Soi Fon Wants to Watch the Fight (Continued)

Ichigo Kurosaki nodded. "Of all the people I've met, Boss Misao is the strongest."

He was essentially saying that Tokoyo Misao was already the strongest person in Seireitei.

Because all the captains of the Gotei 13 were in this room.

In Ichigo Kurosaki's perception, no one put more pressure on him than Tokoyo Misao.

"Heh." Captain-Commander Yamamoto let out a short chuckle, then pressed his cane down slightly with both hands.

The hunched body, like that of a World of the Living, slowly straightened.

As he moved, an incredibly strong Reiatsu suddenly erupted, hurtling towards Ichigo Kurosaki like a meteorite.

"What?" Ichigo Kurosaki widened.

He felt the immense Reiatsu, which even made him lose his balance for a moment.

This power was too overwhelming and domineering, and it also contained the Heat capable of burning a person to ashes.

Very strong, extremely strong.

Sweat began to bead on Ichigo Kurosaki's forehead.

Orihime Inoue, who was standing next to him, also stared at Captain-Commander Yamamoto with wide eyes in surprise, but she didn't seem to be in much pain.

But at this moment, Uryū Ishida found it difficult to breathe, and he covered his mouth with his right hand, holding on tightly.

This behavior was not surprising to the team captains.

Orihime Inoue's power at this moment already surpasses that of Ichigo Kurosaki.

If the other party hadn't already been affected by the Kyōka Suigetsu, even if Old Man Yamamoto wanted to cultivate power to deal with Aizen, he would probably have chosen Orihime Inoue first.

Ichigo Kurosaki, who is slightly weaker, would also be a good candidate.

But Uryū Ishida was a bit weaker.

But when the captains' gazes fell on Yasutora Sado, they all showed expressions of confusion.

The tall human boy showed almost no reaction, managing to withstand the aftershocks of Captain-Commander Yamamoto's Reiatsu.

Even Tokoyo Misao was somewhat curious about this situation.

He immediately activated his Eternal Eyes and carefully observed Yasutora Sado.

After glancing at it twice, a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

This kid's interesting.

Tokoyo Misao sighed inwardly and continued to observe.

As Captain-Commander Yamamoto straightened his body completely, the oppressive force of his Reiatsu reached its peak.

Ichigo Kurosaki suddenly assumed a horse stance.

He was the primary target of this Reiatsu and bore the greatest burden. The fact that he could withstand it simply by maintaining a horse stance was already quite impressive.

It's important to understand that Ichigo Kurosaki is currently only in his normal state, not yet unleashing his full power.

Just how strong is this Reiatsu?

Uryū Ishida, who was standing next to him, had the most to say. At that moment, he felt like he couldn't breathe, and the pounding of his heart was like a drumbeat in his ears.

He could barely withstand the Reiatsu emanating from Captain-Commander Yamamoto alone.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that he did not use the power of the Quincy and relied solely on his physical strength to withstand the attack.

But Yasutora Sado remained completely unfazed.

He noticed Uryū's problem, quickly went over to support him, and took two steps back.

Uryū Ishida finally caught his breath.

"Thank you, Sado," Uryū Ishida said softly.

"You're welcome." Yasutora Sado thought for a moment, then stood directly in front of Uryū Ishida, blocking the Reiatsu from Captain-Commander Yamamoto for him, though a trickle of bright red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, Captain-Commander Yamamoto said in a deep voice, "Captain Tokoyo, it will take some time before you defeat me. Kurosaki, you brat, keep up."

He turned around and walked towards the training field.

With his departure, the violent Reiatsu finally dissipated.

Ichigo Kurosaki took a few heavy breaths, but his expression was one of great excitement.

The pressure that Old Man Yamamoto put on him just now was greater than that on Boss Misao.

In other words, learning from others can potentially make you stronger.

As he thought of this, he glanced at Orihime Inoue of his eye.

From childhood to adulthood, the other person has always been stronger than me, and whenever we encounter danger, the other person is always the first to step in and protect everyone.

Ichigo Kurosaki wasn't jealous or envious.

He simply wanted to protect Orihime Inoue, nothing more.

He took a deep breath and walked resolutely toward the training field.

"Oh my, Old Man Yamamoto said that in a while, Captain Tokoyo will be able to defeat him." Shunsui Kyōraku walked up to Tokoyo Misao and said with a smile.

He was actually quite shocked, not expecting the old man to admit that Tokoyo Misao had the potential to defeat him.

This is no small matter; it is enough to prove just how powerful the principle of Tokoyo Misao is.

Even Aizen, the Old Man Yamamoto, never said that Aizen could defeat him.

"That's right. With Captain Tokoyo here, I believe the Seireitei will be able to remain peaceful for thousands of years to come." Jūshirō Ukitake stepped forward and said with a smile.

"Stop praising me, you two. I don't have time to treat you to drinks right now." Tokoyo Misao turned around, and a large face suddenly appeared in front of him.

He reached out and pushed Kenpachi Zaraki away with a hint of disdain. "First come, first served. I made an appointment with Captain Soi Fon first, and this time you have to bring Yachiru."

Kenpachi Zaraki, somewhat puzzled, "Why do we need to bring Yachiru for our battle?"

"Just take him if I tell you to." Tokoyo Misao waved him away. "Go quickly, take Yachiru with you, and then come find me in Muken."

