A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

Chapter 621 614. My spiritual pressure is above yours

"Huha..."

Breathing became rapid.

Kurosaki Ichigo clenched his fists subconsciously.

What was that just now? Although nothing happened, he had the illusion that his chest had been penetrated by a blade!

This kind of actual murderous intention is simply unprecedented.

"Hey kid, you haven't answered my question yet."

The chilling voice came from behind again.

"Are you Ichigo Kurosaki?"

"..."

Kurosaki Ichigo looked at the shadow that enveloped him, and his pupils shrank sharply.

He turned his head stiffly, his forehead covered with sweat.

This time the person behind him did not move again, but met his eyes.

"How do you know my name...Who am I..."

"What? Didn't Ikkaku mention it to you?"

Kenpachi Zaraki grinned, and the smile on his face was full of excitement, "I am Kenpachi Zaraki, captain of the 11th Division. I came here specially... to fight with you!"

"!!"

Kurosaki Ichigo was stunned by that burning gaze.

When he reacted, he immediately turned around, jumped back and distanced himself.

Then I felt a lingering fear in my heart.

In those few seconds, this man had countless opportunities to kill himself.

He finally recalled that this person turned out to be the very powerful captain that Madarame had mentioned. No, this can no longer be described as powerful, right? The murderous intent alone almost made me breathless. What kind of monster was this! ?

Such terrifying murderous intent and spiritual pressure were completely different from anyone he had met before coming to the Seireitei, including Renji Abarai. For just a moment, Kurosaki Ichigo even flinched. .

"What... do you want to do?" He looked at the ferocious man in front of him with an eyepatch and a scar that almost penetrated his entire face.

To be honest, Kurosaki Ichigo felt as if this was the first time he had faced an enemy without confidence like this. The oppression this man gave him was far more terrifying than the Byakuya Kuchiki he had met before.

"Didn't I tell you? I came here specifically to fight with you."

Zaraki Kenpachi grinned and said, "But I also think it would be a little bad if we do it directly without saying hello..."

Zaraki Kenpachi was stunned as he said this, seeming to be thinking about what to do next.

"!?"

Kurosaki Ichigo was puzzled for a while.

Although this guy looks scary, I didn't expect him to be quite polite! ?

But now doesn't seem to be the time to think about such things.

Dong Dong——

As Zaraki Kenpachi stopped talking, the atmosphere became cold and silent for a moment, and Kurosaki Ichigo could only hear his own rapidly beating heartbeat.

In terms of momentum, he was completely defeated at this moment, and his heartbeat was racing in panic even before the fight started.

However, it would be too embarrassing to just give up, right?

Slowly stroking the handle of the knife behind his back, Kurosaki Ichigo gritted his teeth and pulled out the blade, facing the man in front of him.

“Hahahahaha—very good!”

Seeing Kurosaki Ichigo's actions, Zaraki Kenpachi smiled instead of being angry, "Not bad! I thought you were going to turn around and run away."

"How can it be!"

A forced smile appeared on Kurosaki Ichigo's face, but his body that couldn't stop panting had exposed his current state.

Just by facing this man head-on, he was already a little overwhelmed by the terrifying murderous intent and spiritual pressure.

"We finally got here, how can we have any reason to retreat?"

"Well. I don't care what your reasons are."

Zaraki Kenpachi smiled indifferently, "The purpose of your coming here is for Kuchiki, right? But what will happen to her and what you want to do are none of my business. Anyway, I advise you to adjust your breath first. Come on! This embarrassment is too ugly, and I don’t want to fight with such an opponent."

"You guy..."

Kurosaki Ichigo gritted his teeth and held the knife harder, trying to force himself to calm down.

"Yes, that's it!"

Zaraki Kenpachi became even more excited when he saw Kurosaki Ichigo working hard, "Isn't it possible to do this very well!? That guy Ikkaku is right, you have great potential! But..."

