In Soul Society, love and bond begin

"This ability should require deceiving others, right?"

"Is it okay to just tell me?"

La Ai looked at him with a hint of provocation in her eyes, and the corners of her lips curled up: "If Brother Cheng thinks that I am only as strong as I was just now, I'm afraid you will really regret it."

She took a step forward and slowly walked towards Fujimiya Makoto, saying in a calm tone: "My lies really need a 'deceived person' to be effective."

"Sometimes it's 'the enemy,' but if necessary, it can also be 'myself.'"

"That is, self-deception."

"If I wanted to, I could do something like that."

La Ai looked up at him, a wanton smile on her pretty face: "--From now on, every thirty seconds, my strength will double."

Fujimiya Makoto was stunned when he heard this.

Isn't this lie too exaggerated?

However, before Fujimiya Makoto's doubts could spread, he saw the woman in front of him suddenly take a step forward.

Shockingly fast.

"Woo!"

The solid iron rod danced in the air at super high speed, forming a buzzing circuit that hurt people's eardrums.

Fujimiya Makoto easily turned sideways and casually swung the scabbard in his hand, repeatedly blocking the rapidly swinging iron rods, but his brows were slightly furrowed.

He was sure that he didn't believe the guy's nonsense about doubling his strength every few seconds.

However, compared to the previous stick dance that could be blocked with one hand, the force exerted by La Ai at this moment was indeed much greater than before.

but.

"It's still not enough."

Fujimiya Makoto spoke in a light tone, and suddenly poked the scabbard in his hand towards the place where the stick was dancing and water could not penetrate.

Suddenly there was a dull crashing sound.

The continuous stick dance paused for only a moment, and Fujimiya Makoto seized the opportunity at that moment, took a step forward, and punched out.

"True One Bone!"

The fist wrapped in a whirlpool of hurricane forcefully swung out and pierced into Laai's chest through the gap.

The extremely penetrating force broke through the body from the inside out, instantly shattering the vest clothing and creating a vacuum channel that was condensed to the extreme.

A mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out of La Ai's mouth, and his entire chest and abdomen became concave.

His steps staggered and he fell to the ground with a thud.

However, almost at the moment when the '30 seconds' limit passed, her chest swelled up again, and her bones made crackling sounds.

Fujimiya Makoto looked at her in surprise.

Not only will his strength become stronger, but can the injuries he suffered previously also be fully recovered?

He actually has the ability to cheat like this?

As he thought about this, he instinctively felt that something was wrong.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

After just two brief coughs, Laai once again got up from the ground, with a surging spiritual pressure surrounding his body, almost forming a circle.

Fujimiya Makoto looked at her with an increasingly serious gaze.

If this continues, we can't let it go on for too long.

The moment this thought popped up in his mind, he had already taken a step forward.

The figure disappeared and reappeared.

Laai's eyes were faintly white, his long golden hair fluttered slightly, and he looked intently in the direction of Fujimiya Makoto.

Immediately afterwards, the iron rod in her hand suddenly danced in an arc and swung towards her side.

"clang--"

Fujimiya Makoto raised his scabbard and blocked the attack steadily. His body then spun along with the force of the iron stick and kicked Laai in the abdomen.

Her figure flew several meters again, but her high-heeled boots remained firmly on the ground, leaving two thin grooves.

But this time, he was able to withstand this level of attack.

"What? Brother."

"You're not limited to this, are you?"

La Ai wiped the faint trace of blood from the corner of his mouth and narrowed his eyes slightly: "My strength is far from reaching its limit."

Immediately afterwards, a stick blow came faster and harder than before.

The whistling in the air became increasingly dull.

What's wrong?

Can you become exponentially stronger just by telling lies?

Even the Soul King's brain and heart in the original story couldn't do such a thing.

Therefore, the problem only arises in her 'ability'.

In just a few words, another thirty seconds passed.

