Chapter 90 Euler Euler Euler!

Shiraki Shinichi grinned, revealing his shark-like teeth, which added to his ferocity.

It was as if he heard some extremely ridiculous words, making a squeaking sound, like the roar of an engine.

"I didn't expect that the brats in the Spiritual Arts Academy would be so arrogant now."

"Who gave you the confidence, Yuan Liu?"

"ridiculous!"

As he spoke, the muscles on his body expanded little by little, until all the shackles that had lost the blessing of the ghost spell were broken, and the terrifying spiritual pressure was constantly released like a surging tide.

There is no doubt that he has deputy captain level spiritual pressure, and is even just a little short of breaking through to captain level.

Just by facing the opponent directly, you can detect the coldness contained in the spiritual pressure.

If a monster like this hadn't been taken into custody, he might have become the new Death Captain.

Even now, it still brings a sense of crisis that shines brightly like the moon on my back.

The opponent was stronger than the original Black Kisha Daxu, not only because of the difference in spiritual pressure, but also because of his own strength.

The danger instinct has been a constant warning from the beginning, reminding you of the threat from the enemy in front of you.

"A brat like you has no idea what a real strong person is."

"The captain I followed in the past, Captain Kariyashiki, once killed the subordinate Daxu with one blow in the war, captured the intermediate Daxu, and even scared the superior Daxu who was hiding in the dark to dare not show his face."

Shiraki Shinichi seemed to be chattering endlessly because he had been detained for too long.

"Ha, of course, I also encountered those Daxu when I led a team on an expedition, did you know?"

"It turns out that the so-called Daxu is so weak."

He lowered his head slightly, hot breath burst out from his burly body, and a terrifying pressure began to fill the dojo.

"That big Xu was torn into pieces by me!"

Kisaragi Ming ignored him and simply moved his body, like an athlete warming up before taking the field.

Stretch joints and relax muscles.

Then, he raised his head slightly, looked directly at the monster in front of him, and grinned:

"Are you done?"

"Then let's get down to business."

A trace of surprise flashed across Bai Muzhen's eyes.

He looks rough, but he is actually as thoughtful as his hair.

Even after being imprisoned for decades, he was still able to maintain his peak condition.

Even when facing an opponent who looked countless times weaker than himself, he still dealt with it with extreme caution.

The remarks he made just now were entirely intended to instill fear in the hearts of his opponents, thus reducing their strength.

To know.

It is written in the textbook of the Spiritual Arts Academy: "Daxu is the enemy that needs to be most careful, and basically all of them should be handed over to the royal agents [Team Zero] to deal with them."

An ordinary kid from the Spiritual Arts Academy would be frightened and tremble just by hearing the name Daxu.

Even if the young man in front of him is a genius, he shouldn't act so indifferent after hearing what he just said, as if he didn't hear anything.

Didn't his teacher give him a popular science about how terrifying the Great Void is?

With this thought in mind, Shiraki Shinichi stared at Ru Yueming in front of him, his copper bell-like eyes filled with a lot of bloodshot eyes.

Unspeakable madness and chaos aroused in him bit by bit.

At this moment, the big palm-like hand grabbed directly downwards. From the attack point of view, it seemed that Ru Yueming's head would be broken like a watermelon.

There was a loud roar that broke through the air, as if a large mass of air had been crushed instantly.

Such a level of attack immediately made the students in the spectator seats hold their breath, their little eyes filled with fear.

Just looking at the burly figure that suddenly rioted, an uncontrollable chill surged in their hearts, fear spread, their limbs became weak, and they couldn't even form the slightest thought of resistance.

However, at this moment, a light seemed to flash in Ru Yueming's eyes. Facing the opponent's sudden attack, he not only showed no fear at all, but a trace of excitement appeared on his slightly childish face.

He probably understood why Yamamoto did this.

This Shiraki Shinichi is obviously the same type of person as him.

The natural spiritual body is powerful.

Yamamoto's original intention was probably to let him know more about the fighting methods of similar people.

So this time is not just a graduation assessment.

It is also a crucial practice.

Thinking of this, he advanced instead of retreating. His exposed muscles surged like water waves, showing his ultimate strength and unabashed spiritual pressure.

Ninth grade.

The level of the median chief.

Sensing the level of spiritual pressure of the young man in front of him, Shiraki Shinichi's ferocious face showed a hint of astonishment.

Is the world crazy, or is this kid crazy?

He's not even at the level of a high-ranking official, but he dares to fight him head-on?

