The third officer of the 11th Division, Madarame Ikkaku.
Advocate fighting and follow the creed that the strong is respected.
In his dictionary, there was never a word for defeat without a fight.
On the ferocious bald head, the corners of the mouth were pulled open, revealing white teeth, revealing an expression like a wild beast.
"I won't capture this captain of Division 9 easily!"
The wild spiritual pressure was raging, rolling over the grass like a storm, causing countless grass clippings to fly and dust to rise.
Madarame Ikkaku obviously didn't understand the previous assessment battle in the dojo.
Therefore, he had no idea about Sufeng's strength.
So much so that after Sufeng issued an arrest warrant for him, this guy still had the delusion of fighting to fight.
"Am I allowed to assume you were resisting arrest?"
Sufeng took out his right hand from the feather fabric and calmed down his laziness a little.
"It's up to you, Captain, what you think."
Madarame smiled ferociously, and at the same time raised the sword in the scabbard.
"If you are strong enough, you can definitely arrest me."
See this.
The soldiers of Division 11 behind him also started laughing and making noises.
"Haha, Madarame-sama, give this little brother some color."
"The gate of the 11th Division team building is our face, don't let this guy go!"
"Kill this guy and make him regret it for the rest of his life!"
It was like a scene where demons were dancing wildly.
Rukawa Teng trembled, his momentum was completely suppressed by the opponent, and he even subconsciously hid behind Su Feng.
certainly.
It's not his fault.
In the ninth division, Rukawa Fujiya is just a civilian employee, and his combat ability is quite limited.
When he came to the 11th Division team building, it was like a little white rabbit breaking into a hungry tiger's lair.
Not being frightened to death on the spot was already incredibly courageous.
On the other hand, Sufeng is still as calm as before, his expression is calm, and there is no change at all.
"Rukawa Fuji, make another note."
"The soldiers of the 11th Division are lawless and treat the captain with no respect."
Rukawa Fuji shuddered and did not dare to say anything. He just took out a pen and paper with some trembling and carefully recorded it on the file.
"Huh?" Madarame said with disdain, "Respect is for the strong."
"If you are strong enough, you will naturally win our respect."
He pointed the scabbard with a shallow sword directly at Sufeng: "Now let's calculate the cost of the destruction of the team building door!"
boom!
Madarame Ikkaku's legs bent, and his whole body flew straight into the wind like a cannonball.
The ferocious smile on the ferocious face was accompanied by the surge of substantial spiritual pressure.
The main thing is an aggressive one.
Facing the demon-like Madarame Ikkaku, Sufeng looked at him slightly and faced him head-on.
A shallow strike and a vertical chop, the air was cut instantly, and it went straight to the opponent's door.
"Thirty-nine of the Binding Dao: Round Gate Fan."
Sufeng had no intention of evading, and with a slight movement of his lips and teeth, he released Binding Dao No. 39.
With extremely clever timing, the round shield blocked the shallow attack, and several bright sparks burst out.
If it were just a draw, Madarame's strength would not be enough to break through the defense of the round gate fan.
Even if it is a broken chant, it is the same.
Caught off guard, the huge repulsive force almost bounced Madarame away.
"Ghost way..."
He stared at the circular shield in front of him, bared his teeth and said, "I hate this kind of opponent the most."
Because of the team spirit of the 11th Division, most of the team members are direct attack type Zanpakutō, and naturally they are not very good at ghost ways.
In addition, Zaraki Kenpachi, who has just been appointed, is a complete Kidou idiot.
This team spirit is also becoming more and more intense.
"It doesn't matter." Sufeng said calmly, "I will make you convinced."
As its spiritual pressure was removed, the round gate fan turned into a spirit child and merged into the atmosphere.
He didn't even draw his Zanpakuto, and directly attacked Madarame Kazuo with his bare hands.
Sufeng stepped forward and disappeared in an instant.
At this moment, Madarame was on alert, and a sense of danger arose in his heart.
Play shallowly back to defense, lying in front of you.
White fighting skills and sleeve cars.
The right arm was bent, missing the sharp shallow blow at an extremely weird angle, and landed on the opponent's face without any warning.
Madarame's eyes only felt dark, and shock almost filled his heart.
Before he could react, he heard a calm voice.
"Rough tricks and unstructured fighting style, just like wild beasts..."
Sufeng's right hand covered Madarame's face, and his spiritual pressure exploded, completely suppressing him in an instant.
"As the third seat of the combat team, it's nothing more than that."
As the words fell, there was only a crackling sound.
Boom! !
The power of his right hand exploded, and he slammed Madarame's corner onto the grass, creating a deep hole.
The ground was cracked layer by layer, with spider web-like lines covering it, and it was a mess.
There was only dead silence in the team building of the 11th Division.
The onlookers stared wide-eyed at what was happening in front of them. Their scalps felt numb and their minds went blank.
Frightened, they even forgot to breathe.
It wasn't until their faces turned red that the Death Soldiers finally realized what they were doing.
The deathly silence was broken with a sound of drooling.
"In the end what happened?!"
"Madarame-sama...lost!?"
"Impossible, it must be an illusion, how could it be..."
It's not that they can't accept Madarame's defeat, but they can't accept this unilateral ravage without the ability to fight back.
From the beginning to the end, Madarame only made two cuts.
A knife slashed at the round gate fan had no effect.
With one knife back, he didn't even touch the corner of his opponent's clothes.
The whole person was thrown onto the grass without any dignity, and a huge deep hole of several meters was made.
Even Rukawa Fuji, who had followed Sufeng, looked at the changes in front of him in astonishment.
Although he believed that Sufeng would win, wouldn't this victory be too clean?
Completely crushed!
The strength of this new captain is really too strong!
Rukawafuji's eyes shone, and his expression gradually became excited.
Sufeng, on the other hand, still looked calm, without any mood swings.
In his opinion, this unfolding was just a matter of course.
You know, his white fighting skills are at the ninth level.
Looking at this field alone, looking at the entire Soul Society, how many are stronger than him?
Even Shifouin Yoruichi and Rokusha Kensai, who are the best at fighting for nothing.
Sufeng is also confident enough to crush the two of them in all aspects of his white fighting skills.
Not to mention Madarame Ikkaku.
"The Fourth Way of Binding: This Rope."
Sufeng flicked his fingers, and a rope-like light cord made of spirit seeds flew out, instantly tying up Madarame's corner on the ground.
"Rukawa Fuji, take this guy away."
Just when Rukawa Fuji looked excited and stepped forward to take action.
Among the onlookers of the Death God soldiers, someone suddenly plucked up the courage and said:
"You, you can't just take Master Madarame away..."
Su Feng raised his eyebrows, looked at the situation, and nodded in agreement.
"Too."
"I almost forgot about you guys."
He glanced sideways at Rukawa Fuji beside him and ordered: "Take away all the most lawless ones here."
Soldier of Squadron 11: "???"
