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if only......

He could survive Yhwach.

As a result, a wave of protest even more turbulent than before suddenly arose among the surrounding senior officials.

Compared to Fujimiya Makoto, they know the strength of their captain better.

It is no exaggeration to say that in the eyes of all the officials, the old man on the mountain represents the pinnacle of the identity of "Death God".

If there were senior officers who were more experienced and had seen Yamamoto in action, they would regard the "three swords" as an impossible task.

Kuryashiki Ryoma, who was standing in the crowd, was also stunned for a moment.

He looked at Lord Fujimiya who was standing opposite Captain Yamamoto, and subconsciously pushed through the crowd, wanting to take two steps forward.

No matter how much he complained about Fujimiya-sama's laziness and "work coordination", his kindness and guidance were indelible to Kuryashiki Ryoma.

Ryoma didn't understand why Lord Fujimiya would issue such a military order.

However, before he could squeeze to the front, someone suddenly grabbed his collar from behind.

The middle-aged official who had just been there had a serious expression on his face. He instinctively pulled him back, still shouting to the people around him:

"Stay further away!"

“This is still too close!”

It wasn't just him; other officials in the crowd were also shouting similar words.

The middle-aged man looked solemnly at Fujimiya Makoto who was standing in front of Lord Yamamoto.

Although this young man is a pervert who is amorous, promiscuous, and has a stripping hobby.

However, the mere fact that he had the courage to stand against Lord Yamamoto was enough to make him feel awe.

He had witnessed Lord Yamamoto's actions with his own eyes.

Kuryashiki Ryoma seemed a little confused at first.

until the next moment.

"Om-"

Suddenly, a very low and dull sound exploded in the air, spreading continuously to the surroundings with Yamamoto and Fujimiya Makoto as the center.

Almost instantly, Longma and the middle-aged official beside him showed a difficult expression on their faces.

When he looked towards the battlefield, his eyes were almost filled with fear.

Even though they were hundreds of meters away, the aftermath of the two people's spiritual pressure seemed to be able to suffocate people instantly, and their bodies seemed to be dragged by several times the high pressure, and they were limp and fixed in place. Their vision seemed to become flickering and chaotic in the blurred high pressure.

Like a weak baby who can't even breathe on his own.

Spider-web-like cracks suddenly appeared on the stone brick floor.

The vigorous and overlapping spiritual pressures collided with each other.

Fujimiya Makoto's gaze gradually became solemn.

A trace of satisfaction flashed in Yamamoto's eyes, but his voice was heavy and cold:

"Sincerity."

"You should have made up your mind."

"If I can't continue..."

"You'll die."

......

Chapter 147 I Recognize You

In an instant, alarm bells rang in Fujimiya Makoto's heart.

Before he could react, he saw the old man in the mountain not far in front of him suddenly retract his aura.

Both strong hands grasped the hilt of the knife at the same time.

The officials around who were frightened by the spiritual pressure shuddered all over and retreated further away at the same time.

Only the captains standing on the other side vaguely noticed something and subconsciously paid more attention.

Fujimiya Makoto, who was standing opposite Yamamoto, couldn't help but see his pupils shrink suddenly.

Kuryashiki Ryoma turned his head towards the direction behind him.

Captain Yamamoto didn't even have a Shikai in his hand. He just held it with his hands, seemingly loosely, and the blade drew an arc in the air, seemingly slowly but actually quickly.

coming!

At the same time, Fujimiya Makoto's whole body tensed up.

"Snapped."

The middle-aged man took a step forward, and the blade turned under the guidance of his light fingers and palms, and fell in mid-air. There was no trace of ripples, as if there was no force at all.

"One shake!"

Only the sound coming out of his mouth was sonorous and powerful.

The blade has fallen.

The originally faint sound of the wind suddenly became rapid.

The next moment, a terrifying roar like a hurricane suddenly erupted in everyone's ears, and the violent shock wave tore through the entire space in front of Yamamoto and Fujimiya Makoto at a speed that was difficult to capture with the naked eye. No matter whether it was gas, gravel, rubble, or dust, everything became a vacuum!

At the same time, a huge wave suddenly arose!

The second level of force truly hidden in the sword pressure turned into a pure white shock wave, like a giant sword, from front to back, pointing straight from one point to another, forming a clear line.

Even the officials standing not far away were not swept away by the attack. Instead, they could clearly see the torn hole and the mirror-smooth edge.

It can be seen that the old man's killing skills are superb and his control over strength has reached the pinnacle.

However, everything that happened before their eyes was bad news for Fujimiya Makoto who was standing in front of the knife.