I saw the moment when the five fingers of Ru Yueming's right hand opened, and they pinched together instantly, the sound of the muscles vibrating was like a piano string, and the scream burst out!

Yuanliu·Caressing Hands!

"He is indeed a genius. In just a short time, he has already mastered your touch, teacher."

Ukitake, who was watching the battle, sighed in surprise: "It's a pity that I haven't been able to learn this until now, and Kyōraku doesn't like this way of fighting."

A hint of surprise flashed across Yamamoto's slightly closed eyes.

He never taught Ruyue Ming anything about stroking hands.

Unexpectedly, after only being beaten a few times, this kid has completely mastered the key points of stroking hands, and can even perform them perfectly.

Well, what a talented person.

It’s no wonder that I care so much about him.

boom!

The fist bones, one large and one small, collided together, creating a raging aftermath. The air around him was instantly torn apart, and ripples visible to the naked eye spread out in the center.

Bai Muzhenyi's pupils suddenly shrank, and his ugly and ferocious face was full of shock.

The wanton power spreads all the way up along the fist bones, into the arms, and travels throughout the body in an instant.

The impact was so huge that he couldn't hold his body steady.

Similarly, Ruyue Ming also felt a little uncomfortable.

The strength and power of the opponent's spirit body far exceed that of the average vice-captain.

After the two were in a stalemate for a moment, they retreated in an instant. When they looked at each other again, their eyes were full of solemnity.

The spectator seats outside the ghost realm were already in an uproar.

Those Shinigami team members who were familiar with Shiraki Shinichi were stunned and couldn't believe their eyes.

"That boy is okay?!"

“The world is changing so fast that I can’t keep up.”

"I thought the one before was a genius enough, but I didn't expect there to be a master!"

Even before graduation, he was able to spar with the veteran vice-captain.

They dare not think how bright their future will be as a boy in the dojo.

"You are very good."

Shiraki Shinichi said with a serious expression, "Maybe in a few years, I won't be your opponent."

"It's a pity that some people are confused and made very wrong decisions."

When the words fell, his already exaggerated body suddenly began to expand, and his muscles grew like branches, and every trace of them was clearly visible.

The wide white prison uniform was instantly stretched open, revealing a ferocious body.

The muscles were intertwined like steel wires, and the huge body began to grow again. As if the solid floor could not bear the terrible weight, it directly collapsed and opened several cracks.

Kisaragi Akira looked at the demonized Shiraki Shinichi in front of him, subconsciously thinking of a familiar figure.

Hu Yulu brother.

Of course, the similarity is only superficial.

"The real battle has just begun."

Shiraki Shinichi let out a low cry, stamped his feet on the ground, and passed a series of afterimages in the dojo, heading straight for the bright moon.

Covered by the huge amount of spiritual pressure, his body was slightly blackened, like steel, and his big palm-like hands opened again and shot straight down.

The air was shaken, and a harsh sound broke through the air. The terrifying destructive power continued to burst out at this moment.

A ferocious smile appeared on his face, and Shiraki Shinichi seemed to have seen the wonderful scene of the boy in front of him being smashed to pieces by his slap.

The sudden burst of astonishing speed, before Ru Yueming could even react, the opponent was already approaching.

The black palm fell suddenly and hit his body accurately.

Exaggerated body contrast, huge hands even bigger than Yue Ming's head.

An irresistible force of terror followed, and after only a moment of stalemate, he was sent flying directly across most of the dojo, almost hitting the ghost path barrier.

Shiraki Zhenyi smiled ferociously.

The materialized spiritual pressure surged wildly, burning like a raging flame on his body.

"Kid, do you think you can kill me?"

"How naive!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure disappeared on the spot, and when he reappeared, he was already behind Ru Yueming.

"The gap in strength between you and me cannot be bridged by a little talent!"

boom!

A heavy roar sounded in the dojo.

Bai Muzhen was stunned and looked down. A very thin-looking palm, burning with purple flames, forcefully accepted his attack.

An incomprehensible scene occurred.

Obviously he didn't release the Zanpakutō, nor did he chant any Kidō incantation, but the opponent just released a Kidō-like attack.

Outside the ghost path barrier, Akita Hakugen widened his eyes and stared at the young man in the dojo meticulously, trying hard to use his knowledge of ghost path to analyze.

"Exquisite, so exquisite."

"The Red Fire Cannon and the Blue Fire Pendant perfectly combine two similar qualities of Kidō. What even Lord Tetsusai-sama couldn't do was actually accomplished by Kisaragi-san."

