Reborn as the God of Death and became the Captain of the Ten Blades

"I hope you can still be so confident later." Dorudoni said coldly.

Kenpachi Zaraki suddenly opened his shirt, exposing his chest: "Hollow, I'll let you chop me three times first."

Dordoni didn't understand and thought that Kenpachi Zaraki was a little stupid, and he felt even more disappointed.

"Yachukas, although I don't know your name, I can sense that you are not an ordinary hollow. To be on the safe side, I will let you have three moves first."

"What do you mean?" Dordoni's eyes gradually turned cold. This was a naked provocation.

"The opponents I met before all said that they were strong, but in the end I killed them easily. I didn't get to experience the joy of fighting at all. To be on the safe side, I might as well let myself bleed a little first." Kenpachi Zaraki told the truth.

But in Dordoni's eyes, these words were filled with extreme contempt, and the murderous intent in his eyes was as solid as substance.

Kenpachi Zaraki suddenly laughed, his emotions high, and the bells above his head rang in unison: "Yes, yes, yes, that's it, since we have chosen to fight, we must either have one or leave."

"In that case, I agree to your request."

Upon hearing this, Kenpachi Zaraki tore his clothes immediately, held his head high, and looked expectant.

Dordoni's face was as gloomy as water, and his feet spun as fast as they could, and the next second he appeared on a branch.

His right hand turned into a claw with a sharp force, grabbing towards the head of Xiao Baqianliu who had not yet reacted.

"This little girl should be very important to you. Can you still stick to your idea?"

At the moment when his right claw was about to touch Yachiru, a hint of surprise flashed across Dorudoni's face and his body immediately disappeared from the spot.

"Boom." A sword pressure as solid as substance exploded, and soil mixed with branches poured out like a waterfall.

Kenpachi Zaraki stood in front of Yachiryu with his upper body naked, looking at Dordoni like a dead man, with cold and violent spiritual pressure gushing out of him.

Feeling the coldness coming from his body, Dorudoni suddenly laughed crazily. In extreme excitement, his facial features became ferocious. "Hahaha, yes, yes, yes, that's it. Putting aside the decadent reception ceremony, one of us must die today."

Kenpachi Zaraki didn't say anything, but silently held his Zanpakuto across his chest. The jagged blade trembled wildly under his extreme spiritual pressure.

"I can sharpen my Zanpakutō again today."

After saying that, his body suddenly shot out, and his Zanpakutō slashed towards Dordoni with a whistling sound.

There was no mercy, no temptation, and the attack was a killing move.

This is Kenpachi Zaraki whose reverse scale has been touched.

Facing Kenpachi Zaraki's powerful attack, Dordoni did not dodge or evade. He kicked out with his right foot like lightning, and when it collided with his Zanpakuto, a golden sound was heard.

"Are you surprised?" Dordoni looked at Kenpachi Zaraki who was a little stunned, and instantly increased the strength of his feet.

Caught off guard, Kenpachi Zaraki couldn't help but fall downwards.

Dordoni's feet turned again and he came behind Kenpachi Zaraki. He kicked out with his right foot again, aiming at Kenpachi Zaraki's head. If the kick hit the target, the consequences would be disastrous.

Kenpachi Zaraki was very strong. No matter how arrogant he was, he would never joke with his own head. He blocked his Zanpakuto on the side and used the force of the sword to retreat.

"You just said you wanted me to chop you three times, Death God, you are too weak."

"Hmm?" Dorudoni was a little surprised when he found that the spiritual pressure of the Death God opposite him had surged again. "Yes, Death God, use all your strength. Today, one of us must die."

"Okay, okay, Yachukas, I admire you more and more. Let's make a deal. One of us must die today."

After saying that, he pounced on Dorudoni again, and the sharpness of the knife tip was slightly chilling.

"Too slow." Dorudoni shook his head, using his left foot as the axis and kicking out with his right foot.

When approaching Dordoni, Kenpachi Zaraki's body suddenly accelerated, completely ignoring the opponent's attack, and chopped at the opponent. The sound was as sharp as chopping on steel.

At this moment, he felt a sharp pain in his waist. This pain instead aroused his ferocity. He raised the knife again and pressed down madly.

Seeing this, Dorudoni showed a mocking expression on his face, stopped his actions, and let the other party chop him.

There was no blood, no scars, only torn clothes and a glaring white mark.

"My steel skin is the strongest among the Yachucas. If you are not satisfied, I can let you have three moves. However, I can tell you that you will never be able to hurt me."

He was answered with a stronger slash, the target was his neck.

Seeing this, Dorudoni quickly dodged without caring about the big words he had just said.

Kenpachi Zaraki looked at the retreating Dordoni and said calmly: "Look, the opponents I met also said that you can't hurt me, but I killed them all without exception."

I added silently in my heart, except that one.

Dorudoni finally became angry and shouted, "You are looking for death."

His body became a phantom, he no longer held back, his legs shadowed as he moved, each kick accompanied by a sonic boom.

Two figures fought in the air.

Dorudoni's attacks were extremely heavy, and each strike had the force of a thousand pounds.

Kenpachi Zaraki completely gave up on defense, neither dodging nor evading, allowing Dordoni's attacks to fall on him like a storm. Every moment of pain would arouse the ferocity in the deepest part of his soul, and he swung his sword wildly at Dordoni.

The body seemed not to be his own.

Seeing this, Dorudoni avoided the attacks on his vital parts and used his steel skin to block the rest.

Suddenly, a cold light slid across his thigh, and with a "ripping" sound, a dazzling blood-red light fell from the air.

There was a fierce light in Dordoni's eyes, and he kicked out with both legs in the air, falling like raindrops, more than twice as fast as before.

Kenpachi Zaraki only felt that his chest was being hit continuously by a thousand-pound hammer, and his body was kicked dozens of meters away. With a "crack", his ribs broke. He could no longer hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He steadied himself again, as if nothing had happened, looked at the blood stained on his Zanpakutō, and casually shook it off.

His face was calm as he said, "Finally got used to your power?"

"Oh?"

"Because I'm too strong, in order to continue to enjoy the joy of fighting, my body will involuntarily suppress my strength to the same level as my opponent. Coupled with the boring battles these days, my body seems to be asleep."

After saying that, he pointed the tip of the knife at Dorudoni and said, "I also want to thank you for allowing this body to gradually wake up."

At this moment, Kenpachi Zaraki's eyes narrowed slightly and he looked in a certain direction.

White fluid suddenly flowed out of Dorudoni's injured thigh, covering the wound in an instant, and then the wound healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally even the torn pants were restored to their original state.

"Super speed regeneration!"

Dordoni laughed loudly: "Are all death gods as fond of bragging as you? Don't worry, even if you awaken all your powers, you can't beat my regeneration speed."