Start from the God of Death and break through the world

In the Shinigami world, the concept of spiritual pressure or spiritual power can simply be understood as the 'density of the soul'.

Generally speaking, people with higher spiritual pressure can use higher spiritual power, and control ability depends on each person's ability.

It is basically applicable to Shinigami and Hollows. For example, the protagonist Kurosaki Ichigo has extremely high spiritual pressure, but his control power is not strong, so he cannot freely control the spiritual pressure in the early stage, and his control over spiritual power is not high (refer to Kurosaki Ichigo's condensed energy when he went to Hueco Mundo) spiritual channel)

Quincy, on the other hand, is rather special. They may not necessarily have strong spiritual pressure, but because of the way they control spiritual children to fight, they may not have a lot of spiritual power at their disposal.

According to Lu Li's understanding, the Shinigami condensed the power of the spirit within his body and fought on his own, while the Quincy could fight with the help of natural forces.

Therefore, the level of spiritual pressure is definitely not equal to the 'mana value' in the game that Lu Li once knew, nor is it completely equal to his own mental attributes at this time. It is a more comprehensive criterion.

For example, his current 'physical body' is very powerful. If he is indeed a soul in the world of Death at this time, then his soul density is obviously higher, and his spiritual pressure will not be low.

Of course, given that the fighting methods of the Shinigami often rely on the external release of spiritual pressure, he analyzed that mental attributes should be quite important in the proportion of spiritual pressure.

"Unexpectedly..."

At this time, Mr. Fujimoto, who was in charge of the test, looked at the screen in surprise, and the students around him also made various discussions.

With the purple-black light flashing, the scale bar on the screen skyrocketed. After Lu Li put his hand on it, it broke through the ten scale ranges almost instantly.

"Twenty-level Lingwei!"

someone exclaimed.

However, a considerable number of students remained calm, because since the establishment of Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy, many geniuses have appeared, and historically there have been monsters with seventh-level spiritual power who have entered the academy.

But as the values ​​on the screen continued to change, some people's eyes became solemn.

Twenty-first grade...nineteenth grade...eighteenth grade...seventeenth grade spiritual power!

"Is it okay?"

Lu Li saw that the values ​​on the screen stopped fluctuating, and turned to ask Mr. Fujimoto.

Unlike those surprised classmates, he did not feel that his spiritual power level was very high, because he knew that the geniuses in the original book had single-digit spiritual power levels when they entered school.

For example, Shiba Haiyan who will appear two hundred years later, and Yin and Xiaobai after that, their spiritual power when they enter school will definitely exceed their current self.

But Lu Li has nothing to be disappointed about, because he is not from this world, and he is not a true aggregation of spiritual beings. Instead, he has high growth potential, excellent combat skills and intuition.

"No wonder Captain Unohana brought you here. You are indeed an outstanding talent. Let's conduct the next test."

Teacher Fujimoto put away his surprised expression, walked aside and picked up two bamboo swords.

In fact, Lu Li's seventeenth-level spirit power was not among the top among the students who enrolled this year, and he was not even ranked in the top ten. He was surprised because he knew that Lu Li was just a refugee from Rukongai.

Those geniuses with single-digit spiritual power upon entering school may not necessarily be much more talented than Lu Li, because most of them are children of nobles in the Soul Society, or children of big families, and have been trained since childhood.

Before entering the Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy, they had been practicing within the clan for many years, and of course they had a good level of spiritual power.

But Fujimoto Zhu knew that Lu Li had not received any training. This child did not even know how to condense the spirit son. His seventeenth-level spiritual power was completely a natural talent!

If he had practiced hard in the academy for six years, it was entirely possible that Lu Li's spiritual power would reach level 8, or even level 6, which was the level of a chief officer.

In the eyes of Fujimoto at this time, Lu Li was already a piece of rough jade, but he didn't know what his fighting talent was.

With this in mind, he threw the bamboo sword in his hand to Lu Li, "Come here and try."

Lu Li caught the bamboo sword, weighed it, and seemed to understand somewhat. This so-called second test was not part of the entrance test at all. It was just Fujimoto Hashira who wanted to see his kendo skills.

That's why the other party said that as long as he passed the first test, he would be an official student. Now he is just the teacher of this kendo class, and he just wants to test himself.

Seeing Lu Li taking the bamboo sword and standing still without attacking, Fujimoto thought that the other party was being scrupulous and said, "Don't worry, I will suppress the spirit power level to your level, and I will hit it as far as you can. Attack with all your strength."

Hearing these words, Lu Li couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and looked at Fujimoto Zhu, "Teacher, are you sure?"

Fujimoto Zhu frowned. He felt that the young man in front of him seemed to be looking down on him.

"You don't have to think about anything else. Just attack. Go ahead with the intention of killing me. Let me see your level and make a training plan for you so that you can keep up with the progress of other students."

Fujimoto Hashira said that before he retired to become the kendo teacher of Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy, he was a chief official and considered himself to be somewhat accomplished in the field of kendo.

In his opinion, Lu Li had some talent. He probably experienced a lot of fights while growing up in the chaotic homeless streets. He probably never lost due to his talent, which is why he was so arrogant.

He was going to educate this arrogant young man today and let him know that the street fighting style of homeless people was vulnerable to real swordsmanship!

"Do you have the intention to kill you..."

Lu Li repeated this sentence, holding the bamboo sword to his side and lowering his body slightly.

At this moment, Fujimotozhu suddenly felt that the young man standing there loosely had changed, his eyes and that invisible aura had changed.

It's like a tiger crawling before hunting, like a famous sword returning to its sheath and gathering momentum.

The excitement hidden under those lowered eyebrows is like a volcano about to erupt. It is the madness of a warrior and the fanaticism of a reckless man!

The next moment, the wooden floor under Lu Li's feet tilted backwards, and he was shot out like a cannonball, yet he seemed so light after being shot out.

The distance of more than ten meters passed in an instant, and the bamboo sword drew an elegant arc in the air, just like a master swiping pen and ink on rice paper. It was clearly just a bamboo sword, but it brought out a blood-stained sword light.

Bang--

At the critical moment, Fujimotobashira's bamboo sword blocked the sword, and the shock wave rippled up Fujimotobashira's long hair and the young man's hair.

When they looked at each other, Fujimoto Zhu saw those eyes full of desire...and excitement.

"Suffer it!"

Fujimotozhu shouted in his heart that something was wrong, because his first move was already three points too late, but the young man in front of him would not stop his offensive.

He felt that the opponent was like a swordsman who had experienced hundreds of battles, or that he had a natural fighting intuition and did not miss any of his opponent's flaws.

Sure enough, when he turned around, Lu Li's next sword had broken through his defense circle like a probing snake and stabbed straight into his throat!

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