Looking at Sui-Feng, wild and furious in the sky like a demon, everyone at the scene lost their minds. The crushing Reiatsu left them breathless. And this was just the Reiatsu she released unconsciously—most of it was focused on the field, aimed directly at that boy.
People couldn't help but wonder in horror—what kind of pressure was Su Li enduring? They strained to see him through the intensity on the Yanwu stage, searching for the figure of the young man. But when they found him, his expression stunned them.
There was a faint smile on Su Li's face, and even a trace of mild surprise.
He was indeed a little surprised. Sui-Feng's Reiatsu wasn't affecting him much—barely at all. It was negligible.
Obviously, it was the effect of Ultra Instinct.
But the more he thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed. After all, in the Dragon Ball world, Kakarot constantly trained under gravity dozens or even hundreds of times stronger than normal. And now that he had basically mastered Ultra Instinct, Sui-Feng's Reiatsu felt like nothing.
It probably wasn't even ten times gravity. It couldn't shake him. He remained light, calm, free.
The faint smile on his face grew. This was a pleasant surprise.
Sui-Feng saw his smile and grew even more furious. He wasn't scared when she released Shikai. In fact, he looked happier than before.
Infuriating.
"Stupid brat! Laugh all you want now! I'll rip that smirk off your face later! You only need to be hit twice by Suzumebachi to die! Don't come crying to me when that happens! But if you apologize sincerely, maybe I'll consider letting you go!"
Her face was dark and twisted with rage. Her voice carried cold venom, like it had come from the depths of hell.
Su Li's expression changed slightly. What was wrong with this woman? Couldn't she just talk?
They had both agreed to go all out and fight seriously. Wasn't she the one who said that?
So what, now he couldn't even talk? Couldn't even smile?
He shook his head, half amused, half helpless. Sure enough, flat-chested women have bad tempers.
"I reject," he said simply, his voice calm, eyes steady.
"Good, great, perfect!" Sui-Feng shouted, sneering. "Then I'll show you what real captain-level strength looks like!"
...
At the same time, in the outer courts of Seireitei, an extremely large figure was sprinting at full speed.
"Xiao Ba! Hurry up, faster!" Yachiru lay on Kenpachi's shoulder, shouting excitedly. Kenpachi's face lit up with anticipation as he accelerated.
"Where? Where's the guy?!" he muttered to himself, eyes burning with the hunger for battle.
After getting Yumichika's message, Kenpachi and Yachiru had immediately rushed toward the examination site. But even after running at full speed for nearly ten minutes, they still hadn't arrived.
Soon, they reached Jingling Gate—West Gate—also known as Baidaomen.
The gatekeeper, Guanbansi Danfang, saw the massive figure charging toward him at full speed and froze. When the man got closer, he recognized him—and his panic only grew worse.
Kenpachi Zaraki and Yachiru Kusajishi.
The terrifying captain and vice-captain of Squad Eleven.
Guanbansi Danfang felt like he might lose control of his bladder. He asked nervously, "What are the two captains doing at Baidaomen? Are you heading out?"
Just asking the question had him drenched in sweat, his limbs trembling.
"Hey Yachiru, are you sure we're going the right way? This is the exit from Seireitei."
Kenpachi looked at the massive Baidaomen, scratching his head in confusion.
"Oh, sorry! Your hair got in my eyes so I pointed the wrong way," Yachiru said sheepishly. Then she pointed again with a grin. "This way! This time I'll definitely get us to the Spiritual Arts Academy!"
Kenpachi's eyes lit up again and he charged in the new direction without hesitation, full of excitement once more.
Soon, the two figures vanished down the road.
Only after they left did Guanbansi Danfang breathe a sigh of relief. Facing the captain and vice-captain of Squad Eleven alone was pure psychological torture.
But then a puzzled look crossed his face. He glanced in the direction Kenpachi had run, then looked the other way.
"Isn't the Spiritual Arts Academy over there?" he muttered. "They ran the wrong way..."
...
Elsewhere, on the path to the Spiritual Arts Academy, Captain Kyoraku Shunsui of Squad Eight and his vice-captain Ise Nanao were moving at high speed.
Kyoraku didn't look fully awake yet, clearly nursing another hangover from the night before.
"Hey, Nanao-chan, do we really need to... yawn... go watch this graduation thing?"
"Captain, there's a battle happening at the Spiritual Arts Academy!" Nanao snapped. "Captain Sui-Feng has released her Shikai, and her opponent is a recent graduate!"
"Our Squad Eight is responsible for intelligence collection—we have to be there!"
"So wake up and move faster! Or we'll miss everything!"
Kyoraku blinked in surprise. "Oh ho? A rookie dared to push Sui-Feng that far?"
Interest flickered in his eyes. He vanished in a blur, overtaking Nanao instantly.
"Hurry up, Nanao-chan! You'll fall behind!"
Ise Nanao's face darkened. She bit her lip and increased her speed.
...
At the same time, captains and lieutenants from various squads were all making their way toward the Spiritual Arts Academy.
Some had sensed Sui-Feng's Shikai release. Others had received reports from subordinates.
But regardless of the reason, they all had one destination now—the Spiritual Arts Academy.
Even Aizen, who rarely left his division, and Ukitake Jūshirō, who was home recovering from illness, had joined the rush to the scene.
A graduate who could force Sui-Feng to release her Shikai—such a person was unprecedented.
They had to see with their own eyes what kind of man he was.
Each squad's captain had different thoughts and emotions. But they all moved faster now.