"Eula Ola Ola——"

La Ai's strength was instantly doubled on the basis of what he had just now. When he swung the iron rod in his hand, there were almost continuous shadows.

The extremely dull iron rod itself, when swung with such terrifying force, emitted continuous sonic booms.

Even the current Fujimiya Makoto would not dare to take it head-on due to the astonishing force. Every blow from the scabbard was so clear and heavy.

The smile on La Ai's face became even more smug.

However, the more this happens, the more empty and hollow this 'lie' feels.

Can strength be increased so easily?

Such doubts suddenly emerged in Fujimiya Makoto's mind.

He recalled the entire process between him and the woman opposite him from the time they met to the present.

Suddenly I thought of something.

"boom!"

The scabbard collided with the iron rod, making a very dull explosion sound.

The ground beneath their feet suddenly sank under the impact of the force, and the floor tiles shattered.

"What? Brother Death."

La Ai's smile grew more frivolous, like a hunter looking at prey caught in a trap: "Is this your limit?"

Fujimiya Makoto raised his head, met the woman's eyes, and suddenly repeated:

"Do you think......"

"Can a guy like me be solved so easily?"

La Ai was stunned when he heard this, and his smile froze instantly.

The strength in Fujimiya Makoto's hands continued to decrease, and the strength supporting the iron rod became weaker and weaker.

"You just said this to me."

"Right?"

"The words that followed were merely an attempt to cover up this one true 'lie'."

"That's what I said..."

"If any random Quincy guy could raise his power to the level of Old Man Shan, wouldn't we be doomed long ago?"

"I was really fooled by you."

"Naughty."

Fujimiya Makoto laughed softly.

But every word sounded extremely cold to the other party's ears.

By the time the last sentence was uttered, the expression on La Ai's face had become extremely ugly.

His body was trembling slightly.

The next moment, the scabbard that was originally gently placed on the iron rod fell down with a bang, and hit La Ai's shoulder together with the iron rod, making a crisp sound of broken bones.

She was so overwhelmed that she fell to her knees on the ground, unable to control herself.

His knees hit the floor tiles, leaving two deep dents.

Fujimiya Makoto stepped on her shoulder with a pleasant expression and asked gently:

"I said you..."

"There should be a way to contact your companions, right?"

He raised his chin towards the woman kneeling on the ground and said casually:

"Try it."

"I'm really in need of a suitable whetstone right now."

La Ai lay on the ground, the straw sandals on her shoulders feeling as heavy as a mountain.

She raised her head with difficulty and looked at the young man who was still smiling as gently as the spring breeze.

It's like looking at a monster.

Chapter 151 The Last Struggle

"Ku, Ku—"

A pair of strong, iron-like hands grasped the fragile neck and lifted up the whole body of the Grim Reaper in front of him. The broken limbs swayed weakly in the air, and blood dripped from them.

In the surrounding streets of Seireitei, large areas of houses collapsed and were destroyed, and countless corpses fell densely on the ground.

The air was filled with a strong smell of rust.

Pickle stood there, glancing indifferently at the cross on the Grim Reaper's left arm, and said in a dull voice:

"You, should be the so-called 'vice-captain', right?"

"The highest ranking Death God besides the Captain."

"Next, I ask and you answer."

"Do you understand?"

Fingers as thick as carrots dug into the neck muscles of the deputy captain of the Death God, making a faint crackling sound of bones rubbing against each other. His bearded face was dyed scarlet with blood and covered with light purple from lack of oxygen.

However, after hearing the words of the Quincy in front of him, the man still raised his chin tremblingly, and a ferocious smile appeared at the corner of his mouth with difficulty:

"Pooh!"

Spit mixed with fragments of internal organs sprayed onto the ground.

Pique ignored him and continued to ask:

"Wang Jian."

"Have you ever heard of such a thing?"

"It is said to be the key to the Soul King's Palace."

"..."

The bearded deputy captain simply looked down at him calmly, the mockery in his smile becoming more and more intense.

Treat death as home.