Who are you calling a stable boy?!

Before Yamamoto could finish speaking, Zheng Jing suddenly lowered his body, landing on all fours, while his arms pulled away the Ruyi Jingu Bang!

—The next moment, with the explosion of the wooden floor of the dojo, Zheng Jing had already closed in on the mountain itself!

Zheng Jing had only taken a few lessons on Shunpo. Although Aizen and A-Meng answered his questions after class and Yoruichi provided terrible instruction during class, his basic Shunpo was clearly not enough to be effective against a master like Yamamoto.

In contrast, the rough products that came about by sudden inspiration are actually more useful in this situation.

Standing still, Yamamoto watched Zheng Jing approach.

For him, Zheng Jing's speed was certainly not fast.

Yamamoto knew that among all the students in the Shinigami Academy, only Yoruichi Shihouin could react in time and avoid Zheng Jing's attack.

As for a direct confrontation, it's practically impossible for anyone to succeed.

Before coming, he had already read the report submitted by the academy and knew that the stick in Zheng Jing's hand weighed several tons.

In addition, Zheng Jingtian possessed superhuman strength. With this charge and attack, he was able to leave the students in the academy, who had basically never been on the front lines, helpless.

—But how dare you use such crude tactics in front of me?

As Zheng Jingchao swung the stick at him, Yamamoto felt a surge of disappointment and frustration.

Both were unparalleled talents and geniuses, both were unruly and irresponsible...

Yamamoto made up his mind.

He was going to start here and properly correct this young man in front of him!

With a flick of his wrist, Yamamoto lifted the wooden sword enveloped in spiritual pressure and aimed directly at the point of force on Zheng Jing's staff, intending to intercept the blow before Zheng Jing could exert his strength.

Although he used spiritual pressure, he used the basic techniques taught in the academy. The spiritual pressure wrapped around the wooden sword was only at the eleventh level, all to make Zheng Jing admit defeat wholeheartedly.

However, Zheng Jing seemed to have anticipated Yamamoto's move. Facing the wooden sword, he suddenly withdrew his hand and twisted it, turning the Ruyi Jingu Bang into a point.

Clearly, his target from the beginning was the wooden sword in Yamamoto's hand!

Yamamoto's lips twitched, thinking to himself that they all really loved to play tricks, but he didn't change his stance with the wooden sword in his hand.

He could see that Zheng Jing's twist would significantly reduce his strength. Even with his innate superhuman strength and the extraordinary nature of the staff, Yamamoto was certain that Zheng Jing could not break through the layers of spiritual pressure wrapped around his wooden sword.

"Snapped!!"

A crisp sound!

"Bang!!"

Another muffled thud!

—The tip of the staff was pressed against Yamamoto's palm and firmly gripped by him. Zheng Jing did not try to pull the Ruyi Jingu Bang back.

He stood with one foot on the end of the staff, hunched over, and looked down at the captain who looked slightly surprised with a grin.

"Hey, old man, why don't you go get a new one? Something better and more durable. Don't think I, Old Zheng, am trying to outsmart you, huh? Haha!"

Chapter 75: The Captain Presses Zheng Jing Down with Five Fingers (

Yamamoto suppressed his surprise.

"Boy, is this yet another ability of your Shikai?"

"Hehe, old man, do you have a penchant for explaining your abilities to your opponents?"

"You little rascal, don't be too happy yet."

Clutching his Ruyi Jingu Bang (magic staff), Yamamoto frowned.

"You haven't passed this test yet."

"I, Old Zheng, stopped here on purpose because I saw you were out of your preferred tool. Don't be shy, sir. I respect the elderly and care for the young. Go get a new one, okay? Hurry up!"

"What harm is there in dealing with a brat like you, even if I'm empty-handed?"

Looking at Zheng Jing, Yamamoto snorted.

"As for you, now that even your weapon has fallen into my hands, why don't you use your remaining skills as soon as possible?"

"Oh?"

Curled up, Zheng Jing rolled his eyes and grinned at Yamamoto.

"Old man, do you really want to continue?"

"Enough with the nonsense—"

"Change!"

—With a shout from Zheng Jing, Yamamoto's Ruyi Jingu Bang immediately grew longer!

Yamamoto immediately released his grip.

If he were to unleash all his spiritual power and concentrate it into a single palm, it remains to be seen whether he could withstand Zheng Jing's Ruyi Jingu Bang.

But if he insists on testing Zheng Jing with only the eleventh level of spiritual power, then Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni will not be able to grasp or catch this Ruyi Jingu Bang at this moment!

In the blink of an eye, the stick that was originally twelve feet long and as thick as a bowl has become a tall, horizontal tower.

And this dojo was completely crushed by the suddenly enlarged Ruyi Jingu Bang, which crushed half of it!

Yamamoto narrowed his eyes as he looked at the mess.

Some Shinigami who are skilled in manipulating spiritual energy can indeed enlarge their Zanpakuto by manipulating spiritual energy.

However, in actual combat, the Grim Reaper is almost never used.

This is because, under normal circumstances, doing so would not only fail to make one's Zanpakuto stronger, but could also make it more vulnerable, and even directly affect the performance of one's original strength.

However, Zheng Jing's Ruyi Jingu Bang was completely different!

