A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

Chapter 823 816. Picked the wrong opponent

"What!?"

Seeing the Oni Toumaru in his hand being destroyed so easily by a human, Madarame Ikkaku couldn't react for a moment and was completely stunned.

Although he himself admitted that defense was not Kitomaru's specialty, this was still a Zanpakutō after all! Was it easily destroyed by a human? Is this reasonable?

call--

Just when he was in a daze, Shishi Kawara on the opposite side seized this opportunity and punched him again.

However, the speed of this punch is still only at the level of ordinary people, and Madarame Ikkaku seems to be able to defend in time even if he is in a daze.

But just when he subconsciously raised his hand to resist what seemed like a soft fist, a strange tingling sensation instantly came from his fingertips.

Madarame rolled backwards subconsciously in the direction of the force, stopped with a gloomy expression, and looked at the human boy in front of him.

At this moment, the little finger of his defensive hand was trembling slightly.

This kid's attack was too weird. The previous punch dislocated his arm, the next punch broke Ki Toumaru, and this punch even broke the tendon of his little finger.

Are these things that can be accomplished by just throwing punches?

Could it be that this kid has mastered some weird power-generating technique?

No... Could it be that this is the so-called 'luck' that the other party mentioned?

"Hahaha!"

Seeing Madarame Ikkaku trying to distance himself in embarrassment, Shishigawara smiled and mocked, "You can dodge pretty fast!? Now you know how powerful I am, right? If I punch you on the head, I can kill you in one go." The brain is blooming!”

"Yeah..." A belligerent smile appeared on Madarame's face, and he praised the other party's statement, "I was just lucky enough to escape."

"Are you an idiot? What a guy! The spear was discounted by me all of a sudden! I'm the lucky one!" Shishigawara immediately fell into the trap and argued unconvincingly, "Come on! I'll give you your good luck Grab them all! Let you be completely defeated!"

"As expected, your ability is 'luck'..."

Finally, Madarame Ikkaku determined the opponent's ability.

Clang.

The broken Kitomaru fell to the ground.

He gave up the use of weapons without hesitation, clenched his fists and challenged Shishi Kawara on the opposite side, "I have experienced your good luck. It is enough to destroy a tree and break a gun. It seems that we can't care about weapons anymore."

"Do you want to have a try with me?" Seeing Madarame's fist clenched and ready to fight, Shishigawara became excited, "Okay! Come on!"

The next moment, the two men stepped closer and punched each other almost at the same time.

boom--

Bang bang——

They also gave up their defense and just pumped their fists. The two fists hit each other mercilessly, as if they planned to fight for victory.

puff--

The Death Armor on Madarame's body kept blooming under Shishigawara's fist. The place hit by the fist was scarred, and his face was covered with blood.

But in comparison, Shishigawara seems to be about the same.

The longer the hand-to-hand fight continued, the more Shigawara was surprised.

real or fake?

Isn't it?

He looked at the god of death in front of him in disbelief.

Because his ability... doesn't seem to be working!

How is this possible?

Every punch was clearly a hit!

His luck can't be that bad with every punch, right?

Logically speaking, at least the opponent should be beaten till his muscles and bones are bruised and his flesh is torn apart!

His full expression ability is 'Bet Fist'.

The short answer is 'luck'. The 'tiger finger' on his hand is his lucky thing today. With the blessing of 'luck', the destructive power of the fist will be beyond normal. Even a light punch may be possible. Hitting the opponent's vitals causes horrific damage.

However, the God of Death in front of him had clearly received so many punches and still fought back as if nothing was wrong!

call--

Shishigawara punched again in disbelief, but after this punch, he even fell into self-doubt.

Because this punch was rare and empty!

If his 'luck' was good, how could he miss?

Even he himself had doubts about his ability. This was the first time he had fought such a fierce fight since he gained the ability.

This was the first time he had encountered this kind of situation where the probability of winning was so low that he could even win the lottery.

Will continuous use of abilities gradually exhaust luck?

"Why...did you suddenly lose your accuracy?"