"Zheng——"

The spiritual pressure on the surface of the blade in the young man's hand was blazing. The extremely sharp blade tore through the terrifying sword pressure that was whistling like a hurricane without any hesitation. The fierce wind and waves were easily divided into two sides along the side of Fujimiya Makoto.

Then the terrifying pressure hidden within finally poured out like a balloon punctured by a silver needle, tearing apart everything around him. With Fujimiya Makoto as the center, it split into two sides in the shape of a "human", raising large pieces of earth and rock debris.

Kuryashiki Ryoma, who was thinking of standing closer to watch the show in the previous second, had his small body blown away and fell into the crowd not far away.

The only thing he saw as he looked towards the field was his eyes filled with uncontrollable astonishment.

Is this the power of a truly strong person?!

"Oh!"

On the high platform, Lu Quba Yunzhai pushed up his glasses, and a look of surprise appeared on his seemingly innocent face: "Master Yuan Liuzhai, you have no intention of holding back this time?"

"whispering sound."

Saito Furuobushi crossed his arms, glanced at her with a look of dissatisfaction, and clicked his tongue softly: "Isn't that natural?"

The girl's single eye looked at the two people standing in the middle of the field, and her voice seemed to drop a few notches as she whispered meaningfully.

"That's Fujimiya Makoto..."

There was still that quiet smile on Unohana Yachiru's face, without any change.

Only a faint light shone in the depths of his eyes.

"Squeak!"

The seemingly thin straw sandals, under the blessing of spiritual pressure, stepped deeply into the floor tiles and soil. Under the almost mountain-collapsing pressure, they could not stop retreating, and the feet sunk into the ground left two parallel marks.

Only after the dragon-like vacuum passage had completely roared past did he finally stop.

[Slashing Technique +10]

Thin smoke rose from the blade and the palms of both hands due to the intense friction.

The originally loose sleeves of the Death Tyrant suit seemed to be ignited by flames, and half of them were burned away.

"call--"

Fujimiya Makoto let out a long breath.

He raised his head and looked at Yamamoto Shigekuni who was not far in front of him.

This old man was still standing there, and he didn't move an inch even when Fujimiya Makoto was struggling to hold on, as if he simply disdained to take advantage of a junior like him.

This person represents the 'peak' of the existence of the God of Death.

Whether it's slashing, punching, walking, ghost, or Zanpakuto, attack power, or even age and physical condition!

Everything that happens is within the range of the God of Death...The strongest!

This is the person who is his enemy!

As if noticing Fujimiya Makoto's gaze, the old man raised the corner of his mouth and said with a faint smile:

"What? Can't hold on any longer?"

"This is just 'Sword Pressure'."

Fujimiya Makoto also grinned:

"...continue!"

"That's right."

Yamamoto Shigekuni chuckled softly, but the blade in his hand shook heavily and swung to the side, and his whole body was wrapped in a flaming spiritual pressure.

"Everything will turn into ashes!"

"The blade flows like fire."

The high temperature ignited by the blazing flames spread violently in all directions, and layers of heat waves rose up around, with shining flames behind them.

This time, the officials could no longer stand. Even if they got just a little closer, their bodies seemed to be burning with the horrible heat wave.

Fujimiya Makoto, who was standing right in front, felt it most clearly.

Just as Unohana-sensei once said.

Even between first-class spiritual powers, the gap is as huge as heaven and earth.

Not to mention, he hasn't even been able to stand on the same level with him.

Just between exhaling and inhaling, you can feel the burning pain in your lungs.

However, this pain that went straight into his internal organs made Fujimiya Makoto's consciousness even purer and clearer.

Wall of Sighs

Yamamoto looked at him with increasing satisfaction.

The next moment, a stream of blazing flames swirled around the surface of the blade.

Fujimiya Makoto was completely focused.

However, Yamamoto simply took another step forward.

The figure, which was not very tall, disappeared from Fujimiya Makoto's sight very abruptly.

So fast.

This was the only fleeting thought that flashed through his mind.

When another frame slowly passed by on his retina, Yamamoto's figure suddenly appeared in front of him, holding a flaming sword in his hands.

Tear apart a dazzling arc like a waning moon!

"torch!"

【No injury circle】

In the instant before the blade slashed down, Fujimiya Makoto's five senses briefly reached the extreme of the existence of the god of death within the almost static range of one meter around him.

Bloodshot covered the entire white of his eye like a spider web, unreservedly absorbing the flaming blade before him that was more dazzling than the sun;

The wings of the nose tightened the moment of inhaling, and one could clearly smell the burnt smell in the air;