Bleach: I'm picking up attributes in Seireitei

Chapter 240

Wang Xun's voice was not loud.

But when it landed on the Eleventh Division's training ground, every word was clear and bright.

After a brief silence, bursts of laughter erupted.

Those team members who were resting to the side, who had stopped halfway through slashing each other with their Zanpakuto, were laughing wildly.

They laughed so hard they were doubled over, and some people even banged the ground with the backs of their knives to start a commotion.

"Hey, did I hear that right? The vice-captain of the Fourth Division is here to challenge our Captain Kenpachi?"

"Fourth Division, that division full of healers and support staff, what's wrong? Haven't we been sending you guys to clean up for us as often lately?"

"Did this kid inhale too much anesthetic in the examination room and mess it up?"

"Boss Oni-no-Kage, go easy on him! He's the only vice-captain in Seireitei who can heal!"

Although most people were laughing and mocking, a few people stared wide-eyed and stood there dumbfounded.

They were team members who had received treatment from Wang Xun, so they recognized him when he came in.

They just didn't expect that Wang Xun had come to challenge for the title of Kenpachi.

Although I don't know what this vice-captain was thinking, to pull this stunt.

However, out of personal feelings, they did not want Wang Xun, such a highly skilled doctor, to fall under Kenpachi's sword.

So several people swallowed hard, came closer, and whispered to Wang Xun, telling him to leave quickly and not cause trouble here.

But seeing Wang Xun's calm and confident expression, the few who couldn't be persuaded finally sighed and returned to the crowd.

Amidst the chaos, Gui Yancheng also laughed wildly.

Once the surrounding noise subsided, he slowly stood up from the stone stool and looked down at Wang Xun.

His dark face was full of fleshy muscles, and his curly hair looked like steel wire.

When he stood up, his imposing figure was twice the size of an ordinary Grim Reaper, and his towering shadow fell, completely enveloping Wang Xun.

Do you know what the Kenpachi battle means?

Gui Yancheng lowered his head and stared at Wang Xun, his eyes gleaming murky in the shadows.

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a rough, oppressive quality; it was hoarse and deep.

"The Kenpachi battle is one where you have to fight to the death."

"The succession of Kenpachi has never been a matter of stopping short of a duel; it's either win or die."

"You think just because you're the acting captain of the Fourth Division, I'll go easy on you?"

His lips slowly parted, revealing a set of uneven teeth.

"If you run now, I can take it as drunken nonsense. But if you don't run..."

He drew his Zanpakuto from his waist, its blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

"Then I'll leave my life here."

Wang Xun looked at him, then at the gloating faces around him, and then spoke softly.

"Enough with the nonsense, let's see who's the real deal."

Gui Yancheng's expression froze for a moment.

Then he laughed disdainfully, the previous sarcasm gone, replaced by a more primal, bloodthirsty excitement.

He slung his Zanpakuto over his shoulder, turned, and walked toward the barren sandy ground in the center of the training field.

"Get out of the way!"

He roared.

The onlookers retreated to both sides like a tide, leaving a clearing in the center of the training field with a diameter of several dozen steps.

The excitement spread, and many people rushed over to witness this unexpected battle between Kenpachi and Kenpachi.

As the crowd grew larger and larger, the space became insufficient, and some people even climbed onto the rooftops nearby.

All eyes were fixed on the open space, on the white-haired young man who was confronting Gui Yancheng in the center of the field.

Wang Xun stopped and drew his sword.

Jia Lianhua's blade also exuded a chilling aura, as smooth as a mirror.

This knife was very well maintained, and compared to the badly worn blades of the Eleventh Division members present, it seemed out of place.

Oni Yancheng took the Zanpakuto off his shoulder, gripped the hilt with both hands, and aimed the tip of the blade at Wang Xun.

His spiritual pressure began to be released, pouring down without restraint.

The surrounding team members felt the spiritual pressure emanating from Oni-no-Kage and cheered.

Gui Yancheng grinned maliciously and swung his sword at Wang Xun.

"I don't even need to use my Shikai to deal with you!"

He raised his Zanpakuto high above his head, the blade drawing a rough arc in the air before slashing down with all his might.

The blade fell with tremendous force, showcasing the brute strength of Guiyan City to its fullest extent.

The onlookers squinted, waiting for Wang Xun's reaction.

Although she's in the medical squad, she's still a vice-captain; she can't just be killed with a single blow.

But the next second, something completely unexpected happened.

Wang Xun stood still, neither retreating nor dodging.

His Zanpakuto struck first, meeting Oni Genjo's powerful blow head-on with incredible speed.

In Wang Xun's eyes, this strike, apart from being powerful, was full of flaws.