Carefully feeling the aura of Ichigo Kurosaki at this moment, he felt a little disappointed, "This alone is not enough. Although the posture is quite beautiful, there are flaws all over the body... Well, I only have the spirit. The level of pressure seems to be pretty good. Our vice-captain here should be no match for you. No wonder he can defeat Ikkaku and Abarai... But compared to me, it's not good at all! It's really nerve-wracking..."

"You guy...what do you want to express?"

Seeing that the monster-like guy in front of him showed no intention to draw his sword, Kurosaki Ichigo broke out in cold sweat on his forehead.

"Hey, I'm thinking about you, kid."

A cruel smile appeared on Zaraki Kenpachi's face.

He stretched out his hand and pulled open his shirt, exposing his scarred chest and facing Kurosaki Ichigo.

"Come on, you can chop me first. You can chop me wherever you want. Just come on."

"Ah? You...what are you talking about!?"

Kurosaki Ichigo gritted his teeth, his face full of unwillingness and anger, "You actually want me to chop an unsuspecting person! Stop looking down on people!"

"Look down on you? You think too highly of yourself, don't you?"

Zaraki Kenpachi's eyes became dangerous, "This is just a bonus... Don't you want to cut off those who are on guard? This is a good idea, but you should save this high-sounding reason for next time. Wait for you When you are strong enough to truly compete with me head-on! You should know it very well, right? You have no chance of winning against me in my prime state.

bring it on! Give me a chop first, and then let's have a good time! I can't wait! Whether it's killing or being killed, it's just killing time for me, come on! Whether it’s the neck, belly or eyeballs! It would be better if you could kill me with one knife! "

The violent momentum surged from Kenpachi Zaraki toward Kurosaki Ichigo like a raging sea wave, making Ichigo Kurosaki unable to breathe.

"You guy..."

Listening to the man in front of him speaking like a madman, Kurosaki Ichigo's face was full of disbelief.

He could see that this man wanted to 'fight', no, to be precise, he wanted to enjoy the fight! But... is it necessary to go to this level just to enjoy the ‘fight’?

"Hurry up, kid! What are you still hesitating to be afraid of!? Come on!"

Seeing Kurosaki Ichigo still hesitating, Zaraki Kenpachi's eyes became impatient, "Come on!!"

"Damn it! Don't blame me if you get hacked to death!"

Hearing this, Kurosaki Ichigo no longer hesitated, gritted his teeth and held his Zanpakutō tightly while sprinting towards Zaraki Kenpachi.

It's just that he didn't realize that at this moment, he no longer had the awareness he had when he faced Renji Abarai.

What a disappointment...

A disappointed look came from above.

Perhaps because Zaraki Kenpachi was too eye-catching, Kurosaki Ichigo did not notice that there was a little girl sitting on the eaves with her legs shaking.

Kusuka Yachiru supported Lian and watched with slight disappointment the figure of Kurosaki Ichigo rushing towards Zaraki Kenpachi.

"Such a knife...can't hurt Xiaojian..."

In her impression, it was impossible for the little sword to fall down no matter what. A knife like this that only had fear could not even be considered a toy in front of it.

clang--

Sure enough, a crisp sound of iron was heard.

Kurosaki Ichigo stared blankly at his Zanpakutō standing on Zaraki Kenpachi's chest, unable to react for a moment.

Impossible...how is it possible? This is a Zanpakutō! There was no reaction at all when he slashed at this man? Not even a scratch left?

"ah?"

Also surprised was Kenpachi Zaraki who was cut down.

Zaraki Kenpachi's eyes became colder and colder, his smile gradually disappeared, and his eyes became terrifying.

"I was looking forward to seeing what kind of slash you could do...is that all it turned out to be? It's so disappointing."

As he said that, he blocked Ichigo Kurosaki's Zanpakutō with his hand, with a disappointed look on his face, and reached out to touch the handle of the knife at his waist.

"It's really boring... But it's my turn next. Please... don't die in two blows."

"Gulu..."

Kurosaki Ichigo swallowed.

Why?

