Global Advent: I Am Death

Chapter 82 Wang Zhen
"Sorry, sorry, I was indeed abrupt." The silver-haired man's expression paused, then he shook his head and smiled.

"The new vice-captain of the Sixth Division of the Seling Court, Wang Zhen."

"Vice-captain?" Li Qi raised his eyebrows, the Sixth Division actually had a new vice-captain, it seems that during the time Xia Ke left, there have been many changes in the world of souls.

"The fifth team of Lingbao Bureau, Li Qi." Li Qi nodded, but he was a little puzzled.

The Sixth Division is basically a team composed of nobles. When Xia Ke told him about the strength of the Seireitei before, he said that the Sixth Division had no captain, but he didn't care.

But since the current Seireitei nobles are the most powerful, it is logically impossible for this team composed of nobles to not have captain-level figures.

"Lingbao Bureau?" After hearing Li Qi's answer, the other party was stunned for a moment.

"Are you from this world?" The silver-haired man's face became serious, and he looked at the boy in front of him with some seriousness.

Now, among the aborigines, information about the present world is not uncommon. In reality, this place is almost organized by the strongest psykers, and it is also a place that many nobles care about.

After all, what they did would cause a conflict with the Lingbao Bureau.

The few people seemed to be chatting as usual, turning a blind eye to the spirit body lying under their feet. Li Qi's heart sank slightly when he saw the attitude of the other party.

These few people didn't look like the kind of fights that would take into account the ordinary people around them, which was not good news for him.

Silently taking a step forward, Li Qi separated the distance between the God of Death and the spirit body.

With Li Qi's truncation, the people who were almost immobile after being crushed to the ground by the spiritual pressure behind them regained a little mobility.

"Song Liming!" The spirits lying on the ground also reacted at this time. Their groundless guesses about Li Qi before were all groundless, but now Song Liming, who encouraged them, had no difficulty in guessing their intentions.

Sure enough, with the recovery of mobility, Song Liming hurriedly led his younger brothers to retreat behind the death gods and his party.

Song Liming didn't care about the angry shouts of those former companions, but bowed his body and looked at a fat man with a smile on his face.

"Master Tang, I'm really sorry. Originally, the three gods of death left today for various reasons. Who would have thought that this kid would suddenly appear out of nowhere." He rubbed his hands and turned around fiercely. He glared at Li Qi and said with a smile: "But several adults are here, and this brat has only been a god of death for a few days. I believe that all the adults can easily handle it with just the movement of their fingers!"

The fat man known as Mr. Tang kept his smile on his face, nodded slightly and said: "It's okay, if those three don't come, we are sure to win here, but there is one more opponent."

"Yes, yes, your lord is mighty!" Song Liming changed his previous image of majestic and upright, and vividly performed his dog-legged appearance.

"This man... is hopeless." A trace of disappointment flashed in Li Qi's eyes.

Li Qi's step forward seemed to surprise the other party, and the silver-haired man looked at Li Qi with interest.

"Although the strength of the Lingbao Bureau may be a very powerful force in this world, but you are now in the world of corpses and souls. Facing the five of us, what right do you have to face us?" Gently put down the huge saw, raised a pair of sky-shaking eyebrows, and looked at the young boy in front of him with some playfulness.

Li Qi's feet sank, crushing the flat ground.

The spiritual pressure originally exerted by the opponent began to intensify again, pressing towards Li Qi.

Li Qi smiled, but didn't answer. He sensed the spirit body behind him, and waited until everyone ran back to a safe place, then slowly raised his footsteps and took a small step forward.

boom! !

Without the influence of ordinary people, Li Qi's substantive spiritual pressure swept towards everyone.

"What!" The silver-haired man stared, and was crushed by Li Qi's spiritual pressure and took a step back.

"Someone once said that the battle of the god of death is the battle of Reiatsu." Li Qi drew out the Zanpakuto, and stretched it neatly to his chest.

He smiled, pointed at the silver-haired Reaper and said, "Whether the Lingbao Bureau is strong or not, my Reiatsu is not weak anyway."

"Really?" Wang Zhen, the silver-haired man, put away his smiling expression, pulled out the Zanpakutō behind him, and said slowly: "Interesting, you guys step back and I'll play with him."

The other four people didn't seem to have any objections, and one by one, they left the square with Song Liming and his younger brother.

"What... what?" Song Liming's eyes widened, feeling a little incredulous.

Is this kid so powerful?He felt something was wrong. He had seen this silver-haired man before. His Zanpakuto could turn into tide, which was very powerful.

But now he is confronting that kid seriously.

Wang Zhen's Zanpakutō is very special, and it is best used to fight multiple enemies with one strike. If his companions attack together, it will limit his ability.

But now that Wang Zhen said he wanted to pick one, it proved that he himself believed that the five of them might not be able to beat each other without releasing the Zanpakuto!

Song Liming felt that the cold sweat was about to overflow from his face. If the nobleman's plan failed because of his mistake in not reporting the letter, would he have to apologize with death?

Thinking of the cruel lynchings of nobles against their own people, Song Liming's legs weakened and she almost collapsed to the ground.

"Why...how could this be..." He lowered his head, not daring to look at the fat man's expression, feeling very depressed inside.

But then he thought again, Wang Zhen dared to use all his strength to deal with that kid, so he must be sure of succeeding. As long as Wang Zhen succeeded, the mission would be completed, and he would not be considered a failure in the mission, but would have made a great contribution!

Thinking of this, Song Liming raised his head and stared at the two people in the square, silently praying in his heart that Wang Zhen could take down that brat.

"One on one?" Li Qi narrowed his eyes slightly. There was not much difference in spiritual pressure between him and the silver-haired man, but the other party still chose to fight alone...

Are you very confident in your own strength?

Or are there any powerful abilities that cannot be performed with companions?

Li Qi thinks this way because there are indeed several Zanpakuto in the comics, who have this ability, although powerful, but there are many restrictions.

"Maybe you have some powerful killer move, but I advise you not to be too confident." Wang Zhen slowly drew out Zanpakutao, raised his finger to Li Qi, and still showed a faint smile on his face, "Trust me, Our hundreds of years of combat experience are not comparable to those of you who have just become gods of death!"

"Really?" Li Qi was noncommittal, thinking that you didn't seem to have thought about why people in this world can adapt to the death profession so quickly?

System, system, this is no joke.

"Tread Xiang to suppress evil, Jade Qilin!"

"Roll over, beluga!"

In an instant, the place where Wang Zhen was standing was surrounded by a huge, constantly rotating water polo.

Li Qi made a slight stroke with the sword in his hand, and a crescent moon of spiritual energy as thin as a cicada's wing shot out.

After several days and nights of practice, Li Qi compressed his own spiritual power, compressing the original thick shock wave to the extreme, which can save spiritual power while retaining the original power.

The light green crescent moon rushed down obliquely and flew towards the opponent wrapped in the water polo. When it hit the water polo, it dissipated slowly like a bean crushed by a stone mill and merged into the water polo.

(End of this chapter)