Charge

Inside the West Gate of the Seireitei, a dense crowd of Shinigami had gathered. These were the individuals startled and drawn to the scene by the lowering of the Sekki Seki walls, and they had naturally witnessed the preceding events.

Although they did not understand why Captain Ichimaru Gin had made a mistake—failing to kill the Ryoka and instead repelling them away from the Seireitei—they had prepared to disperse once they realized the Ryoka could no longer breach the Seireitei.

However, the scene that followed left everyone stunned: a seemingly young brat had lifted the White Road Gate with one hand and walked in as if he were a neighbor dropping by for a visit.

"How is that possible? He..."

"This is impossible. The walls are cast from Sekki Seki, which completely blocks spiritual power. That means one can only rely on raw strength to open them. Why is he..."

"And he did it with one hand, without looking like he was exerting any effort at all."

"..."

The scene erupted into an uproar, though no one was overly panicked.

After all, they couldn't sense even a shred of spiritual pressure fluctuation from this person. If he only possessed great strength, he posed no significant threat to them, given their mastery of the ever-changing Zanpakuto and Kidō.

Not far from the West Gate stood a building marked with the number '12'.

This was the Surveillance Department under the 12th Division, responsible for monitoring all movements within the Seireitei. Surveillance departments existed near all four gates—East, West, South, and North—to ensure that any anomalies were detected immediately and reported to the entire Seireitei.

Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap...

The 12th Division was also known as the Technology Development Department. Because the Surveillance Department possessed high-end detection technology, they had already detected Wu Biao the moment he stepped into the Seireitei and issued a department-wide alert.

"Emergency alert, emergency alert. An intruder has been detected within the Seireitei. All divisions, please proceed to your designated guard posts to maintain strict vigilance. The intruder is located at the West Gate of the Seireitei. Number of Ryoka: one. Combat power analysis: zero spiritual power, but possesses immense strength. All divisions, please exercise caution! Repeating, emergency alert, emergency alert..."

Accompanied by the sound of something resembling a gong being struck, this announcement echoed throughout the entire Seireitei.

It was nearly dusk, and most division members were eating in their respective mess halls. Hearing this news caused the Seireitei, which had been trending toward quiet, to boil over.

Many even began to wonder if they were suffering from auditory hallucinations.

Invading the Seireitei?

What a joke. And the invading Ryoka didn't even have a shred of spiritual power?

Was he trying to get himself killed?

"Hahaha, I wonder which peasant from the Rukongai ran to the Seireitei to seek death."

"Exactly. To dare enter the Seireitei without a shred of spiritual power—he must be tired of living!"

"Ignore him, let's keep eating. The alert will be lifted in ten minutes anyway."

"Maybe less than three minutes. As far as I know, members from other divisions have already rushed over there!"

"Eat, eat. Let's go to sleep after we finish; don't worry about him!"

"..."

Comments of this nature erupted in every division. No one cared about the intrusion of a 'Plus' who, in their eyes, possessed no spiritual power.

Most captains felt the same way and gave the alert no thought at all.

However, there were exceptions, such as a certain someone who had been secretly observing the Human World.

In the 5th Division barracks, inside the captain's office.

A middle-aged man with short brown hair and black-rimmed glasses, possessing a gentle face, slowly looked up toward the direction of the West Gate, a playful arc forming at the corner of his mouth.

"So, that interesting human has come as well. How curious..."

Almost no one from any division was deployed; they continued to go about their business as if nothing had happened. They couldn't be blamed, as the announcement had clearly stated the intruder had no spiritual power, which made it impossible for anyone to feel vigilant.

At the West Gate of the Seireitei, a glint of light flashed in Ichimaru Gin's eyes as he looked at Wu Biao. A fox-like smile gradually appeared on his face, and he thought to himself, It's getting more and more lively. This must be the human who piqued Aizen's interest, right?

"Is this where the Shinigami live?"

Brother Biao carried his large bag and looked around, his tone extremely relaxed. He didn't look like an intruder at all; he looked more like an elementary school student on a field trip.

"Oh right, the white-haired guy over there!"

After observing the scenery for a while, Brother Biao remembered the main purpose of his visit. He looked up at Ichimaru Gin and said excitedly, "Come on, I'm here to steamroll the Soul Society. Hurry up, let's fight!"

"..."

The corners of the mouths of the many Shinigami surrounding him twitched instantly. This guy definitely had something wrong with his brain... but then again, it was no wonder; if he didn't have a problem with his brain, he wouldn't have come to invade the Seireitei.

Though Wu Biao called him 'white-haired guy', Ichimaru Gin only smiled slightly, a hint of mockery flashing in his squinted eyes. He turned to the surrounding Shinigami and said, "A brat with no spiritual power—can you handle him? If not, I'll capture him myself!"

His words were clearly a trap for these Shinigami. After all, he knew that Wu Biao had resisted a Gillian in the Human World and even killed it; this group of Shinigami would be no match for Wu Biao at all.

