Chapter 189 Yamamoto’s Cooking Skills

"There's really nothing I can do against you."

Ru Yueming shook his head and laughed, then stretched out his hand and pulled, and the intact Death Tyrant costume was immediately torn to pieces, revealing his strong upper body, with distinct muscle lines, showing the ultimate sense of strength.

Before Yumichika Ayasekawa could speak, the two of them were fighting each other with their fierce looks evident.

His posture is more exaggerated than the battle between Komamura and Madarame.

Madarame, who was lying on the ground, looked at the scene in front of him in astonishment. Before he could figure out what happened, a big furry hand had already picked him up.

The team members who were watching and cheering were very skillful in operating on the nearby metal stand.

Suddenly, the surrounding ground cracked, and a new ghost barrier rose from the cracks, directly surrounding the two people who were facing Todoroki.

Design plan by Kisuke Urahara.

Considering that a certain two guys did not consider the fruits of other people's labor when fighting, in order to prevent excessive overtime, he set up multiple tunnel-binding barrier release devices in the team building.

It's a fool-like operation that even Ruyue Ming can easily handle.

Madarame Ikkaku, who was helped to the side, stood with Yumichika Ayasegawa, staring dumbfounded at the extremely brutal battle in front of him.

Kenpachi Zaraki, who occupied an extremely important position in his mind, was being pressed to the ground and rubbed.

Even though the golden spiritual pressure was burning like fire, it still couldn't withstand the violence and ravage of the young man.

Zaraki Kenpachi smiled ferociously, and his beast-like aura burst out wantonly. The ferocious aura carried the violent serrated sword and struck it straight towards Ruyue Ming.

The attack that was enough to split an ordinary god of death into two instantly fell on Ru Yueming's body, leaving only a white mark.

It sounded almost at the same time, and there was a sound like the collision of steel.

After resisting Zaraki Kenpachi's sword forcefully, Kisaragi Ming did not hesitate and also slashed with his backhand.

As if he wanted to imitate Ru Yueming, this ferocious beast-like man actually stood still and tried to resist the blow.

Then--

The exposed chest was immediately split into ferocious cracks, and thick and hot blood immediately burst out, filling the huge venue with a strong smell of blood.

Seeing this, Madarame Ikkaku immediately became anxious and hurried up to prepare to stop the fight.

But before he took a step, he was pulled by Komamura, and a rough voice explained:

"Don't worry, this is how Zaraki fights."

"Captain, he is very measured in his actions."

As soon as these words came out, Madarame's eyes widened. Just when he was about to retort, he heard a violent roar from the front.

Fierce excitement!

At this moment, instinct takes over the battle!

A ferocious scarlet color appeared in those narrow pupils. Zaraki Kenpachi lifted the serrated sword from Kisaragi Akira's shoulder and fell into madness.

The chaotic slashing techniques attack the vital points of the figure in front.

Zaraki Kenpachi seems to be born to fight. He doesn't know the way of the sword, let alone what dodge is.

Every change in his movements is for a better attack.

The blood gradually soaked it, and the black Death Tyrant suit was covered with sticky plasma. There were hideous wounds everywhere. It looked like he was about to die, but in fact, his face was full of joyful smiles like an evil ghost.

This is right!

Only when fighting can Zaraki Kenpachi feel that he is real.

How wonderful!

When fighting this guy, you don't have to worry about whether you will kill him due to excessive force. You just need to enjoy the battle.

Zaragi, who had no idea how old he was, once again felt alive.

Letting your life wander on the edge of a knife's edge, this ultimate immersion cannot be replaced by anything.

There is no need to think about anything else, there are only two things left in my mind at this time.

One is to chop the person in front of you to death, the other is——

He was hacked to death by the person in front of him!

"Haha, captain, use your full strength!"

Zaraki's spiritual pressure surged again, and the golden spiritual pressure turned into a substantial beam of light that shot straight into the sky, rendering the entire blue sky.

Like the sun rising.

Ru Yueming grinned: "Okay."

As soon as he finished speaking, a Zanpakutō flew out in a circle and sank directly into the messy grass beside him.

The blade of the sword was shaking violently, as if it was conveying some bad message.

Outside the barrier, Yumichika Ayasegawa's scalp was already numb.

With his knowledge, he simply couldn't understand why a Shinigami would abandon his Zanpakutō in battle.

Madarame, on the other hand, looked thoughtful when he saw this scene.

The Komamura Left Front beat him in the same way just now.

