Clash and Sneak Attack

She turned her head with a smile and said, "Captain Hitsugaya, you'd better protect us well."

"Who was it that said they were going to protect Gin Ichimaru just now?" Tōshirō pouted and looked up, shouting.

"Lieutenant Saki, is there anything wrong with what's going on up there?"

At this moment, Shūhei Hisagi on the roof.

His gaze fell on Junrinan: "The Garganta has been fully opened."

Tōshirō glared fiercely at Rangiku Matsumoto, turned around, closed the door, went to the backyard, closed his eyes, and unleashed all his Reishi senses.

When Junrinan received the notice, almost everyone evacuated, but some who were slower to leave had not yet done so.

At this moment, the enormous Garganta hung horizontally in the air, as if the sky itself had been torn apart.

Two figures emerged from inside; they were Ulquiorra, the Fourth Espada, and Yammy, the Espada.

As soon as he landed, Yammy scanned his surroundings, sniffed, and said, "These guys taste alright."

Ulquiorra said coldly, "Don't eat too much. Lord Aizen needs their souls to create the Lesser Hōgyoku."

"Hey, aren't you talking about Soul Reaper? These guys are Rukongai, aren't they?" Yammy turned around and pointed to Rukongai.

Ulquiorra glanced at it, confirmed it, and said, "You can do whatever you want with that trash."

"Haha, that's great." Yammy first exhaled heavily, then inhaled through his mouth and nose at the same time, the immense force like the eye of a whirlpool.

This suction force actually pulled all the wandering souls in Zones 1-3 who hadn't had time to evacuate.

The most terrifying thing is that as these wandering souls were carried into the air by this wind, their spirits were continuously compressed, eventually turning into a bead.

Nearly a thousand beads were all sucked into Yammy's mouth.

Click, click, click.

He chewed the beads repeatedly, crushing them into pieces, and then swallowed them in one gulp.

"It's alright, although I'm still a little hungry. Could I go over there and clean up a bit more?"

Yammy knew that the mission was to obtain Soul Reaper's soul, so he couldn't eat Soul Reaper.

But he discovered that there were many wandering spirits in the Rukongai) behind it.

Although the quality certainly can't compare to Soul Reaper, at least it can fill your stomach.

He did a quick mental calculation and figured that eating another 100,000 would be about right.

Ulquiorra replied, "Our mission is to attack Seireitei."

"Yes, yes, I understand." Yammy took two steps forward.

Suddenly, a man even taller than him blocked his way.

The tall man gripped the axe tightly in both hands.

Although he was standing at the entrance of the Seireitei, he was covered in sweat, his mouth was trembling, and his legs were shaking.

Upon seeing this, Yammy burst into laughter. "You coward, if you're afraid of dying, get lost! You're making a fool of yourself."

"I am a hero, Jidanbō Ikkanzaka. It is my duty to guard this gate, and I will absolutely not let you pass." Jidanbō's voice trembled as he spoke, and his body shook uncontrollably.

But he remained firmly rooted to the spot, refusing to retreat.

Yammy stuck out his thick little finger, picked his nose, and seemed to dig something out. He pointed it forward and said disdainfully, "Trash, get lost!"

Snap! He flicked the object off his little finger.

The black thing, accompanied by a shrill scream, rammed straight into Jidanbō's chest.

The latter quickly crossed his axe in front of him to block.

Boom! Crack! With a loud crash and the sound of metal breaking, Jidanbō's body flew backward and crashed straight into the gate of the Seireitei.

Pfft! He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Sure enough, those two guys are too strong; I'm no match for them at all.

Do we want to die, do we want to die, do we want to escape?

I can't even stop a booger from falling out of my nose; leaving it behind would just be a pointless death.

At this moment, the word "escape" gradually grew larger in Jidanbō's mind, almost filling his entire brain and even his vision.

He didn't want to die, he really didn't want to die.

With a clatter, Jidanbō braced himself on the ground and struggled to his feet.

Tears streamed from his eyes, snot dripped from his nose, and his mouth trembled.

He took a deep breath and roared it out in a voice that sounded like the Roar or a cry:

"I am the hero who guards this gate, Jidanbō Ikkanzaka! If you wish to pass through here, then step over my dead body!"

After yelling, his mind went blank; he couldn't even think of why he didn't run away.

Why try to be a hero?

At that moment, he was unable to think of anything.

"Then you can die." Yammy's burly body vanished from its spot in an instant, then reappeared above Jidanbō's head, raising his huge fist and slamming it down.

The air currents and ripples generated by simply swinging a fist already created a violent gale.

Before the fist even landed, the gust of wind had already made the Jidanbō feel as if it had been scraped by a knife.

Faced with a fist that could absolutely kill him, Jidanbō's tears suddenly stopped, and his snot stopped flowing.

His body stopped trembling and he straightened up.

Just then, a curved blade blocked the fist.

With a deafening roar, the blast wave Junrinan to ruins.

Another curved blade slashed down towards Yammy's wrist.

With a soft swoosh, the black scimitar easily sliced through the skin of Yammy's wrist. As it pressed down with the momentum of severing the wrist, it was stopped by the bone.