However, the Shinigami didn't know that. Instead, Ichimaru Gin's words made them feel underestimated, and one by one, they patted their chests and shouted.

"Don't worry, Captain Ichimaru Gin! He's just a brat who doesn't know the meaning of death!"

"That's right, you can head back first!"

"..."

"Are you sure you don't need my help?" Ichimaru Gin's smile grew more radiant, and the mockery in his eyes became even more apparent. "Just don't report to the higher-ups after I leave that I didn't take action against the Ryoka and let them go!"

"Absolutely not! We will definitely teach this brat a good lesson!"

On the other side, Wu Biao tilted his head as he watched the group of people talking in the distance, his face clearly showing signs of impatience: "Hey, you idiots over there, are you coming or not? I'm in a hurry to go find that sissy!"

However, before Wu Biao could finish his sentence, Ichimaru Gin winked at Brother Biao, then immediately used Shunpo and vanished from where he stood.

Wu Biao shuddered, standing there blankly for a long moment before he finally reacted.

"Holy crap, that guy... was he just batting his eyelashes at me?" After saying this, Brother Biao couldn't help but shiver. Although Brother Biao didn't discriminate against homosexuals, he certainly had no interest in men...

Quickly casting the nauseating image out of his mind, Wu Biao tightened the straps of his backpack and began walking toward the group of Shinigami who were surrounding him.

"Hey, kid, stop right there!"

Seeing Wu Biao approaching, several officers who were clearly the leaders waved their hands at him: "Do you have any idea what kind of place this is!"

"Hurry up and go home to your mother's milk; it's not too late to get out of here now!"

Wu Biao curled his lip upon hearing this. He couldn't be bothered to waste time on these obvious small-fry characters, so he simply quickened his pace, walked up to the group of Shinigami, and asked: "Small fry, do you know a sissy with long black hair, who looks particularly effeminate, wears a scarf, and has hair like this... yeah, that kind of sissy."

As Wu Biao spoke, he gestured above his head, but the fifty-some Shinigami clearly couldn't figure out who he was looking for from Brother Biao's incredibly distorted description.

"I don't know!" This came from the 3rd Division 3rd Seat standing at the back—Togakushi Li Kong. Before he even finished speaking, he walked forward, and everyone in his path cleared a way; among these people, the 3rd Seat was the strongest!

"However, I am now arresting you on the charge of 'trespassing into Seireitei without a pass.' Come with me."

Hearing this, the gazes the many Shinigami cast toward Wu Biao were filled with pity. Since the 3rd Seat of the 3rd Division had spoken, this poor kid would have to go with them no matter what.

But they couldn't blame anyone else; who told this brat to go looking for death himself!

"Ah, that's a real pain," Wu Biao said, shaking his head in distress.

Just a pain?

The many Shinigami sneered; this kid really didn't know his own limits.

However, they had clearly misunderstood. The "pain" Wu Biao was referring to wasn't them, but rather...

"Where am I supposed to find that sissy in a place this big..."

Brother Biao's distress didn't last long before a look of excitement curled the corners of his mouth: "Forget it, I'll just fight my way in. If I steamroll this place, I'm bound to run into him eventually!"

As soon as these words left his mouth, the Shinigami present were stunned, followed immediately by irritation—irritation at Wu Biao's lack of self-awareness.

"How arrogant, you're seeking your own death!" Togakushi let out a cold snort, his hand resting directly on the hilt of his Zanpakuto, preparing to use force to apprehend this reckless brat!

However...

Click—

The Zanpakuto, which had barely left its sheath by half an inch, was pressed back by a palm that appeared out of thin air. Before 3rd Seat Togakushi could even figure out what had happened, a pair of large hands clamped directly onto his face.

Intense pain radiated from those five fingers, and Togakushi was horrified. Looking through the gaps between the fingers at Wu Biao's cold, smiling face, only one thought crossed his mind: "This is impossible!"

But before he could even voice those words, a terrifying force shattered the Reiatsu he had instinctively gathered, and he was slammed directly into the ground...

Boom—

After a thunderous crash, 3rd Seat Togakushi was buried head-first into the stone floor like a planted vegetable. His legs twitched twice before he lost consciousness.

"I'm in a hurry!"

And this... was the last sentence 3rd Seat Togakushi heard before he passed out.

In truth, if he had taken Wu Biao seriously and released his Zanpakuto, Shun-jin, he wouldn't have been defeated so easily. It was precisely because he hadn't put Wu Biao in his eyes at all that his fate of being taken out in a single second was sealed from the start.

The others didn't know this; they only knew that the 3rd Seat of the 3rd Division had been defeated by the kid before them without being able to put up any resistance.

Wu Biao didn't give them time to react. He lunged forward and threw a straight punch at the nearest target.

Seeing this, the Shinigami instinctively drew his Zanpakuto and met the attack head-on.

"Get lost!"

