In Soul Society, love and bond begin

Saito looked at the tabi on his scabbard, then looked at his face, and said with disdain: "As expected, Makoto-kun is still quite stupid, not smart at all."

"Be careful or I'll take your head!"

"Hey, hey, hey!?"

Just as the two of them were grinning and joking, Harribel, who was facing a life-or-death crisis, rushed out from under the pale desert with a "boom".

The slender, streamlined mermaid body rushed out from the ground, and at the moment it leaped into a huge desert waterfall, its eyes glanced at the two people standing on the sand dunes, unrestrainedly unleashing spiritual pressure.

I was subconsciously shocked.

Such a small body.

Is this...Valstrode?

wrong!

Is it the Grim Reaper?!

Having been in the Hueco Mundo for such a long time, Harribel naturally has a certain understanding of the ecology of this world and would not have any problems with such basic issues.

But why is the God of Death here?!

Before Harribel could even think of it, her gigantic body had already crashed into another pale desert with a bang, and sank into the ground again.

However, neither Fujimiya Makoto nor Saito Funaobushi took a second look at Harribel.

Both of them looked at the tiny figure that was like an arrow, raising a huge cloud of smoke on the surface of the desert, with a stern look in their eyes.

Saito's immortal smile became brighter and brighter.

However, Fujimiya Makoto was the first to speak: "Let me try first."

"Who said I'd give it to you!" Saito stared at him with wide eyes.

"It's rare to find an opponent who puts such great pressure on you." As Fujimiya Makoto said this, he stuck the small broken knife into the sand dune, and as he twisted his neck, it made a crackling sound.

Seeing him like this, Saito Bulaobushi seemed to realize what he was about to do. A hint of surprise flashed in his single eye, and his smile became even brighter.

"You're even crazier than I thought."

"well enough."

Fujimiya Makoto's smile was quite calm.

If he wanted to break through the limitations of the Ghost Path and White Fighting as quickly as possible, and break into the third level of spiritual power with the perfection of the four skills - wasn't there an obvious way?

Show me your limits!

system!

My unique talent!

Little Broken Knife seemed to have discovered his thoughts, and his childish voice sighed in a rather sad tone, and said with unusual dissatisfaction:

[When you need me, call me Sweetie. When you're done, call me Mrs. Niu!]

[Pooh! You damn ghost.]

[Catch that mermaid back to me!]

【I want to be close to the mermaid! 】

When Saito Bulaobushi heard the voice, he first glanced at Fujimiya Makoto, then glanced at Xiaopodao, and suddenly realized:

"Eh? It turns out it's the knife that's talking!"

"You just realized it?!" Fujimiya Makoto complained subconsciously.

But the next second, a human-like figure appeared in front of him.

A sinister smile appeared on Fujimiya Makoto's face.

No words or gestures are needed.

Every living thing encountered in the vast desert of Hueco Mundo is either food or an enemy.

Almost the moment the two sides saw each other, murderous intent was evident in their eyes.

Garbage/bugs in the way!

The next moment, the toes of Fujimiya Makoto's straw sandals suddenly tightened, and his thighs, waist and back tightened together. A huge force climbed up along his dragon-like spine until an almost terrifying force erupted from his arms.

The tip of the fist flashed with brilliant light.

"One bone!"

The sword that Nava Stodd swung down seemed to pause, and his body instinctively made a dodging movement.

In an instant, the fist and the bone sword collided.

Circular shock waves continuously spread out along the sand waves under the feet of the two people.

There was a deafening explosion in the space.

Saito Furuobushi stood aside, his smile growing more intense.

As a person who loves fighting, what she loves most is naturally the guy who is as crazy as herself!

What's more, this guy Cheng...

It was much crazier than she had imagined.

As we all know, Zanpakuto is the standard weapon of the Shinigami and is a necessary device for the Shinigami to display the "power of the heart".

So, how did the Shinigami fight before the emergence of the unified Shallow Fighting?

Just like now.

Fists and feet! Ghostly ways! Any tool you grab!

The ability to really fight that kind of thing is actually something that only a very small number of the top guys have.

The so-called Great Hollows are equivalent to the Shinigami in their most original state who have no Zanpakuto to use.

