Chapter 80 Backstab From Mole City

Ru Yueming slowly opened her eyes and looked sideways at the white wall next to her and the familiar elegant wall paintings.

The light fragrance and disinfectant water mixed together to form a rather complex smell.

With just one glance, he could tell where he was.

Comprehensive first aid center, ward two.

Although alarms were going off everywhere in his body, and bursts of stinging pain were constantly destroying his nerves, Ru Yueming didn't pay too much attention.

Although Yamamoto was very angry, he still had reason.

Even if he suffered a heavy blow, it would not cause too serious injuries.

Ruyue Ming looked at the ceiling and thought silently. The same punching posture, even the same force, but the damage caused was different.

The two are not on the same level at all.

In the second battle, if Yamamoto hadn't mercifully controlled his strength.

He had already exploded evenly, turning directly into a pool of sticky plasma and smearing it on the floor of the dojo, ensuring that not even a fragment as big as a little finger could be found.

Can't beat it, can't beat it.

Ru Yueming shook his head and temporarily gave up the idea of ​​going retrograde and turning against Tiangang.

He tried to move his injured body, first moving his left leg, then his right foot, then the middle one, and then his right hand...

Wait, why are you being suppressed again?

Ruyue Ming subconsciously recalled the last encounter in the ward.

In an instant, I was sweating like rain.

He turned his head stiffly, and after seeing the person beside the bed clearly, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he wasn't that big guy like Niryo Tessai.

"Long time no see, Kisaragi-san."

A gentle smile seemed to be able to heal all injuries. Unohana Retsu's hands pressed on his right hand, stroking it with the gentlest technique.

The green return light penetrates from the epidermis, activating the spiritual power contained in the cells, stimulating the activity of spiritual pressure, and maximizing the self-healing power of the spiritual body.

"I never thought you would choose to join Yuanliu."

Uozhihua Lie said softly, his black eyes slightly lowered, observing the recovery of the injury.

"And he also chose to take the initiative to learn from the captain."

"just like you……"

"Talent?" Ru Yueming asked curiously.

Maozhihualie's smile faltered slightly, and after a moment of pause, he continued:

"There are fewer and fewer children who regard death as home."

Ru Yueming's old face darkened.

What is this word?

He didn't want to do this either. It was obvious that Old Man Shan was too cruel, and he almost died with one punch.

If only this grumpy old man could be as gentle as you, would I have suffered such a serious crime?

Of course, there are some things that I only dare to think about in my heart and that I absolutely cannot say.

Ruyue Ming is not afraid of death, but this does not mean that he likes to seek death.

Of course, seeking death and seeking death cannot be reduced to the same topic.

Compared to the cruelty, the seemingly gentle woman in front of him was no worse than Yamamoto.

In a sense, it's even scarier.

"However, since you have already started practicing, it will be in vain..."

Uozhihualie changed the topic, and his gentle smile suddenly had a hint of danger.

"Then the Death Sword style must be more advanced, right?"

Ruyue Ming took a deep breath of air-conditioning and stared at the beautiful woman next to the hospital bed in astonishment, feeling a pain in her teeth.

With me, have I just stepped out of the wolf's den and into the tiger's den?

"Your injuries are not serious."

Uozhihualie let go of Ruyue Ming's right hand and ended the treatment. She leaned forward slightly, helped him press the quilt, and whispered in his ear:

"Remember to wait for me at the dojo tonight."

"I want to personally inspect your cultivation progress."

After that, she left the ward calmly and went about other official duties.

Kisaragi Akira, on the other hand, stared at the ceiling blankly, wondering what reason he could give to face Retsu Unohana's exam tonight.

Life is not easy, the young man sighed.

I hope Captain Unohana doesn't go too far tonight...

It's night, and there's a fierce battle.

The same routine as Yamamoto, a fight that makes no sense at all.

Even more extreme.

The moment Kisaragi Ming stepped into the dojo, he was greeted by sharp slashes.

The swift and wind-like moves tore through the air in an instant, adding a bit of chill to the already slightly cold night.

Although it is only a bamboo sword, its momentum is not diminished.

The heavy and sticky murderous intent rushed towards his face, making him feel as if he was not facing a bamboo sword, but a terrifying mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Under the early warning of danger instinct, Ru Yueming put aside all her thoughts, raised the bamboo knife in her hand, and faced him head-on at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye.

The essence of the Death Sword style is perfectly displayed at this moment!

Under the moonlight, the two figures kept getting closer and intertwining, like dancing partners. While their movements were opposite to each other, they also filled in their respective flaws.

Silently, as if the movement is light, countless notes collide and overlap between the blows of the bamboo knife, making the symphony's melody continue to climb until it reaches its peak...

…………

When Kisaragi Ming returned to the Spiritual Arts Academy again, he already had backache, leg cramps, and looked like he had been severely squeezed.

Even Aizen was curious whether Kisaragi Akira was going to practice or go to Rukongai to drink sake.

How could he be so weak?

"Hey, don't mention it."

As Ruyue Ming lamented, he kept tapping his calf, trying to relieve the soreness in the muscles.

Two consecutive high-intensity battles, let alone him, even the Iron Man couldn't bear it.

What's more, the crazy woman Uozhihua Retsu took out the stimulant drug she developed in order to allow herself to accompany her to fight all night long.

I drank it with coaxing and coaxing, and it didn't stop all night long.

Don't treat people as human beings at all.

When Aizen learned what happened to Kisaragi Akira, he suddenly became silent.

This guy is really lucky to be able to come back alive.

He felt that his previous thoughts were still too arbitrary.

Kisaragi Ming is indeed very strong compared to other students in the same period, and it is not a problem for one to defeat a hundred of them.

But compared to the first-class captains, especially Shigekuni Yamamoto and Retsu Unohana, he is not at the same level at all.

After this brutal attack by the two of them, he was lucky to be able to survive.

In other words, Ru Yueming can withstand such a high-intensity battle. If it were another person, he would have been admitted to the intensive care unit of the comprehensive rescue center.

Thinking of this, his eyes when he looked at Ru Yueming were filled with pity.

"By the way, the identity of the assassin who attacked us previously has been investigated."

As Kisaragi sighed, Aizen said, "Teacher Feng came here this afternoon to tell you to be careful during this period."

"What assassin?"

Ru Yueming raised his head and said doubtfully.

Aizen was silent, suddenly realizing that his best friend in front of him might have been brain-broken.

He sighed, looked at the confused young man with a little pity, and said slowly:

"You were stabbed in the back."

"The group of people who assassinated you last time were from a branch of the Mole City family. They betrayed Soul Society and joined the rebel forces..."

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