Wu Biao roared, acting as if he didn't see the sharp blade at all. A black light flashed over his right arm as he punched directly at the Zanpakuto.

With a bang, the Zanpakuto let out a crisp snap and was actually broken in two by Wu Biao's punch. Yet, that fist didn't stop in the slightest, slamming directly into the man's face.

Blood and teeth flew into the air, and the Shinigami was sent flying backward, smashing into a wall in the distance until it crumbled to pieces. He didn't even let out a groan before losing consciousness.

This scene shocked the Shinigami present. The faces of the several officers showed expressions of horror, but at the same time, they regained their senses.

"Attack together! This guy is no simpleton. Don't hold anything back—dead or alive!" As these words were spoken, murderous intent filled the eyes of the Shinigami from the various divisions. Each of them used Shunpo and charged toward Wu Biao.

Those who could release their Zanpakuto did so at this moment. Suddenly, all sorts of release incantations and names of Zanpakuto rang out one after another!

"Hahahaha, come on! This is what you call a real fight!" Wu Biao let out an excited, long laugh. His body swayed as he charged straight at the incoming Shinigami.

Wu Biao's eyes were filled with excited bloodshot veins. This was the kind of battle he had always been looking forward to. His mind became empty, leaving only one thought—or perhaps, one word—and that was...

Fight!

Fight one if one comes, fight a pair if two come, and if a whole group comes... fight them all down and just steamroll this place called Seireitei!

Wu Biao's speed was extremely fast. In an instant, he closed in on a Shinigami who had released his Zanpakuto. The Reiatsu on the Shinigami's blade flared, and with overwhelming force, he slashed toward Wu Biao.

"Good!" Wu Biao roared. His left hand suddenly lifted and he slapped forward with all his might. With a whoosh, the released Zanpakuto trembled violently, and upon contact with Wu Biao's palm, the Reiatsu wrapping it collapsed and scattered.

The officer only felt a terrifying force transmit from his Zanpakuto; his palm went numb instantly, and the blade flew out of his hand, knocked away by that single slap.

But before he could react, Wu Biao had already crouched low in front of him and slammed a fist into his abdomen. As the officer spat blood and was sent flying backward, Wu Biao had already pivoted his right foot and charged toward the person on his right.

"Shroud, Mukyo!"

At the same time, a Shinigami whispered, and his Zanpakuto instantly released. A massive amount of mist appeared around Wu Biao, rendering him unable to see even his own hand in front of his face.

"Die!"

The Shinigami snarled with a ferocious expression, sneaking directly toward Wu Biao. Just as he was about to launch a sneak attack with his Zanpakuto, Wu Biao, inside the mist, turned around. Ignoring the visual obstruction of the fog, he landed a punch with pinpoint accuracy onto the man.

The Shinigami was horrified, only having enough time to hold his Zanpakuto horizontally in front of him, but...

With a crisp snap, the seated officer's Zanpakuto was shattered in half by the punch. The blow continued with unabated force, slamming heavily into his body. As the blade broke, its owner was knocked unconscious by the strike, and the mist immediately dissipated!

Everything happened too fast. From the moment Wu Biao charged in until now, only a few breaths had passed, yet two low-ranking seated officers had already been defeated by him in the blink of an eye!

This scene made everyone gasp, their pupils constricting in shock.

However, the arrow was already on the string and had to be fired; the remaining Shinigami had all rushed forward, and it was already too late to retreat.

That lightning-fast battle had left them all terrified. At this moment, they brought out their strongest trump cards; those who could release their blades had done so, and those who could not were channeling their full spiritual pressure.

Furthermore, their attacks were now extremely ruthless, as they dared not underestimate the person before them in the slightest.

Feeling the killing intent from these people, a flash of blood-red light appeared in Wu Biao's eyes.

Although Wu Biao loved to fight, he was never a bloodthirsty person. He could kill those non-humanoid Hollows with ease, but he had always held back when dealing with these Shinigami.

Now, seeing them direct killing intent toward him, Wu Biao could not help but release a trace of murderous aura from his own eyes.

Immediately after, Wu Biao's figure exploded forward, meeting the few people at the front in an instant, his fists turning into afterimages as he struck out fiercely.

Punches, elbow strikes, knee strikes... even his shoulders; the various combat techniques he had learned were displayed to their fullest extent. Perhaps these techniques only had average power when used by others, looking at most a bit flashy.

But when augmented by Wu Biao's terrifying strength, these advanced combat techniques could unleash unimaginable power, not necessarily losing out to the Hakuda that Shinigami relied on with spiritual pressure as an auxiliary.

Boom, boom, boom.

At this moment, Wu Biao was like a combat machine, every part of his body capable of becoming a weapon. Wherever his fists and feet struck, Zanpakuto shattered and bodies were sent flying backward.

He was like a lion charging into a flock of sheep; not a single person was a match for even one of his blows, creating a scene of absolute, crushing dominance!

(End of chapter)