Yamamoto could clearly perceive that this staff had expanded to this size in an instant while retaining its original strength.

This ability...

Is the size satisfactory?

Yamamoto recalled the report about the Ruyi Jingu Bang's ability in the materials submitted by the academy.

It does not mention how strong Zheng Jing's Ruyi Jingu Bang would be after its size changed.

Having witnessed it firsthand, Yamamoto understood that this was by no means a case of the academy being negligent in its work.

After all, if you really want to test this child's limits, you'd probably need to be a captain-level Grim Reaper to have that kind of leeway!

"Ok?"

Yamamoto's long eyebrows twitched.

Before him, the lying tower suddenly shook off the broken tiles and shards, and stood up on its own amidst the ruins.

--Do not!

It's more than just standing up!

This tall tower actually flew into the sky on its own!

"Hi Hi!"

Without anyone noticing, Zheng Jing had already leaped dozens of meters into the air. With a loud laugh, he turned sideways and stretched out his arm, steadily catching the Ruyi Jingu Bang that was flying up.

"Grandpa! You'd better catch this!"

As he spoke, Zheng Jing wrapped his arms around the Ruyi Jingu Bang (the magic staff), flicked his waist, and instantly lifted the glittering golden tower, which then somersaulted dozens of meters into the air!

"call--"

In an instant, many students in the True Central Spiritual Arts Academy heard a sound like thunder and lightning.

But when I looked up, the sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly. Where was the wind and thunder?

—Naturally, Zheng Jing holds the power of wind and thunder!

Just as Zheng Jing was about to smash the Ruyi Jingu Bang (the magic staff) down on the half-built dojo below, a figure suddenly appeared beside him.

"Nonsense!"

A resounding shout, deafening and deafening, completely drowned out the thunderous roar in Zheng Jing's hand.

Who else could this figure be but Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni?

Then he saw his long eyebrows flutter in the wind, his eyes wide open, and he pounced on Zheng Jing, who had just spun around.

"Bam—"

Like a muffled thunderclap in a clear sky, Zheng Jing was struck on the back and immediately fell to the ground.

Seeing that the tower-like Ruyi Jingu Bang was about to fall from Zheng Jing's hands, Yamamoto reached out to grab it, but the Ruyi Jingu Bang suddenly shrank and returned to its handy size of twelve feet in the blink of an eye.

Meanwhile, Unohana Retsu, who had stood up and was about to catch Zheng Jing, paused, crossed her hands in front of her, and silently watched as Zheng Jing did another somersault in the air and slammed the Ruyi Jingu Bang into the ground.

"hiss......"

With one foot planted on the top of the upright stick, Zheng Jing gasped, his golden light receding, and he groped haphazardly on the back with his four hands.

Only then did Yamamoto quietly land in the sky.

Looking at the lively Zheng Jing, he couldn't hide the surprise on his face.

He had aimed to knock Zheng Jing unconscious with that palm strike.

Regardless of whether Zheng Jing was truly going to deliver this blow, Yamamoto couldn't possibly stand idly by and watch it fall, a blow that would be enough to cause the True Central Spiritual Arts Academy to undertake a major construction project in a long time.

Therefore, he used captain-level spiritual pressure in this palm strike, employing a profound technique that could injure without killing.

Firstly, it was to restrain Zheng Jing and prevent him from acting recklessly again.

Secondly, we need to teach Zheng Jing a lesson so that he will remember it in the future.

Below, there's Mao Zhihua Lie waiting. Even if he's seriously injured, he won't take Zheng Jing's life or damage his foundation.

Just look at Zheng Jing, he doesn't look like he just took a slap from him.

"Ouch, it doesn't hurt!"

Seeing Yamamoto land, Zheng Jing grinned, stood on his stick, and smiled at the old man with his hands clasped together.

"Hehe, old man, you flatter me!"

"..."

Yamamoto did not reply immediately, but simply accepted the cane that Unohana Retsu handed him.

"Now that you've passed the test, why don't you leave quickly? Neglecting your cultivation will only lead to you becoming just another ordinary person, no matter how talented you are."

As the old man spoke, he slammed his cane down, making a dull thud.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Jing glared.

"Hey! Grandpa, why are you kicking me out like this? At least tell me what this divination is supposed to be about! Besides, I have an appointment with Unohana-neechan..."

"Zheng Jing, stop being so rude."

As she approached Zheng Jing, Unohana Retsu leaned forward slightly.

"After that, I will go to find you myself."

"Oh? Hehe, alright! Then I, Old Zheng, will take my leave!"

Watching Zheng Jing skip away, Yamamoto suddenly spoke up: "Just as you said, this child is exceptionally talented, a once-in-a-millennium talent. Given time, he will surely achieve great things."

He then let out a low hum.

"But he is naturally unruly and needs to be strictly disciplined."

"So, what do you think?"

As she draped a haori embroidered with the Ichiban-tai crest over Yamamoto, Unohana Retsu asked softly.

Why don't you teach him yourself?

"Please don't make fun of me..."

Unohana Retsu lowered her face slightly.

"...I never thought that I, an old man, would almost misjudge a day."

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni seemed to sigh softly.

"Indeed, that kid is more like you than Chunshui."