"What kind of talent is this!"

He murmured to himself, "No wonder Master Niryo Tessai shows his kindness to him. If such a talent does not join the Demon Society, it will be a pity for the entire Soul Society..."

And just as he finished speaking, a ray of white lightning wrapped around Ru Yueming's legs, tearing the trouser legs to pieces while constantly activating the muscles.

He looked up at Shiraki Shinichi, who was more than half taller than him, grinning, and his arrogant aggression burst out in his calm eyes.

The originally kind smile also became kind at this moment.

"When did you give birth..."

In the midst of joyful laughter, Ruyue Ming burst out with a super powerful blow, his body tensed like a twisted bowstring, his palms clenched, and a roar like thunder erupted.

"Is it your illusion that I can't beat you?"

Under the stunned gaze, the young boy burning with flames punched and struck hard!

Yuanliu·Caressing Hands!

Bang! !

A loud noise hit Shiraki Shinichi's abdominal cavity, and an irresistible terrifying force burst out. This time, he flew out upside down.

Just like a baseball being hit by a baseball bat, the whole person was instantly blown away, directly from one end of the dojo to the other, spanning the entire dojo.

Then it hit the ghost barrier hard, causing ripples to explode in circles.

When the monster-like body slipped down from the barrier, the Death God and the dean in the spectator seats only felt their scalps numb and their mouths and tongues dry.

The fear and depression that Shiraki Shinichi brought to them before when he appeared on the scene also turned into awe of the burning boy.

They couldn't understand how that slightly thin body could exert such terrifying power?

What is even more incomprehensible is how Akira Kisaragi can ignore such a huge gap in spiritual pressure and forcefully press a powerful vice-captain-level Shinigami to the ground and rub him.

Where did this boy come from?

Shiraki Shinichi struggled to get up from the ground. The convulsing abdominal surface was covered with blood, and the large collapse looked particularly hideous and terrifying.

Not to mention the audience outside the venue, even the victim himself did not understand.

Shiraki Shinichi now seriously doubts that there is a Daxu hidden under the opponent's skin.

He has lived for hundreds of years, and this is the first time he has heard that a god of death can attack others by spontaneous combustion.

“It’s true that people cannot be judged by their appearance.”

Bai Muzhen stood up straight, narrowed his eyes and stared at the boy in front of him.

Just when he was about to speak and continue to say something, his pupils suddenly shrank, his right hand clenched into a fist, and he instinctively punched forward.

In an instant, the burning figure crossed a distance of tens of meters, and Kisaragi appeared directly in front of Shiraki Shinichi.

Under the loud noise that broke through the sky.

Countless fist shadows burst out in the dojo, roaring and overlapping each other, making it impossible for most of the audience to follow the overlapping fist shadows.

Ruyue Ming seemed to have no upper limit. He punched his opponent wildly while laughing wildly.

You can't experience this kind of joy when fighting Yamamoto.

The gap between the two was so big that Kisaragi could only take a beating for a while.

On the other hand, the current Shiraki Shinichi, although his spiritual pressure is stronger than him, his spiritual strength is average, and in terms of skills, he can only be beaten.

More importantly, his mainstream fighting style is all for nothing.

Such a suitable opponent is rare.

Shiraki Shinichi's expression changed for a time, from calmness to shock, then to fear, and finally turned into fear.

When he tried to beg for mercy, he was suppressed by the punch wind coming towards him.

The seemingly thin body is like a perpetual motion machine, tirelessly bursting into continuous attacks.

Punch.

Covered in purple flames, the moon-like texture and fascia trembled, squeezing out every ounce of power from the body, and finally gathered into a thread, bursting out between the five fingers that suddenly tightened, turning into the most powerful force in the entire battle. A blow.

Yuanliu·Bombing Pressure!

The fist bone fell, crushing the fist as big as a casserole, and hit Shinichi Shiraki's chest directly.

A dull thud came from the huge and burly body. He stared blankly at the bright moon in front of him, his lips moved, but he couldn't make a sound.

Shiraki Shinichi's bones screamed, and the spiritual pressure lingering around him showed signs of dissipating.

The fiery power raged through the body, consuming Shinichi Shiraki's vitality like a torrent.

In the countless shocked and numb eyes, that monster-like body——

Falling down!

The young man in the center of the dojo raised his mouth slightly, and his slightly fair face was stained with blood, as if he was an evil ghost coming out of hell...

I should be able to write two more updates during the day