Even his movements were exactly the same as that of the young man, as if they were carved from the same mold.

Seeing this, Zaraki Kenpachi burst out with a ferocious smile, and slashed at Akira Kisaragi for the last time, as if he was taking the last puff of the last cigarette in the cigarette box.

The fist bones broke through the air, and the long knife slashed.

The loud noise covered everything, and the whole world seemed to be silent for an instant.

Immediately.

The deafening noise and majestic impact turned into waves, which suddenly spread in the roar. The wanton aftermath tore the earth apart, and black soil swept into the sky.

The strong wind was like a knife, slashing hard at the ghost path barrier, causing ripples layer by layer.

Thanks to Urahara Kisuke's precise calculations and the assistance of the Oni Daoist Priest Gribi Tessai, who asked for help from the Oni Daoist community, the 11th Division's team building has the strongest defensive barrier in the entire Seireitei.

Even if the two people fighting are Yamamoto and Akira Kisaragi, Urahara Kisuke is confident that he can survive the aftermath of the first round.

The fist bone, burning with deep purple flames, severely broke the long serrated knife in Zaraki's hand, and without any hesitation, he hit the chest cavity full of ferocious scars until it collapsed.

The sound of broken bones made the gums of the two people outside the venue sore and their scalps numb.

They have experienced many battles, but this is the first time they have seen one as wild as Akira Koshizuki and Kenpachi Zaraki.

What is even more incomprehensible is that since his last defeat at the hands of Zaraki Kenpachi, Madarame has been practicing hard, wishing he could spend 25 hours sharpening himself twenty-four hours a day.

But even so, he still couldn't keep up with Zaraki Kenpachi and couldn't catch up.

But such a terrifying existence was beaten beyond recognition by the young man, fell to the ground, and could not get up again.

Seeing this, bursts of cheers erupted in the team building, and the big guys gave out excited cheers.

"As expected of the captain!"

"Oh, Lord Palace Commander, we respect and love your mouth and teeth!"

"The king is invincible in the world!"

Looking at Zaragi lying on the ground, looking like he was about to die soon, Ruyue Ming did not hesitate to praise:

"Not bad, much better than before."

"If you continue at this rate, you will soon be able to see my true strength."

Hearing this, Zaragi grinned and showed an ugly smile:

"When that day comes, I will definitely chop you to death."

Ru Yueming also grinned: "We'll see!"

The two people's eyes collided in the air, and their substantive fighting spirit burst out wantonly.

Soon, several big guys came forward and skillfully carried away Zaraki Kenpachi who was covered in blood.

This kind of battle has happened more than once.

Every time Zaraki challenged Kozuki Ming, he would be beaten to the point where he could no longer take care of himself, or even be seriously injured and on the verge of death.

But he was still happy with it, and whenever his hands felt itchy, he would find an excuse to challenge Ru Yueming.

Team 11 is used to this.

Looking at Kisaragi Akira walking towards him, Yumichika Ayasekawa forced a smile on his pale face.

It was difficult for him to connect the kind-faced young man in front of him with the person who just beat Zaraki Kenpachi violently.

If it weren't for the blood stains still stained on his death armor, Yumichika Ayasekawa would even suspect that everything that just happened was an illusion.

"Captain, may I ask what are the requirements for joining Team 11?"

While Yumichika was still struggling, Madarame Ikkaku next to him had already asked a suicide question.

His expression was resolute, and his eyes were full of yearning for the 11th Squadron.

Hearing this, Ru Yueming raised the corners of her mouth and showed what she thought was a kind smile:

"The 11th Squadron is nothing more than two words: Be loyal to your superiors and be loyal to your friends!"

Madarame's eyes lit up.

Is there any place more suitable for him than here? The answer is no.

Team 11 is the ideal paradise!

Without any hesitation, Madarame Ikkaku immediately chose to join the 11th Division.

As his inseparable gay friend, Ayase Kawa Yumichika had no choice but to join.

Although these eleven squads did not meet his aesthetic requirements at all.

Having gained two generals again, Ru Yueming's lips almost reached her ears.

The 11th Division is growing day by day, and the day to overthrow the tyranny of Yamamoto is not far away!

…………

"idiot!"

Yamamoto's deafening roar came from the first team, and soon an explosion of flames like the scorching sun rose into the sky, burning half of the room into ashes.