Just as Wang Xun parried Gui Yancheng's attack, all the laughter and chatter on the training ground vanished in an instant.

Gui Yancheng's pupils contracted sharply.

His hands were still gripping the knife hilt, his arm muscles taut as if they were about to burst, but he just couldn't move the knife.

Wang Xun's five fingers were like five iron clamps, firmly gripping the Zanpakuto, holding Gui Yancheng's Zanpakuto in mid-air.

Gui Yancheng's dark face turned red as he raised his knife and brought it down hard again.

The crisp sound of blades clashing rang out. Wang Xun parried all of Gui Yancheng's attacks, not even managing to break through Wang Xun's defense.

"Captain Guiyan City, those few strikes were only average. You had the strength but lacked technique. Your swordsmanship is not up to par."

Seeing that Wang Xun could still calmly comment on his swordsmanship while they were sparring, Gui Yancheng lost all face.

Gui Yancheng suddenly took a few steps back and roared angrily.

"You little brat, you think you can be so arrogant just because you have some brute strength? You didn't think those few blows I exchanged with you before were all I had to offer, did you?"

The next moment, the ground beneath Guiyan City's feet collapsed with a deafening roar.

His figure was like a boulder launched by a catapult, crushing towards Wang Xun with violent spiritual pressure.

Wang Xun no longer concealed his abilities; he gently raised his knife.

The swordsmanship fragments he had accumulated through sparring with Unohana in the past, which had raised his swordsmanship level to Iv7, were now fully revealed.

Wang Xun was incredibly fast; the blade of his Zanpakuto traced a very short arc in the air.

At the same time, it precisely parried the Oni-Yan-Cheng Zanpakuto, while lightly grazing his neck.

Clean and crisp, without a trace of unnecessary force.

The two figures passed each other. Gui Yancheng landed, looked at Wang Xun who had not directly taken his slash, sneered, and was about to swing his sword again.

"Captain Guiyan City! Your neck..."

Upon hearing the team members' exclamations, Gui Yancheng felt a chill on his neck. He frowned, raised his hand to touch it, and then froze.

There was a trace of blood.

At some point, Wang Xun had slashed a very thin line of blood across his neck.

When...?

Unfortunately, Wang Xun's blade was too fast, and only a few people present actually saw the trajectory of his blade.

For example, on the rooftops in the distance, there were several figures that appeared out of nowhere.

Kyoraku Shunsui slightly raised his straw hat, which had been pulled low, and Ukitake Jushiro stood beside him, his pale face showing a hint of undisguised surprise.

Behind them, Shiba Kaien's mouth was agape in a perfect circle.

The exquisite control of his strength, coupled with his overwhelming slashing technique, left the group in awe.

Anyone with eyes could see that if Wang Xun hadn't held back, that attack just now...

The outcome is decided.

"I never expected to see such a scene after coming out... Hey, Kyoraku, is Wang Xun's swordsmanship really this strong?"

"Ahem, this is the first time I've seen this either, but... it seems like it's not our turn to make a move."

"Yes, but I wonder who he learned his swordsmanship from..."

As Ukitake finished speaking, he seemed to remember something and turned to exchange a glance with Kyoraku.

They both saw a hint of surprise in each other's eyes.

It seems the two of them have the same idea.

Kyoraku is more quick-witted, and as an intelligence officer, he has access to more information.

He was aware of Unohana's current situation.

Wang Xun's current actions gave him a strange idea.

He raised his hand, stroking his chin, his eyes darting around.

"The title of Kenpachi might change hands today..."

In the middle of the battlefield, after another round of fighting, Gui Yancheng let out a low groan, his right hand involuntarily loosening its grip on the hilt of his sword.

Oni Yanjo's Zanpakuto slipped from his palm, tumbled twice in the air, and plunged into the sandy ground.

He covered the wound on his right arm with his left hand, staggered back two steps, and an incredulous look of astonishment reappeared on his dark face.

His eyes held a blankness, as if his mind hadn't yet processed what was happening.

Wang Xun raised his Zanpakuto, the tip pointing at Gui Yancheng's throat.

"This time, do you see clearly?"

"Use whatever else you haven't used yet, and I'll make sure you understand why you lost."

The onlookers were completely silent, their expressions frozen on their faces.

The fourth division vice-captain, whom they had been mocking for so long, displayed swordsmanship skills that exceeded everyone's expectations.

Before Gui Yancheng, he was like a mischievous child wielding a weapon with brute force, being toyed with and ravaged.

At this point, anyone with a brain realized what the shallow cut on Gui Yancheng's neck was all about.

So, the outcome was already decided from the very beginning...

