and he has already established himself as the captain.
You kid, you are really brave!
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.
Yamamoto Genryusai, who was about to have an attack of desire, was stopped.
Anyone with a normal mind.
No one would be provocative in this situation.
But obviously.
This third officer of Division 9 is very abnormal.
Just from the rumors about Seireitei, we can get a glimpse of it.
Which god of death would call activities such as one hundred push-ups and ten kilometers of long-distance running every day a spiritual 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 needs to depend on the situation.”
"I won't argue with you this time. Get ready to start the assessment battle!"
When he found that he could not achieve his goal of suppressing Sufeng, he redirected everyone's attention to today's theme.
Assessment battle!
The battle to decide who will be the captain of Division 9!
When the captain, deputy captain, fourth officer, sixth officer and seventh officer were all wiped out.
Only Tsunayashiro Sufeng and Tosen Kaname are left who are qualified to compete.
"Five seats in the East Immortal."
Sufeng cast his gaze on Dongxian Yao not far away, and smiled gently, "Are you ready?"
Faced with the provocation, Dong Xian remained silent and simply placed his right hand on the scabbard on his left side.
In the completely white pupils, no change in emotion could be detected.
Everything about him is hidden under the bone-like mask.
"It's quite an imposing aura."
Kyōraku Shunsui held his hat, his lazy eyes wandering between the two of them.
"In that case, let's get started."
The moment the words fell.
Two majestic spiritual pressures exploded instantly, forming substantial pillars of light that surged across the dojo.
Under the impact of this spiritual pressure, the stone slab under his feet made an overwhelming sound, showing spider web-like cracks.
The strong wind roared, stirring up the wind and sweeping across the entire dojo.
The onlookers, both the captain and the team members, all showed shocked expressions.
In fact, some of the chief officers from other divisions were even dumbfounded, looking like they couldn't believe the reality.
We are all obviously teachers, so why are you two secretly making up lessons?
Everything is fine, but such a level of spiritual pressure suddenly bursts out. How can we continue to fish?
All the officials looked at each other and saw the depressed look on each other's faces.
On the other hand, the captains, who were in the audience, looked at the huge spiritual pressure like a beam of light with appreciative eyes, and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
"The spiritual pressure of the two chief officers has actually reached the captain level."
"It seems that whoever wins is qualified to serve as the captain of the ninth division."
"It has only been three years since Sufeng Sanxi joined the Ninth Division. He is truly worthy of the name of a genius."
Substantial spiritual pressure.
Confronted in the dojo.
Faintly, a blazing pillar 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 their throats were being strangled.
Facing Dongxian Want, Sufeng was not careless.
He has been self-disciplined for a long time, and now he needs a qualified opponent to weigh his level of combat power at this time.
Dong Xian Yao is undoubtedly very suitable.
"Three Sufeng seats, please be careful."
Dong Xian must adhere to the principle of competition and not forget to remind him before the battle.
A bright light flashed on its left side, and it unsheathed in a flash, making a clear sound, and flew straight into the wind.
Its momentum was swift and fierce, like a roaring wind, sweeping across the entire dojo in an instant!
when!
The sound of gold and iron interlacing vibrated and echoed.
Under the bone mask, a look of surprise appeared on Dongxian Yao's calm face.
The majestic power coming from the Zanpakutō is completely unlike 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 slightly raised, and a confident temperament radiated from his body, adding a bit of charm to him.
His strength is not limited to the spiritual pressure level.
While completing the task of self-discipline, the essence of the soul will occasionally be enhanced.
Not much though.
But over time, the already tough soul becomes stronger.
This also makes Sufeng almost unable to find an opponent who can 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 have lightning dancing around them.
"Five seats in the East Immortal."
boom!
The vast power exploded, and Dongxian flew backwards instantly.
He immediately plunged the blade into the ground with his backhand, plowing a deep ravine directly.
"Were you completely crushed in terms of strength?"
Tōsen Kaname stood up while muttering to himself, holding his Zanpakutō high in his right hand, standing upright in front of him, and strong spiritual pressure fluctuations bloomed around him.
In Sufeng's field of vision, the person in front seemed to have all the colors suddenly wiped out, leaving only pale 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!"