Just when Shishigawara felt confused, Madarame Ikkaku chuckled and mocked, "It looks like you are tired?"

"Damn... I'm so tired of you! Go to hell!" Shigawara became angry as if he had been hit by a pain point, and slammed Madarame Ikkaku's chest with his fists.

puff--

As if he had hit a vital point, Madarame raised his head and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing this scene, Shishigawara's face showed a look of joy. good! This time I finally hit the jackpot!

However, just before he was happy, a big hand held the top of his head.

"Forehead……"

boom--

Under Shishigawara's dull gaze, Madarame's raised head suddenly came down.

This violent headbutt made Shishigawara's mind go blank, and he fell to the ground losing the ability to think.

"Ah."

After doing all this, Madarame touched the blood on the corner of his mouth and chuckled, "Your attacks are indeed very powerful with the blessing of luck, but my luck doesn't seem to be bad, and the injuries I suffered are just irrelevant. It's just a minor injury."

He has long been used to torn muscles, broken ribs, and internal bleeding, so these are indeed insignificant minor injuries to him.

The only reason to blame is that the boy in front of him is too naive.

He is a warrior who has experienced countless fights on the battlefield. If he is injured, only a missing arm, a broken leg, or a fatal injury that kills him with a single blow will prevent him from continuing to fight.

"Who told you to pick the wrong opponent? Maybe you are lucky, but I am the luckiest man among the Gotei Thirteen. Unless you can kill me with one punch, the person you think will be fatally injured will be me. It’s just an itch for such a warrior. So naive! You brat!”

With that said, Madarame picked up the Oni Toumaru on the ground, turned around as if he didn't want to pay attention to the kid anymore, and was ready to find the exit of this space.

"etc--"

But just as he was about to leave, Shishi Kawara, who was lying on the ground, suddenly grabbed his ankle.

"Um?"

Madarame looked down at the boy in confusion, but the boy didn't raise his head. It seemed like it was just a subconscious action. After all, the headbutt he just gave should have made this guy lose his ability to think.

"What are you doing? It turns out that you are the only one with strong willpower?"

With that said, he raised his feet and shook off the other party's hand, preparing to leave again.

However, Shishigawara's willpower seemed to be stronger than he imagined. He recovered so quickly and said: "Wait a minute...it's not over yet! I haven't lost yet!"

As he spoke, Shishigawara simply stood up with his hands on his knees.

"Forget it, you idiot."

Madarame Ikkaku looked speechless as he looked at the young man who had difficulty even standing, "It's not worth dying to fight for such a boring reason."

What does ‘not lose yet’ mean?

He once almost ruined something big because of his boring stubborn beliefs. So knowing how stupid such a move really is.

"Who...who said that!?"

Shishigawara retorted, "My life has long been Mr. Tsukishima's!"

"Is the man named Tsukishima a man worth dying for?" Madarame asked with a slight frown.

"Of course... Mr. Tsukishima is invincible! I would not regret dying for him!"

"Huh?" Hearing this, the expression on Madarame's face turned gloomy, "What does death mean? Who asked you this? I asked that guy if he would die for you?"

"How... how is it possible!? How can I deserve to let Mr. Tsukishima die for me!?" Shigahara seemed to have heard something terrible, and the look on his face became extremely ugly, "Even if Mr. Tsukishima doesn't Yes, I will never look back!"

"Are you really an idiot?"

Listening to the stupid speech of the young man in front of him, the expression on Madarame's face became angry, "There is no distinction between high and low in a man's life! If you want to bet on life, bet equally! No matter who is the big brother or the little brother, you can only be willing to do so Die for the people you die for! If you don’t take your own life seriously, that’s not a manly thing! That’s called acting on impulse! Do you understand? Stupid brat!”

"Forehead……"

After listening to Madarame Ikkaku's words, Shigahara seemed to realize something and froze on the spot.

"I'll ask you again."

Looking at the young man's eyes at this moment, Madarame Ikkaku asked again, "If you die here, will your boss risk his life to fight for you?"

"..."