Gui Yancheng was panting heavily, his right hand hanging by his side, blood dripping from his fingertips.

He looked down at his injured right arm, then looked up at Wang Xun's calm eyes.

Gui Yancheng's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

He suddenly took a few steps, grabbed his Zanpakuto, and his spiritual pressure began to fluctuate violently at an abnormal frequency.

"Swastika!"

He roared, the two words squeezed from the depths of his throat, filled with the madness of someone driven to the brink of despair.

His spiritual pressure erupted from his body like a flood, sending sand and gravel flying across the training ground.

His Zanpakuto began to expand under the influence of spiritual pressure, transforming into a massive cleaver as tall as two people.

Watching the Bankai of Oni Yanjo, Kyoraku Shunsui, standing some distance away, calmly placed his hand on the hilt of his sword.

Ukitake coughed lightly, his brows furrowing slightly.

However, amidst the billowing dust, Wang Xun simply held his Zanpakuto level, its tip aimed at Oni Yanjo.

Then he spoke in a low voice, reciting the liberation mantra, his voice steady and clear.

"Initial liberation, the lotus flower in its shackles."

After unleashing his Zanpakuto, a certain restriction within Wang Xun's body disappeared.

Gui Yancheng brandished his greatsword, unleashing a surge of spiritual pressure that swept over him like a storm.

The next moment, Wang Xun's figure disappeared from the spot.

All those present saw a flash of cold light, but no one saw Wang Xun's figure.

Until Wang Xun landed lightly behind Gui Yancheng.

Gui Yancheng's body suddenly froze, and then stood there stiffly.

The onlookers kept swallowing hard, feeling that Wang Xun was moving incredibly fast, but no one saw what happened.

Until Gui Yancheng's lips trembled slightly and his eyes rolled back uncontrollably.

Then, a very thin line of blood appeared on his face.

The line of blood continued downwards until the seeping blood could no longer be contained, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Then, a cut appeared on his body.

Blood spurted out, and Oni Yanjo's body split in two, along with his Zanpakuto, being cleaved in two.

Gui Yancheng's corpse fell, making two heavy thuds as it hit the ground, and the entire training ground fell into absolute silence.

Wang Xun sheathed his sword, walked to Gui Yancheng's side, picked up the captain's haori, half of which was stained with blood, and draped it over his shoulders.

"Pass down the order: I will take over as captain of the 11th Division from today onwards."

"Wang Jianba doesn't sound good. From now on, just call me Wang Xunjianba."

Wang Xun left carrying half of a haori (a type of traditional Chinese garment).

None of the Eleventh Division members present spoke.

They just stared blankly at Gui Yancheng's corpse on the ground, speechless for a long time.

On a distant rooftop, Kyoraku Shunsui slowly lowered his hand from the hilt of his sword, the shadow beneath his straw hat obscuring his expression.

"Hey, young friend, my adjutant isn't here. Could you please run me an errand?"

Kyoraku looked at Kaien behind Ukitake. It took Kaien a while to come to her senses. After glancing at Ukitake, she nodded emphatically.

"Please speak."

"Report to the Captain-Commander that Kenpachi has been replaced in the Eleventh Division."

"The original Kenpachi, Oni Ichijo, was defeated and died. The new Kenpachi... is the former vice-captain of the Fourth Division, Wang Xun."

Kaien took the message and left in a flash. When the message reached the First Division, Yamamoto Shigekuni was sitting alone in the headquarters meeting room.

Chojiro Sasaki pushed open the door and entered, his steps much faster than usual, his brows furrowed, and his eyes filled with disbelief.

Yamamoto frowned slightly when he saw the flustered state of the sparrows.

"Suzumebe, what's the matter? I sensed someone using Bankai inside Seireitei just now. Was it Oni-no-Kage?"

"Yes, Captain-Commander, something's happened... Kenpachi's position..."

Upon hearing the report from the Sparrow Division, Yamamoto's eyes widened suddenly, a surge of tremor welling up deep within his pupils, and he froze in place.

"What...did you say?"

The next moment, a faint smell of blood wafted over, and a figure appeared before the door to the headquarters' conference room could be closed.

Yamamoto Shigekuni looked in the direction of the sound.

Wang Xun strolled in through the main entrance, a captain's haori half-stained with blood draped over his shoulders, his expression calm.

Chojiro turned around, looked at Wang Xun, his lips slightly parted, and he forgot to close them.

Wang Xun walked to the table, stood still, bowed, and looked at Yamamoto's undisguised surprise.

"Captain-Commander, the newly appointed Kenpachi is here to report to you."

"Now, would you be willing to guide me?"

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