Ten minutes ago.
Spirit Arts Academy In the teaching dojo of Class 2 of the first year group, more than a dozen students were trembling and huddled in the corner.
In the middle of Class 2's dojo, there were two corpses lying in a pool of blood.
In front of the corpse, the panting Kyoraku Shunsui and Ukitake Jushiro stood side by side. They held Asauchi tightly and stared in the direction of the door.
In the corridor outside the door, shouts of death and screams, as well as violent collisions and explosions from time to time, were mixed together, constantly impacting the hearts of every surviving student in the room.
It was as if the door outside had become a purgatory-like slaughterhouse.
No one in the dojo dared to make a sound.
Kyoraku stared at the door with a stern expression, cold sweat gradually flowing from his forehead. In order to relieve the tense nerves, he whispered:
"Ukitake, those two guys just now, why do they have real Asauchi? In the whole class, shouldn't there be only Lin Nan and the two of us with Asauchi? And what about the move they just used called [Soul Art]?"
Ukitake's eyes never left the door. His face was as dark as water, and he replied in a low voice, "I don't know either. However, this Soul Art was also used by the men in black who once attacked Rukongai's stronghold. It seems that the two of them may be rebels in disguise."
"Really? Then it looks like we're in trouble now. The rebels have actually infiltrated Dangdang Spirit Arts Academy. I'm afraid Old Man Yama is going to lose his temper. Are you okay? You're so weak and you're doing Shikai, can you still hold on?"
"Fortunately, after being cured last time, my body has recovered a lot, and my physical fitness is much stronger now than before." Ukitake nodded lightly.
When the sound of fighting suddenly enveloped the entire teaching building, two inconspicuous students from Class 2 suddenly jumped up and attacked the teacher to death with a knife.
The students in Class Two did not suffer too many casualties in Rukongai. Faced with the violence, the first reaction of the students, including Kyoraku and Ukitake, was to stand up and stop them.
However, the disparity in strength quickly calmed down a group of enthusiastic students. The faint light of spiritual pressure in the hands of the two rebels swept across them, and in an instant they took away the lives of several students.
At the critical moment, Kyoraku and Ukitake, the only two people in the class who knew Shikai, had no choice but to free Zanpakuto. After a long struggle, they relied on their respective Zanpakuto abilities to kill the enemy.
At the same time, the sounds of fighting outside the dojo could be heard, and the entire teaching building seemed to have become a battlefield.
Kyoraku's eyes suddenly froze, "Be careful, there is something moving outside!"
Behind them, a room full of deans suddenly became nervous. They had witnessed the battle just now and had a deep understanding of the power gap between the enemy and ourselves.
Everyone has accompanied the real Court Guard Squad on missions, and has a general understanding of Soul Reaper's combat strength.
The two rebels who were just killed were at least as strong as Seated Officer, who ranked last! How could he, a first-year college student, be his opponent?
I'm afraid only the three monsters who are disciples of Gen Style can fight them, right?
Outside the door, the distant shouts of death and screams have fallen silent. At this moment, in the complete silence, a few series of particularly clear footsteps gradually approached the door of Class 2.
At this time, some timid ones even covered their mouths tightly, fearing that they would make the slightest sound and be noticed by people outside the door.
"What's going on? The door to class two is still closed?"
"We're done here, but those two guys lurking in class two haven't finished yet? What a waste!"
The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and it sounded like there were at least three or four people. Kyoraku and Ukitake frowned at the same time.
The enemies just now all have the basic strength of Seated Officer, and fighting them head-on has already made Kyoraku and two feel very difficult. If they fight head-on with three or four enemies of the same level, Kyoraku believes that the chance of winning for himself and Ukitake will not exceed 50%.
After all, they don't have powerful spiritual pressure like Lin Nan.
"That guy Lin Nan, why are you skipping class today! With him here, at least we will feel a lot more relaxed..." Kyoraku complained softly, holding the handle of the knife tightly with both hands, ready to release Zanpakuto at any time.
When Ukitake heard Lin Nan's name, an idea suddenly flashed in his mind, and he remembered the cooperative battle with Lin Nan when he was Rukongai.
"Kyoraku, wait for me..." He whispered in Kyoraku's ear.
The footsteps outside the door were getting closer and closer, and several lines of spiritual pressure that were obviously at the level of Seated Officer were clearly reflected in the spiritual senses of everyone in the room.
