Grim Reaper: Self-discipline Captain of Seireitei

Chapter 55 Coercion and temptation (please read more!)

The tall baffle stands in front of the conference table, covering the faces and expressions of the members of Room 46.

But the atmosphere is still gloomy and cold. Judging from the silent environment, these high-ranking judges and sages are not in a good mood.

Especially when hearing the name Tsunayo Sokaze.

Since Su Feng became the captain, in just a few days, five lower-level nobles suffered disasters one after another.

Among them, there are even relatives of members of Room 46.

But due to Su Feng's identity, they couldn't even use their own power to sanction each other.

If only an ordinary captain.

They have been sternly warned long ago for acting like this.

But this person is a member of the Tsunayashiro family, and even the heir of this family.

In terms of status alone, looking at the entire Central Room 46, there are few people who are more noble than him.

"Processing decisions?"

Another voice sounded, echoing in the conference hall, "Is it ignoring his identity and forcibly judging him with our power?"

"Don't forget, Tsunayashiro Sufeng acted arrogantly without any fear."

"Even the other members of the Tsunayashiro family..."

Having said that, the voice stopped abruptly.

Just because he suddenly remembered that there seemed to be many members of the Tsunayashiro family in Room 46.

"Perhaps, we can reflect the seriousness of this matter to Tsunayashirohon's family."

Someone made a slightly more reliable suggestion.

"No, this matter may be very important to us, but in Tsunayashiro's view, it is just a trivial matter and cannot be put on the table."

Just when everyone fell into a stalemate again, a voice came from behind the baffle with the number "one":

"Let's put pressure on Yamamoto Genryasai Shigekuni."

"It doesn't matter if you arrange other tasks or divert your attention."

"As long as Tsunayashiro Sufeng no longer targets us nobles."

After a brief silence, the sages tapped on the table one after another, seconding this.

Room 46 seems to have supreme power, but in front of the five nobles, it is just a loyal dog carrying out orders.

"The next step is the trial of the tragedy of the Longtang Temple clan."

The first judge said solemnly, "The mastermind Shisanrou Ukitake has been put to death, and the rest of them all participated in the evil deed of killing noble colleagues. According to the regulations of the soul world..."

"The punishment should be executed!"

…………

Team Nine, the third training ground.

In the open field, a bald head reflected dazzling light under the sunlight.

Big beads of sweat slid down the bald head, and the blue veins protruding from his forehead were as hideous as gnarled tree roots.

A corner of Madara's eyes stared at Sufeng in front of him, holding the spear tightly with both hands, and the sharp blade reached straight ahead.

The light red substantive spiritual pressure lingered around it like a mist, exuding a strong coercion.

From the beginning to the release, the spiritual pressure exploded.

Facing Sufeng who defeated him in an instant, Madaramu didn't dare to be careless.

Although he thought that his failure last time was due to insufficient preparation.

But in his opinion, defeat is defeat, and saying nothing will help.

Now that Sufeng brought up the matter of fighting again, after thinking about it in the corner of Madarame, he agreed on the condition of washing away the shame.

However, before the battle was about to begin, he still felt a terrifying sense of oppression.

Even if Sufeng promised to only use the free-for-all technique.

"Are you ready?"

Su Feng flexed his wrists, and asked with a smile, "There's no need to be so strict, this time it's just a friendly exchange."

"Cough, wait a minute!"

A corner of Madarame reached out to stop it, "In order to express respect for this battle, please allow me to offer the most noble etiquette."

I saw him stand on tiptoe and start a dance in a rather funny gesture.

Looking at the figures constantly tossing and turning in the field, the air suddenly fell into silence.

The soldiers watched in silence the corner of Madarame dancing to their heart's content, and couldn't help but start to doubt life for a while.

Is this kind of guy training himself in hell?
I don't know why, but I suddenly feel that life is hopeless!
"Hey!"

With one corner of Madarame holding the two ends of the Ghost Lantern Ball apart, he finished with a horse stance.

In this scene, even Su Feng seemed a little silent: "Time is running out, let's start earlier!"

"Yo, then I'll go first!"

The corner of Madara's eyes let out a strange cry for unknown reason, and the ghost lamp pill in his hand turned into a sharp light, piercing the air in an instant, and went straight to Sufeng.

The attack is to attack with all its strength, without the slightest intention of restraining.

At this moment, Su Feng was almost covered by the light red spiritual pressure, and the strong sense of oppression was enough to suffocate an ordinary god of death.

After his previous points, Madarame began to consciously integrate the previously mastered fighting skills into his own attacks.

The seemingly disorderly attack combines techniques from various genres.

The gun is like a dragon, grabbing the throat!
Su Feng dodged sideways, his right hand was like a knife, and hit heavily on Gui Deng Wan's spear.

The corner of Madara's eyes only felt a huge force, his hands trembled, and a fierce look flashed across his pupils in shock.

"Crack it open, Kitomaru!"

His keen combat intuition allowed him to immediately use the second phase of the initial solution to attack again in a form that is more suitable for the current state.

Su Feng's hands were empty, half of the gun body fell down, but the end of the gun head counterattacked at an angle that violated the common sense of physics, and slashed towards the vital point again.

At the critical moment, he bent his back sideways and avoided the blow with a slight distance.

have to say.

Madarame's fighting talent is absolutely top-notch, even if it is just a little bit, he can understand the most suitable fighting style from it.

If it wasn't for the limitations of Reiatsu and Zanpakutō, its achievements would be limitless.

I can only say, unfortunately.

The upper limit is too low.

Su Feng stepped forward, bullied his body forward, Bai Daji Shadow Dance staggered in front of the corner of Madara's eyes, and at the same time bumped his knees, he backhanded the front end of Guidengwan.

Seeing that the opponent did not fight with the advantage of Reiatsu, the corner of Madarame's mouth rose wildly, and his smile gradually went wild.

"Using me to sharpen your skills is definitely your worst decision!"

The body of the gun pressed down to resist Sufeng's knee bump, Madarame held the end of the ghost lamp pill with his left hand, and hammered on the chain with his right hand.

Immediately, the spear at the end pierced straight forward like an arrow leaving the string.

The battle between the two was going on continuously in the open field, and the afterimage was left behind between tossing and turning, and it was broken in an instant.

The players outside the field were stunned and even forgot to breathe.

Su Feng is constantly proficient in various white fighting skills, trying to master them and achieve his goals.

In order to develop the combat technique of instant coaxing, a perfect white combat technique is essential.

As time went by, Madarame only felt the pressure doubled, and the sweat on the shiny forehead oozed densely, and even wet the collar of the death bully suit.

Obviously the spiritual pressure of both sides is at the same level, but the difference in fighting skills makes him feel more and more difficult.

Sufeng's knees, shoulders, elbows, fists and fingers, almost every part of his body could be used as an offensive weapon, which also made Madarame extremely exhausted in the constant dodging.

"This guy……"

"Absolutely a monster!"

(End of this chapter)