It seemed that Yammy only realized he had been slashed at this moment.

He immediately pulled his arm back, stepped back, and looked ahead. "Who's this guy? The one with dual swords."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and glanced at his wrist; the cut from earlier was so deep that the bone was visible.

However, he casually spat on the wound, and lo and behold! The gruesome wound healed instantly.

"Yammy, you were too careless. The opponent is none other than Shunsui Kyōraku, the captain of the Eighth Division."

Ulquiorra revealed the visitor's identity.

"This is a captain who's been around for hundreds of years."

"High-Speed Regeneration? That's a terrifying power. May I ask, are you the only ones who have come to Soul Society this time? What brings you here?"

Shunsui Kyōraku, swords in hand, assumed a fighting stance, surveying the two Arrancars before him. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "They're both incredibly strong."

Then he turned his head and said, "Haojie Jidanbō, leave this to us, you go back first."

Chapter 179 Clash and Sneak Attack

"Alright, leave this to us."

Another dual-wielding swordsman in Soul Society, Jūshirō Ukitake, has appeared.

Without hesitation, Jidanbō Ikkanzaka turned and entered the Seireitei.

He has fulfilled his responsibilities.

"Only two people?" Fourth Division Captain Unohana also arrived at the battlefield.

Upon seeing that there were only two Arrancar, she immediately pulled out her communicator:

"Reporting to the Captain-Commander, there are currently only two enemies in this location."

She did not draw her sword to join the fight, but stood in front of the door, observing the situation.

On the other end of the communicator, Shigekuni Yamamoto-Genryūsai voice. "The scene is handed over to you three captains."

"Yes," Unohana replied, hanging up the communicator.

"Leave this to us, you two guests. Don't you have any other relatives or friends?" Shunsui Kyōraku said somewhat lazily.

At this moment, he was also very puzzled.

The moment he sensed the Garganta, he rushed over using his fastest Shunpo, but there were indeed only these two Arrancar.

But if Aizen truly intended to attack Soul Society, he must have known that this level of fighting power was insufficient. What other plans did he have?

Crack! Yammy twisted his neck twice, making a loud noise.

"Hey, Ulquiorra, they can use it too, right?"

Ulquiorra calmly replied, "Of course, catching one or two would reduce the trouble."

A Captain-level Soul Reaper has a soul density equivalent to that of thousands of ordinary Soul Reaper, so theoretically, capturing just one and dissecting it would be enough to create Lesser Hōgyoku.

"But Yammy, those three on the other side are all veteran Grim Soul Reapers, so don't underestimate them," Ulquiorra whispered a reminder.

"Haha, don't worry, I won't be as careless as I was before." Yammy stepped forward, raising his right fist, which was filled with red Reishi light.

Then he raised his left fist, which also radiated light.

"You three should all die!"

He stood still, throwing out his left and right fists, the red light on them transforming into small Bala.

Yammy continued to throw punches at an accelerated pace, and the Bala transformed into a barrage that enveloped the three captains.

The sound of explosions was continuous, and smoke and dust rose up instantly. Each of these barrages possessed the power of Menos Grande Gillian Cero.

The explosive sound was like thunder, echoing and spreading outwards.

Yammy shouted excitedly, "What? Is this all you've got?"

There's no need to send more people; I can wipe out the entire Soul Society by myself! Haha!"

Ulquiorra, standing beside him, slightly raised his emerald eyes, noticing something, but remained silent.

After the smoke and dust cleared, Jūshirō Ukitake was still standing in the same spot.

He held the Sōgyo no Kotowari, his left hand facing forward, where a Reishi light emanated, gradually spreading along the blade to the joint and then moving onto the other blade.

Boom! As Ukitake lowered his left hand and raised his right, a huge Cero suddenly shot out from the blade of his right hand, instantly striking Yammy in the face.

This is the ability of Jūshirō Ukitake's Sōgyo no Kotowari.

It can absorb, store, and enhance, reflecting enemy attacks.

Yammy's continuous Bala was merely a way to recharge Sōgyo no Kotowari's energy.

Although the counterattack looked very powerful, it was clear from the senses that the guy named Yammy was completely unharmed.

Jūshirō Ukitake also understood that it was unlikely he could easily defeat these two enemies today.

Unohana remained leaning against the gate, showing no intention of making a move.

"Ptooey, that hurts a bit, you bastard." Yammy spat twice, then reached up and wiped his face, brushing away the dust kicked up by the Cero.

He looked at Jūshirō Ukitake and shouted angrily:

"So it's you? How dare you use my power against me?"

He opened his mouth, Reishi condensed in front of it; this time, he intended to use a true Cero.

Ulquiorra whispered a reminder, "Jūshirō Ukitake's Zanpakuto's ability should be reflection."

As he spoke, his eyes moved downwards, looking at the feet of Yammy.

Yammy didn't give up on using Cero; instead, she opened her mouth even wider.

The next moment, Menos Grande, approximately 100 meters in diameter, was unleashed.

Jūshirō Ukitake quickly raised his left hand and used the blade to absorb the incoming Cero.

In just a moment, the Sōgyo no Kotowari sword turned a deep, bright red.