"Alright." As long as he could fight, Kenpachi Zaraki responded and walked out of the meeting room.

But as soon as he stepped out of the gate, his body inexplicably veered to the side, crashing through the wall and walking out.

The vice-captain's room was in the completely opposite direction.

Soi Fon stepped forward as well. "Let's go." Her voice was cold.

Unohana followed with a smile.

But her eyes, barely open, kept scanning Tokoyo Misao pricking him.

Tokoyo Misao suppressed this strange feeling, remained calm, and returned to Muken.

As soon as I entered, I heard a series of chattering sounds.

Suddenly, Sōya Azashiro's Zanpakuto, Urozakuro, appeared, pointing its index finger at Tokoyo Misao: "You bastard, don't just come to Muken for no reason. What do you take this place for? Huh?"

Is your room a rest area, an entertainment room, or a brothel?

This time it's even worse; they actually brought two along.

What? Are you going to kick us out again?

We've been sentenced to Muken sentence; this is our territory, you bastard!

She spoke very quickly, but Soi Fon, with her keen senses, still heard her very clearly.

Rest rooms and entertainment rooms are one thing, but what does "brothel" even mean?

She didn't quite understand.

As for the Urozakuro, how could they know what happened in the Muken?

She is now essentially one with the entire Soul Society, passively receiving a great deal of information whether she wants to or not.

For example, we've grown tired of seeing things that involve private matters, or even betrayals, over the years.

Furthermore, since Tokoyo Misao and Unohana never cleaned up the battlefield after each battle, it was easy to find out what they had done there.

Urozakuro scanned the newcomer, Soi Fon, up and down, her eye twitching slightly. "Tokoyo Misao, you have quite a wide hunting range, killing everything, big and small."

Tokoyo Misao's brow twitched slightly. Too lazy to explain, he simply asked, "Will you walk by yourself, or should I?"

A whooshing sound rang out.

Sōya Azashiro straightened up from his cross-legged position. He walked up to Tokoyo Misao and asked softly, "You want to kill the Soul King?"

Upon hearing this, Soi Fon's eyes widened instantly, her body bent over, and she entered a state of combat readiness.

Tokoyo Misao shook his head. "I've said it before, I deeply respect the Soul King and will respect his choice."

Sōya Azashiro nodded, said nothing more, and turned to walk towards the seventh floor.

"Was that guy from the Muken Sōya Azashiro?"

When Sōya Azashiro asked Misao a question, the chill emanating from him made Soi Fon feel a little uneasy.

I never expected them to be so strong.

"That's right, we're old friends." Tokoyo Misao smiled, putting some distance between himself and Soi Fon. The two looked at each other. "Then let's begin, Captain Soi Fon."

Soi Fon assumed a fighting stance, staring intently at Tokoyo Misao, and slowly adjusted her breathing.

"Quickly finish this!" she roared, "Bankai, Suzumebachi Raikōben!"

Her Zanpakuto transformed directly into a golden missile.

She lifted it up with some difficulty, aiming at Tokoyo Misao in front of her, but only saw the other party standing there with a smile, seemingly without any intention of dodging.

Soi Fon gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger.

Whoosh! The golden missile emitted a violent plume of flame as it hurtled forward.

Boom! A violent explosion rang out instantly, and a huge mushroom cloud rose from the blast site, with strong winds constantly whipping it up.

This is Soi Fon's Zanpakuto, the Suzumebachi Raikōben, a weapon that can kill in one strike.

If the power is great enough, then of course it can be said to be a one-hit kill!

She believed that under her powerful Bankai, even someone who had Tokoyo Misao would be severely crippled if not killed.

Her eyes were fixed on the mushroom cloud rising in the gale.

Suddenly, a soft cough sounded, "Ahem, speaking of which, this place really isn't well-ventilated."

Tokoyo Misao waved his blood-red hand and spoke softly.

With a loud bang, the violent shockwave dispersed the mushroom cloud of smoke and dust, revealing the scene inside.

At this moment, Tokoyo Misao stood in the center of the pit, which was about 100 meters deep, but his body was spotless, without even a speck of dust on it.

She took a direct hit from a Bankai and was completely unharmed? How is that possible? Soi Fon was filled with disbelief.

She bit her lip until it bled, then vanished from her spot, using Shunpo to appear behind Tokoyo Misao. At that moment, her right leg was already curled up, and she kicked out fiercely.

Snap! The red hand grabbed Soi Fon's calf, and then a tremendous force caused Soi Fon to lose control of her body.

The next moment, she felt dizzy and the world spun around her. With a loud bang, the pain in her back made Soi Fon realize that she was being slammed to the ground by Tokoyo Misao's hand.

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free from that huge, blood-red hand.

Bang! This time, the pain came from the front.

She became furious, bent down, opened her mouth, and bit down on the red wrist that was grabbing her.

Crack, it sounded like teeth breaking.

Bang! Another sharp pain shot through my back.

For a moment, Soi Fon felt completely powerless.

Tokoyo Misao picked up Soi Fon and, seeing that her hands were hanging limply and her eyes had lost all resistance, threw her to the ground.

Soi Fon, lying on the ground, looked at Tokoyo Misao's face through teary eyes.

A scene involuntarily flashed into her mind.

That was the person she had sworn to protect since childhood— Yoruichi Shihōin.

"Waaah!" A sobbing sound burst from Soi Fon's throat.