Bleach: Stir Up the Situation

"Reaper's Disturbance ()"

"Okay, huh?!" The voice on the other side seemed to finally come to his senses, and his tone became weird, "Are you joking, Master Ayasegawa?"

"Of course I'm not joking."

Gongqin also knew that this kind of words sounded like a joke, so he purposely made a serious one, which seemed to have no effect at all.

"I'm serious, prepare the team funeral for the corner of Madarame as soon as possible, in case of a rainy day!"

"It is good!"

It does sound serious, but it is because of seriousness that it seems to be joking!

At this moment, Shingo Asano felt that the world was playing a series of jokes with him. On a very ordinary morning, Inoue came to school again with her arms hanging. For her, this level of bumps and bumps is quite common.

Immediately afterwards, a group of eccentrics who claimed to be Ichigo's friends came, such as a bad boy with red hair and a rogue head, a bad boy with a bald head and a wooden knife, and a sissy with exaggerated eyebrows.

By the way, there is also a big sister, that big sister is really big, Ichigo still has such a good friend, really not enough brothers!

But just like he failed to give that elder sister a warm hug at that time, Asano didn't think these people would have any influence on him.

But just a dozen hours later, after he was driven out to buy things by his sister at home, things started to go wrong.

Something like a flying dragon flying across the sky? There are so many games, it’s dazzled.

A guy with an afro wearing black like a martial arts uniform and holding a katana sword? Is there any strange martial arts school opened in Karakura Town? Or is there a crew making a movie here?

Strange things that could be barely explained happened one after another. It wasn't until Asano encountered the bald and sissy who claimed to be Ichigo's friend again that Asano realized that those previous explanations were completely deceiving himself.

A door to a new world is slowly opening, and the old world in my heart is gradually collapsing, heading towards the end...

The monsters in the distance are like the boss in the game, every move has the power to destroy everything, is this a nightmare? If so, it would be too real.

And the bald man who fought against the monster was said to be the second strongest man in the eleventh team. As for what kind of mysterious organization the Eleventh Team is, we have to start from a place called the World of Souls...

Corpse Soul Realm, Void, Death God? ! There is a god standing beside me? What a joke!

"Preparing for a team funeral for Madarame corner"

That bald head is obviously not dead yet, so try to save him! Asano's expression was dull, and his heart was already in chaos.

This is a joke, right? It's a big-budget prank show, right? Come on whoever it is, come out and tell me, "You've been scammed, fool..."

But if Asano could hear what Adorard said at this moment, he would probably start to doubt life.

"You still admit defeat."

Edolad fell to the ground, looked at the corner that was trembling and trying to get up, and didn't rush to attack.

The opponent's Zanpakuto was interrupted by his punch, even though he still had the ability, it was done entirely by strong will, and Yijiao's body could no longer support him to fight with such high intensity as before.

Just one more swipe can put an end to the life of a corner.

The battle is over.

But at this moment, Edorard couldn't bear it, and he didn't show the slightest murderous aura from the beginning to the end. Edorad could understand that emotion, victory or defeat is the result of the battle, life and death are just incidentals, they are naturally warlike, but they are not slaves who are bitten by those incidentals.

He's a fighter, and so is the character, a respectable fighter! If such a person died by his own hands, it would be too lonely.

"It's a virtue for a fighter to admit defeat sometimes."

Lord Grimmjow's order was to kill all people with Reiatsu, but even if he disobeyed the order, he still wanted to let this man go. I believe Lord Grimmjow can also understand his thoughts.

"Your performance is good enough, there is no need for me to beat you to pieces.

Seeing that there was no response from the corner, Edorard continued to persuade: "Admit defeat, I have already remembered your name." The corner of Madarame, this may be the name of the person who will defeat me in the future, but it will never be the present. "

Yijiao raised his head and smiled contemptuously, threw the broken handle of the gun on the ground, held the remaining half of the gun with both hands, and stabbed Edolad again while shouting.

"I can admit defeat, but I will never stand up and admit defeat!"

He intentionally let go of a corner, but it doesn't mean that Edolad will stand up and get beaten. A lion should try his best to fight a rabbit, not to mention that the opponent is not a rabbit, but a male lion. Even if it is full of scars, it is still a male lion!

A pillar of fire shot out from the round hole on the shoulder, this punch was even stronger than the punch just now, like a meteorite falling from the sky, it slammed heavily towards the charging corner.

boom! The huge explosion instantly turned hundreds of meters into ruins, and the roofs of some houses further away were blown off by the blast.

The state of one corner is indeed unable to support the full-strength battle. I saw his left hand trembling on the ground, as if it was the only pillar supporting his scarred body and would not completely fall down.

The Ghost Lantern Ball in the right hand can no longer be seen as a weapon, only a piece of wooden stick that has been blown into tattoos at both ends is left. If it is not held in the hand, it is estimated that even this piece will not be left.

The fist on his shoulder seemed to be able to completely knock him down with just a little more force. This has nothing to do with willpower, but that he has reached his limit.

"It's not to insult you by asking you to admit defeat, understand?"

"Even if it's an insult, if you lose, you lose."

Edorard withdrew his fist, and what he said made him even more confused. This man is not someone who refuses to lose, "Why? Have you never lost before, so you confuse death with losing?"

Never lose? Yijiao thought about it, a long time ago, so long that he was still in Liuhun Street, at that time he really hadn't lost.

That's right, he was as Edulard had guessed, taking people's lives if they win, and killing people when they lose, this is a very normal thing, this is the wager of the battle, and it is also the meaning of it.

A winner is too lazy to even take your life, and has nothing else to accept. This only shows your life, and everything about you is not worth mentioning in his eyes. insult? No, not even insulting worth.

This once became a corner of the belief, and he also enjoyed it, until one day, the man with the little girl on his back defeated him without any effort.

No matter how many times he attacks, he will be knocked down, no matter how many times he gets up, he is destined to fall at his feet, and he can only look up at his strength.

Not only did he let himself fall in a pool of blood to taste the bitterness of defeat

even more cruelly put their own beliefs

Smash it with your own hands...