And now, Fujimiya Makoto is like the humans in the civilized world who have abandoned their weapons and chosen to fight those strong beasts with their most primitive bodies.

This is really...

"wonderful."

There was a faint light in Saito Bulaobushi's eyes as he looked at Fujimiya Makoto, and he spoke in a low voice.

"boom!"

Another collision.

Fujimiya Makoto swung his fist and collided with the hard bone sword.

All the bones in the body seemed to be trembling, and the spirit seemed to be swaying.

but,

not enough!

If the strength is insufficient, it can be supplemented by spiritual pressure. If the spiritual pressure is not enough, the "point" of attack will be further refined to utilize the spiritual pressure to the extreme.

For something like this, Unohana-sensei could probably cut it in two with just one strike, right?

If it was the old man in the mountain, one punch would probably make his whole body explode into a pool of mud!

Not to mention the great monk's inner thoughts.

There is still so much to go...

"The Seventy-third Breakthrough! Twin Lotus Blue Fire Falls!"

In this extremely close combat, Fujimiya Makoto suddenly roared, and the 70-level advanced Broken Dao already had considerable destructive power.

Almost at the moment when he shouted, a sudden flash of pale flames engulfed the tiny figure of Sword Bone Wa Stodd.

Still not enough!

Fujimiya Makoto distanced himself and pointed a finger at Vastod on the other side. His voice seemed to shake the desert.

"A faintly murky emblem, a rebellious and arrogant talent! A surge, a denial, a paralysis, a moment, hindering eternal sleep. The crawling iron princess, the clay doll that constantly hurts itself, combines, rebounds, and stretches to the ground, knowing your own powerlessness—"

"The Ninety of the Broken Dao: Black Coffin!"

The complete No. 90 Kidō was used in battle for the first time, but its killing power was far inferior to the one that Aizen easily killed Kashiwamura with.

The huge black coffin rose from the ground with a loud bang, instantly swallowing up the other person's tiny figure.

[Male big hollow? Male hollow can also be an iron virgin! Fuck it hard!]

【Ghost Path +10】

[Ghost Path Bottleneck Stage 2]

[Fighting to the death, breaking through the bottleneck of the ghost path↑]

【Ghost Path: Seventh Level↑】

Almost at the moment when the black coffin was successfully released.

The familiar voice of Xiao Podao suddenly rang in Fujimiya Makoto's ears.

However, a spiritual pressure vibration higher than Fujimiya Makoto's level simultaneously erupted from deep within the black coffin.

"Virtual flash!"

The battle between the gods of death is essentially a battle of spiritual pressure.

The same goes for Death Gods and Hollows.

Almost at the moment when the black and red flash burst out, the black coffin with the complete chanting instantly shattered, revealing the opponent's body with several scratches.

With a loud bang, the flash of light exploded, penetrated the long distance, and instantly hit Fujimiya Makoto.

The spiritual pressure under his feet flashed, and he suddenly moved away.

The flash went straight behind him.

"Rumble--"

A mushroom-shaped explosion cloud rose in the middle of the desert.

So hard...

Makoto Fujimiya looked at the slowly healing steel skin on the Vastod in front of him, with a hint of fear in his eyes.

Vastod's steel skin is not even on the same level as Achukas.

While he was sizing up the other party, the Vastod's gaze was also constantly sweeping over Fujimiya Makoto - after the brief fight just now, it had already recognized that the Grim Reaper opposite was qualified to stand on the same level as it.

But, it is still at a higher level.

Then, I heard its voice slowly say:

"grim Reaper?"

"You depraved fellows, why did you come to Lord Byakugan's territory instead of hiding in Soul Society?"

"It's still too early to judge you."

"Don't be too anxious."

Beneath Vastod's calm appearance lies unparalleled arrogance.

A smile slowly appeared on Fujimiya Makoto's face, which he himself didn't even notice, as if some subtle interest was aroused, and he responded with the same or even higher level of arrogance.

"is it?"

"But... Soul Society's conquest of Hueco Mundo has already been decided."

"We, the Gotei 13, are in charge of this."

The moment he heard these words, a look of astonishment flashed in Vastod's eyes.

No matter how much you despise a single god of death.

But, Soul Society...