He looked at his hand holding the knife in disbelief. Blood continued to flow down, staining the bandage wrapped around the handle of the knife red.

He didn't understand why he couldn't leave any scars on the opponent's body when he slashed hard. Instead, the hand holding the knife split open.

His hand holding the knife was still exerting force, but the blade against the man's body seemed to have become dull and unable to hurt the guy at all.

He admitted that he did not have the consciousness to kill as he did with Abarai Renji, but he was also very serious about doing it! Don't talk nonsense about 'a knife without killing intent cannot hurt anyone', this is totally unreasonable!

Outrageous, this is too outrageous, right? What kind of training did this guy's body go through to be so hard! ?

"Qiang——"

The sound of friction between the blade and the scabbard continued.

An old Zanpakuto that looked full of chips was slowly pulled out from Zaraki Kenpachi's waist.

"You look like you're surprised, don't you?"

Zaraki Kenpachi, holding a long sword in his hand, looked down at Kurosaki Ichigo in front of him expressionlessly, "Why can't your sword hurt me? Why can't it cause any harm to my body? It's incredible, isn't it?"

嗗——

The blade was still pressed against Zaraki Kenpachi's wrist holding the sword, making a sound like a scream.

Zaraki Kenpachi slowly exerted force, and the long sword was completely unsheathed. With the force, Kurosaki Ichigo and his Zanpakutō were deflected away.

"!?"

How can it be?

Kurosaki Ichigo's hand holding the sword was trembling.

He steadied himself and looked at the Zanpakutō in his hand in disbelief.

He could bounce himself away just by using his physical body, and his knife was like a toy in front of this man.

"Let me tell you... why your knife can't hurt me, the answer is actually very simple..."

Zaraki Kenpachi was a little disappointed, his face was expressionless, and he slowly raised the long sword in his hand, "Actually, there is no special reason. When the spiritual pressure collides with each other, the weak person will be injured, that's all. Simple. To put it bluntly, compared to your sword that raises your spiritual pressure to the limit in order to cut people, the spiritual pressure I exude unconsciously is stronger, it’s that simple.”

"How can it be……"

The expression on Kurosaki Ichigo's face became extremely stiff.

In other words, even if he tried his best to release his spiritual pressure, wouldn't it be as strong as the spiritual pressure that this guy unconsciously exudes? Just like a sharpened toothpick cannot penetrate a steel bar, there is an essential gap in strength between them.

But how is this possible! ? Even if the opponent is the captain, there won't be such a big gap! ?

"What are you doing..."

Zaraki Kenpachi's face, holding the long sword high, was full of helplessness and loss. He looked in the direction of the sky, as if he suddenly lost interest. His tall figure of more than two meters was like a mountain in front of Kurosaki Ichigo. Insurmountable.

"I stayed up all night waiting for you... Is this the only person waiting for you? It's like a joke."

As he spoke, he lowered his head slightly, looking down at the tiny guy in front of him, and slowly waved the hand holding the knife down at the same time, "Well, at least help me sharpen the knife a little bit? Please, don't even answer this simple question. I can’t do it…travel disaster!”

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boom--

"Wow--"

The screams were endless.

The wall in front of him was shattered in an instant, and several figures fell from the air along with the rubble.

Chadu Taihu slowly moved straight forward along the ferocious marks left by the blast on the ground.

The straight line between two points is the shortest.

He chose the fastest way to the Confession Palace. Although moving forward this way would attract many people who would block it, it was not inconsistent with his plan. Attracting firepower was one of the purposes.

As he walked, he clenched his fists.

It seems that this kind of battle is not even a warm-up exercise. Apart from the dust that flew up when breaking the wall, I have been in the Seireitei for so long. There is not a single scar left on my mind. Well, the only place where my clothes are damaged is Ichimaru Gin was hacked at the door before.

"This is all thanks to Mr. Bailegang's training..."

Chatata Taihu walked muttering to himself.

If he had such power, he could probably protect him no matter what, whether it was his companions or 'Glory'.

