Chapter 78 You Have Mastered the Basic Skills, Let’s Try It in Actual Combat

Looking at the shirtless old man with a white beard in front of him, Ru Yueming couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Maybe others don't know the details of Yamamoto, but he definitely understands.

Although this old man is not tall, he is barely 1.7 meters tall with his shoes on, but he is covered in sinews and flesh. In thousands of years, no Shinigami has surpassed him, and he is one of the top leaders in the Soul Society.

He is good at cutting fists and moving away ghosts.

Now having him fight with this old man with a white beard really makes people feel unsure.

Normally speaking, with Ru Yueming's current strength, she could at most be a one-nine draw with the opponent.

Yamamoto punched him, and he smiled.

"Yuanliu, the most taboo thing is to be afraid of hands and feet."

Yamamoto frowned and moved his broad arms. His terrifying muscles were beating. A powerful breath rushed towards his face, exerting a suffocating sense of oppression.

Even if any level of spiritual pressure is not released, it still gives people the fear of facing hell.

"Are you scared?"

Yamamoto said solemnly, "When you face death, you won't have this emotion!"

Having said that, there was no room for rejection. Yamamoto's broad palm suddenly stretched forward and headed directly under Kisaragi Akira's head.

A roaring sound broke through the air, and a scalding wind came oncoming.

Ru Yueming's pupils suddenly shrank, and his danger instinct exploded. The broad palm continued to enlarge in his sight, as if it occupied his entire world.

If you can't stop it, you will die!

There was no time to think. At the critical moment, Ru Yueming surrendered the hope of survival to instinct, and the secret fighting skills learned from the Sifengyuan family exploded instantly.

The five fingers caressed and clenched into fists in an instant. While moving lightly, the relatively thin fists made a harsh sound of breaking through the air, and the air waves burst out and went straight to the palms under the cover!

boom!

The fists and palms exchanged, and the fierce hurricane roared and stirred, as if the roar of explosive bombs sounded in the ears, shaking the eardrums.

The last time I fought in vain was against Shifengin Yoruichi.

Although they lost, it wasn't too bad.

Compared with before, Ruyue Ming is now more than ten times stronger!

Even if he and Yoruichi had another pointless melee fight, he could still ride on him.

However, this time the opponent was replaced by Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto.

That little boost of power is somewhat better than nothing.

This is like when you are familiar with the skills of Go and successfully passed the first level as a novice, and you are confidently prepared to face your first opponent.

Then I found out that the other person was the alpha dog.

The extreme disparity is enough to make anyone despair.

The ultimate strength and speed, as well as the appalling power-generating skills were integrated at this moment, and then continuously displayed in front of Ruyue Ming.

The movement of the muscles and bones, the activity of the muscles, are like the friction of hard iron, and the scorching heat bursts out, like a suppressed volcano.

Different from the lightness and variety of Shifengyuan's fighting techniques, Yamamoto is more straightforward and hides more power-generating techniques in his body.

When his five fingers opened, power comparable to that of a volcano burst out from them.

In an instant, there was a loud roar.

Waves of air burst out of thin air, surging forward and pressing forward.

Ru Yueming's breathing was stagnant, and even his thoughts were frozen at this moment. An existence far more powerful than any previous enemy showed his ferocity at this moment.

The air wave fell on the ground of the dojo, exploded with a bang, and the ferocious cracks were revealed.

Along with a crackling sound, the solid ground collapsed and a huge hole opened up, like a dark bloody mouth, enough to swallow a person.

Ruyue Ming dodged the blow, looked up sideways, and the fighting spirit hidden in his bones burst out.

It was not in his character to take a beating.

Even if the gap between them was so big that it was impossible to look directly at him, he would still unleash all his strength and cut off a piece of flesh on the other person's body.

His heart was beating wildly, his face was red, and his strength was constantly surging.

Facing Yamamoto who was attacking again, Ruyue Ming had no intention of evading. With an instinctive grin on his lips, he squeezed out all the power in his spirit body and blasted forward with a punch.

The moment the fists and palms were handed over, a vast sea of ​​power surged forward.

The instant collision made Ru Yueming realize what the real gap was. When the power poured into the body, it instantly filled the whole body, bit by bit, the burning and arrogant power acted on every inch of flesh and every bone. .

At this moment, Ru Yueming's pupils suddenly shrank.

Pictures were playing quickly before his eyes, and familiar scenes appeared before his eyes again.

The struggle for survival in the Inverse Bone Zone, Ise Shizune’s demure smile, the solemn ceremony when serving as palace minister, and the gentle brown-haired boy in front of the Spiritual Arts Academy...

Hallucination?

Ruyue Ming fell into a sluggish state, unable to notice any pain or even the existence of his body.

As if entering the third person, his dull and sluggish eyes stared at everything in front of him.

In this long but short moment, he clearly saw the shiny head flying away and widening the distance.

It turned out that he was flying backwards.

In the complete silence, the moon-like feet left the dilapidated floor and drew a beautiful arc in the air.

With a bewildered expression, a distance of tens of meters passed by in an instant, and finally fell like a meteor at the entrance of the dojo. The body was like a dehydrated fish, rolling, leaping, and struggling on the floor...

Until he woke up from his trance, the severe pain in his body was like putting the whole person under a stone mill and pressing him back and forth dozens of times.

It hurt so much.

It was almost impossible to breathe.

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Yamamoto calmly withdrew his momentum, put on his death suit and captain's haori again, and slowly walked to Ru Yueming, like picking up a chicken, and lifted him back to the dojo.

The whole process was familiar, as if it had been practiced countless times.

"No need to resist."

Yamamoto said lightly, "Although my Huido level is not as good as Captain Unohana, it is enough to treat your current injuries."

As he said, his old and scarred hand pressed directly on Ru Yueming's chest, starting an extremely rough treatment mode.

At this moment, Ru Yueming's face was extremely pale.

It was not because of the severity of the injury, but because he was shocked to the point that his mind was blank and he could hardly think.

Yamamoto's one-shot fight made him realize the difference in skills.

Just like when he faced Unohana Retsu's Death Sword Style, he had no power to fight back, and was beaten up one-sidedly.

Ru Yueming, who was originally gloating about stealing a few tricks from the Shifengyuan family, had only one idea in his mind this time.

After he calmed down a little, he looked up at the old and majestic face, and tears seemed to flash in the corners of his eyes:

"Coach!"

"I want to learn Yuanliu!"