You're Much Weaker Than I Imagined

"Hmph, in that case, Vice Captain Lin, please draw your sword!"

Lin Feng's words just now

were filled with disdain for Sentaro Kotetsu.

This instantly enraged Sentaro Kotetsu.

He was, after all, the Third Seat of the Thirteenth Division.

He had served as acting Vice Captain for many years.

Even if he had yet to reach the level of a Vice Captain,

still,

he was not someone who could be looked down on so casually!

In response,

Lin Feng merely smiled faintly.

His Zanpakuto hung loosely at his waist,

and he showed no intention of drawing it.

"I'm sorry, Third Seat Kotetsu, but with your strength, you're not worthy of making me draw my sword."

As soon as Lin Feng finished speaking,

the immense spiritual pressure within him swept forth at once.

The spiritual pressure Lin Feng used now was only slightly stronger than when he had first joined the Shinigami Academy.

After all,

he possessed the template of a peerless genius.

If a year had passed

and his spiritual pressure had not increased at all,

wouldn't that be rather abnormal?

Thus,

his vast spiritual power surged like the sea,

pressing directly down upon Sentaro Kotetsu.

Sentaro Kotetsu had originally been about to draw his sword.

However,

under the pressure of Lin Feng's spiritual pressure,

his limbs instantly became incomparably heavy.

He wanted to unleash his own spiritual pressure in resistance,

but the spiritual pressure radiating from his body vanished like a clay ox entering the sea, utterly ineffective.

He could not even

use his Zanpakuto's Shikai.

He was merely a Vice Captain,

yet he possessed such terrifying power?

How was that possible?

Whoosh!

Faced with such overwhelming spiritual power,

Sentaro Kotetsu clenched his teeth and finally gathered a trace of spiritual power, using Flash Step to pull away.

Then,