Silence answered him.

"Even so, if you are still willing to die, then come here." Madarame continued, with a trace of killing intent flashing in his eyes, "I will try my best to kill you and let you die without regrets."

"..."

This time, Shishigawara didn't make any move.

After a long silence, Madarame turned around and left again: "Okay, if you have nothing else to do, just reflect here."

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boom.

Facing the oncoming doll, Kuchiki Rukia suddenly retracted the blade she originally swung and caught it directly with her body.

She hugged the soft doll intoxicated, with a look of happiness on her face: "No! I can't do it! Even though I don't know what it is, I just can't do it! How can I do it when it's so cute! ?What a pity!"

However, just as she was rubbing the doll in her arms, Riluka's figure appeared behind her.

boom.

There was another bang, and the love gun in Riluka's hand fired ammunition.

The ammunition that was fired turned out to be a huge heart-shaped cabinet. The doll that just rushed towards Kuchiki Rukia was obviously fired from this gun.

But this time Rukia Kuchiki responded in a completely different way.

She put down the doll in her hand, turned around and drew her knife mercilessly, splitting the cabinet that was coming towards her in two.

"What's wrong? Didn't you say you can't do it?"

Seeing Rukia Kuchiki's neat movements, Riluka asked with a slight smile.

"It's funny. It's just a broken cabinet. What's so cute about it?" Rukia answered matter-of-factly.

She only likes furry dolls.

"Hmph. It seems that there is a huge gap between our tastes!" Riluka said, seeming a little disappointed, "If I had known better, I should have filled the plush doll with rocks and used it to hit you."

"Finally, you are willing to show up. I thought you were going to hide forever." Rukia Kuchiki ignored Riluka's complaints and approached lightly.

"Do you think I can have a good fight if I show up?" Riluka asked calmly, looking at Rukia Kuchiki's serious expression.

"You are neither a Hollow nor an Arrancar, but a human being. The mission of the Shinigami is to protect humans, and I don't want to kill you." Rukia Kuchiki said, raising the Zanpakuto in her hand, "If you can, you It’s better to surrender directly.”

"Huh? You're here!" Riluka heard this as if she heard some joke, "Don't act like you can defeat me as long as I show up! You are no longer arrogant!"

As she spoke, she raised her gun and pointed it at Rukia who was approaching.

boom--

Another gunshot rang out.

What she fired this time seemed to be a lump of slime-like mucus.

The mucus spread out and enveloped Lucia, seeming to swallow her whole body.

"Fly, Sode Shirayuki."

Kuchiki Rukia stopped approaching and waved the Zanpakutō in her hand expressionlessly in response.

The frost spread along the trajectory of the knife, and when it came into contact with the oncoming mucus, it instantly froze it into ice.

Click——

As the ice shattered, Riluka knew that her attack was ineffective: "Damn it, it's so easy..."

She gritted her teeth and backed away angrily.

Melee combat is not something she is good at, so she plans to keep a distance from Kuchiki Rukia.

"Give up. No matter what your toy gun fires, it's not powerful enough to fight me." Rukia Kuchiki looked at the opponent's movements and said expressionlessly, "No matter what you say, I Whether it’s arrogance or arrogance, I don’t intend to take action against an ordinary person.”

"Who told you I'm an ordinary person!?"

The look on Riluka's face became angry as if she had been stabbed in a sore spot.

These Perfectionists all have various sad pasts, and the reason why they gather together is to have power that can be respected by others.

The title "ordinary people" can be said to be a knowing blow.

"Perhaps a master of art - no ordinary person!"

Riruka roared angrily and attacked again, but this time she did not use the toy gun in her hand. Instead, she waved the heart-shaped gauntlet covering her left hand and aimed it at Kuchiki Rukia.

"'Addiction Strike.'"

As he spoke, a harmless heart-shaped mark was launched.

"This is……"

Kuchiki Rukia subconsciously raised the hand holding the sword to block.

However, this blow had no offensive power at all, and the heart-shaped mark was directly attached to her arm.

"What?"