Ninth Division Business: Arrest Them All!

Ikkaku Madarame, Third Seat of the Eleventh Division.

He revered battle and followed the creed that the strong were supreme.

In his dictionary, there had never been such words as defeat without a fight.

The corners of his mouth stretched across his vicious bald head, revealing stark white teeth and an expression like that of a wild beast.

"Captain of the Ninth Division, I won't surrender so easily!"

His wild spiritual pressure raged, sweeping backward across the grass like a storm, sending countless blades of grass flying and dust billowing into the air.

Clearly, Ikkaku Madarame had not learned about the Assessment Battle at the dojo earlier.

As such, he knew nothing whatsoever about Su Feng's strength.

Even after Su Feng issued an arrest order for him, he still foolishly dreamed of fighting back.

"Can I take that as resisting arrest?"

Su Feng pulled his right hand from within his haori, shedding some of his languid air.

"Think whatever you like, Captain."

Ikkaku Madarame grinned savagely as he raised the Asauchi still sheathed at his side.

"If you're strong enough, you'll be able to arrest me."

At the sight of this,

the Eleventh Division soldiers behind him began to roar and laugh as well.

"Haha, Ikkaku-sama, show this kid what we're made of!"

"The gates of the Eleventh Division Barracks are our pride. Don't let this bastard off!"

"Kill him and make him regret it for the rest of his life!"

The scene was like a horde of demons dancing wildly.

Fujio Ryukawa trembled, completely overwhelmed by their presence, and even instinctively hid behind Su Feng.

Of course,

it was not his fault.

In the Ninth Division, Fujio Ryukawa was merely a clerical officer with rather limited combat ability.

Coming to the Eleventh Division Barracks was like a little white rabbit wandering into a hungry tiger's den.

The fact that he had not been scared to death on the spot was already proof of remarkable courage.

Su Feng, on the other hand, remained as calm as ever, his expression utterly unchanged.

"Fujio Ryukawa, add another charge."

"Eleventh Division soldiers disregard law and discipline and show no respect for a captain."

Fujio Ryukawa shuddered and dared not say anything. He merely took out paper and brush with trembling hands and carefully recorded it in the case file.

"Huh?" The strange red eyeshadow around Ikkaku Madarame's eyes twitched as he said disdainfully, "Respect is reserved for the strong."

"If you're strong enough, you'll naturally earn our respect."

He pointed the sheathed Asauchi at Su Feng. "Now, let's settle the score for destroying the barracks gate!"

Boom!

Ikkaku Madarame bent and launched himself off the ground, hurtling toward Su Feng like a cannonball.

The savage grin on his vicious face was accompanied by surging, tangible spiritual pressure.

He came at him with sheer overwhelming momentum.

Facing Ikkaku Madarame, who looked like a vicious demon, Su Feng's gaze sharpened slightly as he met him head-on.

The Asauchi came down in a vertical slash, instantly cleaving the air as it headed straight for his opponent's face.

"Bakudo #39: Enkosen."

Su Feng had no intention of dodging. With a slight parting of his lips, he cast Bakudo #39.

At precisely the right moment, the circular shield blocked the Asauchi, scattering several brilliant sparks.

With nothing more than a basic strike, Ikkaku Madarame did not possess the strength to break through Enkosen's defense.

Even with Incantation Abandonment, it would have been the same.

Caught off guard, the immense rebound nearly sent Ikkaku Madarame flying.

"Kido..."

He bared his teeth at the circular shield before him. "I hate opponents like this the most."

Because of the Eleventh Division's culture, most of its soldiers wielded direct-attack-type Zanpakuto and were naturally not particularly skilled in Kido.

And Kenpachi Zaraki, who had only recently taken office, was a complete Kido idiot.

This division culture only showed signs of growing more extreme.

"No matter." Su Feng said calmly, "I'll make you yield completely."

As his spiritual pressure receded, Enkosen dissolved into spirit particles and merged with the air.

He did not even draw his Zanpakuto, instead launching an attack on Ikkaku Madarame empty-handed.

Su Feng stepped forward and vanished from where he stood in an instant.

At that moment, Ikkaku Madarame's vigilance flared, and a sense of danger rose from the depths of his heart.

He brought his Asauchi back in defense, holding it horizontally before himself.

Hakuda Technique: Sodeguruma.

His right arm bent at an incredibly strange angle, slipping past the sharp Asauchi before striking his opponent's face without warning.

Ikkaku Madarame's vision went black, shock nearly filling his heart.

Before he could react, a calm voice reached his ears.

"Crude tricks, a completely undisciplined fighting style, just like a beast..."

Su Feng's right hand covered Ikkaku Madarame's face as his spiritual pressure erupted, instantly suppressing him completely.

"As the Third Seat of a combat division, you're nothing special."

As his words fell, an explosive sound rang out.

Boom!!

Power burst from his right hand as he violently slammed Ikkaku Madarame into the grass, smashing a deep crater into the ground.

The earth cracked layer by layer, spiderweb-like fissures spreading everywhere in a complete mess.

The Eleventh Division Barracks fell into dead silence.

The watching soldiers stared wide-eyed at everything unfolding before them, their scalps tingling and their minds completely blank.

In their terror, they even forgot to breathe.

Only when their faces had turned red from holding their breath did the Shinigami Soldiers finally recover their senses.

The sound of someone swallowing broke the deathly silence.

"What... just happened?!"

"Ikkaku-sama... lost!?"

"Impossible! This has to be an illusion, how could this..."

It was not that they could not accept Ikkaku Madarame's defeat. They could not accept such a one-sided beating, where he had not been able to fight back at all.

From beginning to end, Ikkaku Madarame had only swung his blade twice.

One strike had landed on Enkosen and accomplished nothing.

The other had been a defensive strike that had not even touched the corner of his opponent's clothes.

Then he had been slammed into the grass without a shred of dignity, leaving behind a massive crater several meters wide.

Even Fujio Ryukawa, who had come with Su Feng, stared at the change before him in stunned disbelief.

He had believed Su Feng would win, but wasn't this victory a little too clean and decisive?

It was a complete and utter crushing!

This newly appointed captain was simply too strong!

Fujio Ryukawa's eyes gleamed as his expression gradually grew excited.

Su Feng, however, remained calm, without the slightest emotional ripple.

To him, this outcome was only natural.

After all, his Hakuda skill had reached Ninth Dan.

In this field alone, how many people in the entire Soul Society could be stronger than him?

Even Yoruichi Shihoin and Kensei Muguruma, the two most proficient in Hakuda,

Su Feng was confident that he could crush them in every aspect of Hakuda technique.

Much less Ikkaku Madarame.

"Bakudo #4: Hainawa."

Su Feng flicked his fingers, and a rope-like cord of light formed from spirit particles shot forth, binding Ikkaku Madarame tightly where he lay in an instant.

"Fujio Ryukawa, take this guy away."

Just as Fujio Ryukawa, brimming with excitement and borrowing Su Feng's authority, stepped forward to act,

someone among the watching Shinigami Soldiers suddenly gathered the courage to say:

"Y-you can't just take Third Seat Ikkaku away like this..."

Su Feng raised an eyebrow and looked over, then unexpectedly nodded in agreement.

"True."

"I nearly forgot about all of you."

He glanced sideways at Fujio Ryukawa beside him and instructed, "Take away the few here who show the most disregard for law and discipline as well."

Eleventh Division soldiers: "???"