Chapter 17 Great Value for Money, Wonderful Rejuvenation!

The chaotic battlefield entered deathly silence.

He stared at the ink-colored arm standing in the center with horrified eyes.

A situation beyond cognition occurs.

No one knew exactly what happened, even Kuchiki Sojun didn't understand the current situation.

He stared blankly at the god-like figure. Countless black shadows swam up its deep body, like black snakes.

Countless tree-like branches greedily absorb the chaotic and superimposed spiritual pressure in the air, crawling between the charred blackness and blood, reflecting the frightened faces of the Shinigami.

"Calm down!"

Among the rebels, an unknown roar broke the deathly silence.

"It's just an illusion, nothing to be afraid of!"

"Let me, Katsuya Morishita, break it!"

"Crush him, Jingtiaowan!"

I saw the leader of the rebels holding his Zanpakutō horizontally in front of him. The moment his spiritual pressure exploded, a large amount of white light surged out.

Immediately afterwards, countless black thorns covered with spikes shot out from the handle of the knife, covering the right arm of the black shadow in the center of the battlefield.

Seeing this, Morishika Katsuya smiled ferociously and his arrogant voice echoed on the battlefield:

"That's it, monster."

"No one can escape from the restraints of Jing Jiao Maru, not even the captain."

"Now, go and die!"

As he spoke, his spiritual pressure exploded, and the black thorns shone with a different kind of light. The countless spikes on them grew and shrank crazily, trying to completely crush the black shadow's right hand!

Seeing this scene, the rebels plucked up their courage again, excited expressions appeared on their blood-stained faces, and shouting voices sounded one after another:

"Yes, that's it!"

"As expected of Morishita-sama, you are invincible!"

"Kill this guy, the final victory belongs to us!"

Hearing these shouts, Kuchiki Sojun was a little panicked. At this time, he had already recognized what the right hand standing in the center of the battlefield was.

Some time ago, he spent a thousand rings in the Spiritual Arts Academy to buy an amulet.

The pattern on the amulet is exactly the same as that of the huge black shadow right hand.

to be honest.

This amulet can help him block a fatal injury, which is already worth every penny.

so.

Even if the black shadow's right hand is crushed directly, he will not be disappointed at all.

But the next scene once again refreshed Kuchiki Sojun's understanding of the idiom "good value for money."

Gritty crunching sounds sounded one after another from the black shadow.

The thorns broke off, indicating that the balance of victory began to tilt.

Black shadows like tree branches cling to the bodies of the Shinigami, pulling in the chaotic spiritual pressure floating in the air and instantly crushing their external protection.

next moment.

The mist that surged like a tidal wave erupted instantly, and everything on the battlefield came to an instant standstill.

The expressions and movements of the Death Gods were frozen and petrified, as if the pause button had been pressed.

Boom, boom, boom...

There was an explosion sound on the body of the god of death, which was entangled in the black shadow, as if something was broken.

There was no gushing blood, no shrill screams.

When the fog dissipated, the thirty-seven gods of death turned into shriveled skeletons.

The Shinigami of the Kuchiki family instinctively fell into confusion as he looked at the hellish scene in front of him.

All this developed so quickly that before they could figure out what was going on, the balance of victory was tilted.

Upon seeing this, the remaining rebels shuddered and ran away without any unified orders.

The leader Mori Goshi Katsuya, who had the ability to be a high-ranking official, is dead. Do they still need to stay here to be buried with him?

Looking at the rebels who had gone away in an instant, the Death God on Kuchiki's side also said hello, and immediately started the pursuit with excitement on his face.

On the other hand, Kuchiki Sojun was stunned on the spot, still unable to recover from the shock just now.

Soon, he was the only one left on the huge battlefield.

Cang Chun walked to the spot where the black shadow's right hand stood before. There was some pure black dust remaining on the grass.

He took off the completely broken protective amulet from his neck and said blankly:

“It seems like this can no longer be described as great value for money.”

"A thousand rings determine the direction of a war. There is no business more profitable than this!"

…………

Spiritual Arts Academy, return to the classroom.

In front of the podium, a college student stared nervously at the mouse in front of him, with light green light blooming on his hands.

With the injection of spiritual pressure, the bone-deep injuries on the mouse's back were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Countless granulations grew, driving away the remaining congestion and weaving new flesh and blood.

The essence of Huidao is actually very similar to the medical ninjutsu of the next village. It uses spiritual pressure to stimulate cells to achieve the effect of healing the injured.

"Yeah, a perfect demonstration."

The teacher Huidao checked the mouse's back and nodded with satisfaction.

"You can follow the process just now to leave varying degrees of injuries on the body of the mouse, and then use the recovery techniques I taught you to treat it."

"The more severe the injury, the more difficult it will be to heal."

"Of course, he will also get higher marks in this class."

"Okay, now you can start trying. I will always pay attention to your movement specifications."

Under the podium.

Kisaragi Akira touched his chin, nodded thoughtfully, then looked at Aizen next to him, and asked bluntly:

"Soyousuke, I don't quite understand this."

"Do you have any tips for improving treatment efficiency?"

Although in the eyes of everyone, Aizen is mediocre, has average talent, and ranks in the middle of the class.

But from Ru Yueming's point of view, this guy's genius is not weaker than him at all.

Just from the fact that he can easily reach full marks in cultural courses, it is obvious.

"No."

Aizen shook his head, "Returning to the Way is essentially the fine control of one's own spiritual pressure. This requires diligent study and practice. There are no shortcuts."

Ru Yueming sighed helplessly and turned his attention to the white mouse on the table.

He picked up its slender neck with his left hand and held the scalpel in his right hand, thinking about where to make an incision for it.

But at this moment, an inexplicable throbbing emerged in his heart.

Kisaragi Ming shivered subconsciously.

Then, there was a click sound, and the white mouse's neck was broken directly.

Seeing this, Aizen shook his head and sighed.

Even in the safest return class, this guy can trick you into something.

Seemingly noticing Ru Yueming's behavior, Teacher Huidao frowned immediately, took three steps and two steps at a time, and walked towards him quickly.

Seeing this, Ru Yueming put the mouse on the table with his backhand and made a final struggle.

The emerald green return light bloomed and enveloped the "corpse" that seemed to have lost all vitality.

[Rejuvenation] activates!

next moment.

Under the astonished gaze of Teacher Hui Dao, the broken neck was restored to its original position, and the white mouse actually regained its vitality.

At this moment, the dead come to life!