Several female classmates covered their mouths tightly, tears falling silently from the corners of their eyes.
Ukitake held the knife in one hand, silently took two steps back, and moved Kyoraku in front of him.
And Kyoraku also held his breath and faced the door, not daring to be careless at all.
The series of footsteps came to the door and finally stopped.
"Hmm. Do you feel it?" a voice asked loudly without any hesitation.
Then there were several bursts of laughter.
"It seems that the two idiots in class two have been killed! It's really embarrassing! However, this class is very interesting! It actually has two stronger spiritual pressures. But it's useless! Because..."
The door of the dojo was suddenly opened. Four big men wearing dark red clothes and belly-roll breastplates blocked the door. There were still blood dripping from the Asauchi in their hands.
"Today is the day you must die!"
The students in the room immediately felt suffocated. This was due to the oppressive feeling caused by the large gap in spiritual pressure.
Almost at the same time as the door was opened, Kyoraku and Ukitake shouted at the same time:
"If the flower wind is disordered, the flower gods will cry; if the sky wind is disordered, the demon will laugh - Flower Heaven!"
"Hadō-Twenty·Sky-Illuminating Orb!"
In the eyes of the four rebels who had just opened the door, everything was drowned by the sudden burst of dazzling light, including the figure facing the door.
Several people were caught off guard and closed their eyes, blocking the light in front of them with their hands:
"Do you want to defeat us with No. 20 Hadō? Childish..."
"It's such a good opportunity for a sneak attack, but only a ball of light was released? It's a pity that you won't have another chance."
While several people were chattering to themselves, a sudden low voice sounded behind them:
"Kageoni."
A huge blade-like black shadow passed through the back of one of the rebels and penetrated straight through his chest.
The man who had been stabbed looked at his chest in disbelief and struggled to utter a few words:
"This is, what..."
The other three people looked at the huge knife tip on their companion's chest in shock. But there was no one behind him!
The black shadow blade was retracted and disappeared. The rebel who was stabbed lost consciousness and fell to the ground with a thud.
One of the rebels closest to him noticed the clue and stared at the ground. "It's a shadow! His shadow!"
However, before he finished speaking, a small object quickly emerged from his own reflection and hit his right eye instantly!
"Ah!" The rebel didn't expect that the other party actually had a hidden weapon, and he covered his eyes in pain.
Upon seeing this, the other two rebels immediately waved Zanpakuto in their hands, used Soul Art to attack the shadows on the ground, and at the same time jumped away from the area illuminated by the light ball.
Ukitake in the room saw that the other party had noticed it, and immediately threw Sky-Illuminating Orb in his hand forward.
As the light position changed, a shadow of his own quickly appeared behind him. The shadow quickly turned black and solid, and a figure as black as ink stood out from it.
Kyoraku Shunsui succeeded in two strikes and returned behind Ukitake unscathed. He held a huge knife in his right hand and made a slight move with his left hand.
On the ground at the door, a top with blood stains immediately flew to his palm. During the flight, the spinning top shook off all the blood stains.
Kyoraku held the top in his left hand and said seriously, "You may be very strong, but if you underestimate our students, you will suffer a big loss."
Ukitake saw Kyoraku return safely, and also liberated his own Zanpakuto--Sōgyo no Kotowari.
"Please don't underestimate us! As long as we cooperate properly, it is not difficult for the weak to defeat the strong!" he warned seriously.
The classmates in the back began to look at the two of them with admiration. Before, I thought it was too ostentatious that they and Lin Nan were both disciples of Captain-Commander and could live in a noble dormitory.
But today, many college students have completely changed their views on these people, and even regard Kyoraku as their saviors. Some people are secretly praying in their hearts, hoping that Lin Nan will appear soon.
If that dangerous white-haired boy was here, the situation would probably be more optimistic, right?
The rebel who was blinded in his right eye struggled to get up from the ground and casually pulled out Zanpakuto from his waist. "You think that killing one or two of our comrades in a sneak attack is enough to brag, don't you?"
Kyoraku held out three fingers seriously. "It's three."
"Ha." The rebel smiled disapprovingly, "You just killed the three weakest among us and think you are great? It's useless, you will die all the same! You are not the only ones facing us.
Behind us, there are a hundred people stronger than us!"