Two people, an old man and a young man, were wrestling shirtless in the dojo. The violent spiritual pressure surged like an ocean, and the astonishing air waves surged away. The wooden boards flew away, the wall bricks collapsed, and the ghost barrier created ripples.

"How dare you go to the broken world without my permission!"

Yamamoto glared at the unscrupulous disciple in front of him, covering up his shock well with his anger.

It had been a long time since he had fought with this kid, and his strength actually showed a trend of skyrocketing again.

Even eating pig feed can't be so outrageous, right?

"Slander, absolute slander!"

Kisaragi Ming was still speaking harshly, the muscles on his back were taut, and the strength of his whole body exploded, resisting Yamamoto's full suppression.

Deep purple flames and red flames intertwined in the dojo, causing the surrounding temperature to rise uncontrollably.

While resisting Yamamoto's tyranny, Kisaragi Akira worked hard to recall the details of the recent period, trying to find where the mistakes were made.

The only ones who knew about this were Aizen, Urahara Kisuke and Nirvana.

A good brother will definitely not betray himself, he has this confidence.

Kisuke Urahara was evil-minded but not courageous. What's more, he was busy with other scientific research projects day and night and had no time to report.

As for Nirvana, it is even more impossible.

This guy is already immersed in his sleep plan and can't extricate himself.

Just when he was thinking hard.

Yamamoto's spiritual pressure exploded, he pushed Ruyue Ming away, and then took out a handful of gray fabric from the belt around his waist.

"Humph, I never slander others."

"Boy, what do you think this is?"

With a shake of his hand, a damaged feather fabric appeared with a huge "Eleven" written on it.

Ru Yueming took a closer look and frowned:

"It seems familiar."

Yamamoto immediately stopped breathing and said angrily: "Idiot, I ask you, where is your captain Yuori?!"

"Could this be someone else's Yuori?"

Kisaragi Ming whispered: "Maybe it's Senior Brother Ukitake's Haori..."

Yamamoto took a deep breath, trying to suppress his soaring blood pressure.

But after trying it a few times, he found it was futile.

Then, the fight between old and young started again in the dilapidated dojo.

When Kisaragi sat in the tea room with a bruised nose and a swollen face, Yamamoto had already vented most of his anger.

But almost at the same time, surprise resurfaced in my heart.

No one knows this idiot disciple better than him. It was clear that when he beat this kid not long ago, he didn't need to use much force.

But in the blink of an eye, without using Liu Ren Ruo Huo, he was unable to suppress Ru Yueming immediately.

This exaggerated rate of progress has exceeded Yamamoto's knowledge for thousands of years.

Throughout the history of Soul Society, there has never been a being who has made as much progress as Kirara Ming.

"Tell me, why are you going to Duanjie?"

Yamamoto warmed up a pot of tea with Ryukenwaka. While picking up the teapot, he took out a few sweet potatoes from under the table and placed them on them.

The flames danced, scorching the scorched skin.

"Break the world, um, break the world..."

Big beads of sweat seeped out from his pores, Ru Yueming racked her brains, trying to find a justifiable reason to fool the old man.

However, he is a sincere person and rarely lies, but when he is in battle, he can't think of anything.

"If you really can't think of it, don't think about it."

Yamamoto shook his head helplessly, "Let's drink tea first."

He didn't deliberately restrain Ru Yueming, mainly because as a special space that isolates the three realms, the danger is still very high.

Even the researchers of Division 12 who often observe the broken world rarely stay in the broken world.

Once lost, you may never come back.

What's more serious is that once encountering a sudden or unexpected situation, even a captain-level Shinigami will find it difficult to escape unscathed.

If you are not careful, you will be swallowed by it and die in it.

Fortunately, although this stupid disciple has no brains, he is quite lucky.

If you don't want to say it, just let him go.

As long as the person is fine.

During his meditation.

Ru Yueming quietly reached out and took out a sweet potato from the blazing flames, peeling it off skillfully and taking a bite.

The golden flesh is sweet and delicious, and under the softness, a burst of heat fills the mouth.

Even though Ruyue Ming was used to eating the luminous dishes made by Aizen, she had to hold out her thumb and praise:

"As expected of Soul Society's strongest Shinigami, the roasted sweet potato is up to you!"

Yamamoto accepted the compliment with peace of mind, then took another sweet potato and peeled it while saying:

"Tomorrow is the wedding of the eldest son of the Kuchiki family."

"I've been busy recently, so why don't you go there on my behalf?"

Ru Yueming raised his head and asked in surprise:

"Kuchiki Sojun?"