Thinking of this, he quickened his pace slightly.

However, just as he was about to speed up, a burly figure suddenly appeared in his sight.

"Stop! That's it! I am the third adjutant of the Eighth Division, Enjoji Tatsufusa! How dare you cross the Eighth Division's station with such arrogance! You are very brave! But when you meet me - —”

boom--

Before he finished speaking, his fist had already landed on the face of this burly figure.

"Sorry, you're in the way..."

Chadu Taihu said slightly apologetically, and then continued to trot without stopping.

Fortunately, the guy in the way was about the same height as him, so he was able to punch him in the face. Otherwise, it would have been a waste of time if he had to bend down.

But unexpectedly, he had just taken two steps when another voice tried to stop him from moving forward.

And this time, Chado Taihu felt like he had to stop.

"Wow, you seem to be really powerful, right?"

As the sound rang out, countless petals fell in the wind.

Chadu Taihu raised his head and looked silently at the direction where the sound came from.

What he cared about was not the sound or these fancy petals, but the spiritual pressure coming from above that he had to pay attention to.

"Hello, I am Kyōraku Shunsui, captain of the eighth division. Please give me your advice. (^_-)"

The man wearing a pink haori embroidered with petal patterns floated down in the wind, leisurely crossed his arms and greeted Sadatori Taihu.

This man has a stubble on his face and wears a bamboo hat. His long, slightly curly brown hair is tied into a ponytail and sways in the wind under the bamboo hat. Two fancy hairpins can be vaguely seen on it.

"Captain of the Eighth Division...?"

Chado Taihu stopped and looked at the man standing in front of him among the flying petals in a daze.

I always feel like...this man seems to have a mental illness even though his spiritual pressure is very strong.

"Hmph, that's right, please give me more advice. (^_-)"

Kyōraku Shunsui smiled and blinked, without the slightest awareness that he was the enemy of Sadatō Taihu, and seemed to be very relaxed.

The petals continued to fall even after he stood firm, and there seemed to be more and more petals falling.

"Forehead……"

Finally, Kyōraku Shunsui, who was about to be drowned by flower petals, had embarrassing sweat streaming down his forehead, "That..."

He raised his head and awkwardly asked Ise Nanao on the roof, "Little Nanao... stop spreading flowers, the effect has been achieved!"

"..."

Ise Nanao continued to spread the petals expressionlessly, as if she was taking revenge on this guy for his previous frivolous behavior.

"Nanao-chan? Did you hear me?"

Kyoraku Shunsui shouted in embarrassment, "Stop lying...my lovely Nanao! (^_-)"

"..."

Hua Hua Hua——

Nanao ignored it and continued to scatter the petals, pouring one basin after another towards Kyoraku Shunsui until his whole body was submerged in it, then he clapped his hands and turned around to leave.

Such an ungrateful guy should be buried as soon as possible.

"..."

Chadota Taihu looked at this farce-like scene with some embarrassment.

He pointed at the road blocked by Kyōraku Shunsui, "Um...if there's nothing else, can I leave first?"

"Oops..."

Jingraku Shunshui's somewhat helpless voice came from the pile of flowers.

He peeled away the flower petals that were pressing on his bamboo hat, chuckled and stood up, still with a soft smile on his face, apologetically, "I'm sorry, I made you laugh..."

"No, I'm sorry too, because I really don't have time to play with you here... Can you let me come over?"

Chadu Taihu also responded politely.

"Huh? Don't say that... You're already here, just chat with me."

Jingraku Shunsui chuckled, "Don't be so indifferent to everyone. Uncle, I... will be sad."

"I'm sorry, but I'm really in an emergency. Can you please get out of my way? You don't look like a bad person, and you didn't do anything like those guys when you first came up... If possible, I don't want to conflict with you."

Chatata Taihu said, clenching his fists.

The enemy in front of him was very strong. Although he seemed a little frivolous, his perception of spiritual pressure was correct after seeing a real strong man.