Grim Reaper: Self-discipline Captain of Seireitei

Chapter 12 Wrong development, repentance in the corner of Madarame
"A fan team without a captain is really unpopular."

Su Feng looked at the Lingya trestle under his feet, with dissatisfaction in his eyes.

On the trestle bridge that was supposed to be smooth and flat, there were large and small potholes due to the lack of spiritual pressure.

Although it has little effect on walking, it is also too unsightly.

It's only been three years since Liuchequan ran westward, and the barrier of the ghost path has already been broken into this state.

If the position of the captain of the Ninth Division is a few years later, I am afraid that even the basic benefits will be withheld.

Su Feng has always been unafraid to speculate on Seiling Ting with the worst malice.

As a member of the nobility, he knows the darkness and corruption in it.

When stepping on the spiritual pressure trestle bridge, the enchantment of the ghost path was closed at a slow speed until it returned to its original appearance.

Su Feng also officially entered this small island.

As far as I can see, there is only one huge portal standing at the foot of the mountain.

On the portal, four white stripes criss-crossed, forming a sealed ghost path covering the entire mountain.

The overall structure of the prison is not much different from the maggot nest in the second division team building, and its essence is that the latter imitates the former.

To a certain extent, the existence of being imprisoned in a nest of maggots is even more dangerous than the sinners in prisons.

Just one Nirvana Yuri already explained a lot.

"Captain Sufeng!"

The Reaper soldiers guarding the entrance were fully armed and saluted respectfully.

They are wrapped with defensive spiritual tools developed by the Technology Development Bureau. They are light gray in color, like armor, with a faint surge of spiritual pressure.

"Everyone has worked hard, let's open the sealed door." Su Feng smiled gently, as usual.

The guard Reaper didn't even ask why, and took out the team badge of the ninth squad very skillfully, and poured spiritual pressure into it.

"The wind in the south, the clouds in the north, the thunder in the west, and the scorching sun in the east."

With a slightly hoarse voice, he began to chant ghost spells:
"Poured to the ground, shattered the blockade..."

Intense white light bloomed from the team badge, all pouring into the huge portal ahead.

In an instant.

As if the white stripes came alive, they frantically twisted on it until they disappeared completely.

With the disappearance of the stripes, the sealed door also made a dull opening sound.

The gears creaked and twisted, pulling the door open to the sides.

What caught the eye was an endless downward staircase, like an abyss.

The design of the prison is much stricter than that of the maggot's nest.

after all.

The existence of being imprisoned here is a sinner who has committed a foul in the Seiring Court in the true sense.

Without any hesitation, Su Feng stepped straight up the steps and walked deep underground.

The depths of the prison.

It looks like a standard prison, with an endless corridor leading to the depths of darkness, with cages made of special materials on both sides.

Among them are many sinners who are unkempt and embarrassed.

But more of them were the members of the eleventh team who had just been imprisoned not long ago.

as well as.

The third seat, the corner of Madarame.

This guy has come to his senses, sitting cross-legged in the prison alone, rubbing his chin with his right hand, and stroking his shiny head with his left from time to time.

A look of doubting life.

Even after a few days of thinking, Madarame still couldn't understand where he lost at that time.

In terms of momentum, he has been victorious in countless battles, and he can be called the unparalleled God of War.

In terms of spiritual pressure, he thought that the two sides were almost the same.

On Shunpo, the two sides have always maintained a synchronized posture.

Could it be, in terms of fighting skills?
Madarame frowned, shook his head subconsciously, and said to himself: "How is this possible, my fighting skills are recognized by the captain!"

"So, where did you lose?"

At this moment, a calm and gentle voice came from outside the cage:

"Mentality, technique and..."

"Unreserved trust in beasts like Saragi Kenpachi."

boom!
A corner of Madarame suddenly jumped up from the ground, his hands tightly grasped the cage railing, the veins on the back of his hands bulged, and his expression became more and more ferocious.

"You are not allowed to speak rudely to the captain!"

As a fan who was defeated by Saraki Kenpachi and chose to follow him all his life, Madarame still respects the captain very much in his heart.

"He already calls himself a beast, so stop acting like this."

Su Feng said indifferently, "Relying entirely on instinct and relying on one's own special fighting skills, isn't it a wild beast, is it still a serious god of death?"

"and……"

"Under the leadership of Zaraki Kenpachi, although the [-]th team has become more courageous and has an excellent record."

"But as the third seat, have you counted the number of casualties of the eleventh team in recent years?"

On the corner of Madarame's forehead, there were faint beads of sweat squeezed out.

Like the previous Sufeng, he basically doesn't manage the affairs of the fan team, and usually leaves it to his friend Yumi Ayasegawa to handle and solve it.

"Compared to Gosuke and when Kenpachi was the captain of the previous generation, the number of casualties has more than tripled."

"If it weren't for the lunatics in Ruhun Street, the [-]th team would become the team with the smallest number of Goutei [-]th teams."

"Of course, Gui Yancheng is an unquestionable idiot."

When it came to the history of the [-]th team, Su Feng talked with eloquence, as if he himself was one of them.

"Triple casualties..."

Cold sweat rolled down his marinated head, and the corner of Madarame seemed a little more nervous.

He attaches great importance to friendship and cares about every team member equally.

This number undoubtedly stung his heart.

"But..." Madaramu raised his head and looked directly at Sufeng unwillingly, "As the [-]th Division fighting on the front line, casualties are inevitable."

"Captain Saraki, every time he fights, he always rushes to the front line."

Hearing this, Su Feng nodded, and said seriously: "So, have you noticed what I just said?"

"Saraki himself is a beast, don't look at this guy with the eyes of a normal person."

"The way he fights, it doesn't suit anyone but him."

"You're deliberately imitating Saragi Kenpachi, and that's the main reason you lost the fight."

Cold sweat drenched the corner of Madarame's death tyrant outfit, his eyes widened, bloodshot in them, flashing back to the years of battles in his mind.

As Sufeng said, since he lost to Saraki Kenpachi in Ruukon Street, he has been deliberately imitating his fighting style.

The already crazy fighting posture has turned into a madman, trying his best to defeat the enemy.

After every battle, there must be scars.

Seeing this, Su Feng shook his head, and looked at the corner of Madara's eyes with a hint of pity:
"If you can win the battle simply by relying on instinct..."

"The countless schools in the corpse soul world, isn't it a big joke?"

(End of this chapter)