Although Ichimaru Gin is currently the only one who knows in his mind how bad his situation is. His attacks were almost blocked by the other party, and he seems to have left some strength. In other words, as long as he fails to follow one move and reveals some flaws, he will undoubtedly fail.

Thinking of this, Ichimaru Gin had no other way out, so he could only strengthen his attack again, so that his attack could be faster than another, completely suppressing Zhang Zhijun.

In fact, he knew very well that this was not a solution at all. Such a desperate style would not take long for him to exhaust his energy. At that time, he was the time to face failure. However, in the current situation, he had no other choice. He could only expect that Zhang Zhijun's physical strength was not as strong as himself, and he would take the lead in finding loopholes, allowing himself to break through his defense and have a chance to win.

Zhang Zhijun also realized at this moment that Ichimaru Gin's crazy fighting style was to consume all his physical strength, which was very advantageous for him. After all, his skills in the pirate world cannot be used, and his strength and physical strength were also weakened too much in the world of death. But compared to Ichimaru Gin who was still a child, he believed that his physical strength would not be lost to him.

"Okay, if you continue to fight, someone will be seriously injured!" Just as the two were fighting in a difficult situation, a loving voice sounded in their ears, and they stopped the battle like magic.

A woman with long braids on her chest and a motherly smile came towards them. Under her smile, all the students around her couldn't help but feel a warmth and lowered their heads respectfully in front of them.

Even the swordsman who guided everyone's swordsmanship saw the visitor, he hurried forward and saluted respectfully, "Captain Maozhihua, why are you here!"

"Walk by your way, and feel the sign that someone is going to get hurt here, come in and take a look!" The person who came was the most gentle and strongest captain of the fourth team in the Thirteenth Team of the Guting Ting, the strongest medical skills - Maozhihua Lie.

At the people around who saluted him, she smiled and waved her hand to signal everyone to retreat, and then walked straight towards Zhang Zhijun and Ishimaru Gin.

"Little guy, you are very awesome, but you can't be so cruel to your companions. Have you carried too much? Don't let yourself be too tired. Try to put down what you carry!" Umaru Gin said, touching Ichimaru Gin's head.

Feeling the motherly care of Umaru Gin also felt warm inside. For the first time, he felt that the things he was carrying were so heavy, so heavy that he almost couldn't breathe. He originally wanted to put it down as Umaru Hanaru said, but when he thought of the hatred he carried... his eyes became firm again.

"Sure enough, he is still the same as in the original work, because..." Looking at the changes of Ichimaru Gin, Zhang Zhijun sighed secretly. He actually didn't want to be an enemy of this cute little Shota, but if he wanted... then he had no choice, he would definitely kill him!

"Haha, little guy, you are also very good. You know how to control your own strength and have practical experience. This is great!" Maozhi Hualie suddenly turned his head and smiled at Zhang Zhijun.

"What!" Zhang Zhijun was also shocked by the other party's words, but at the same time, Mao Zhihua Lie's smile was indeed magical, which made his vigilant heart a little relaxed.

"Is this the power of the legendary intermediate characters?" For Zhang Zhijun, who knows the inside story of the God of Death, he knows the origin of the kind mother-like beauty in front of him. Although he is a gentle person, his strength is definitely at the level of terror. In terms of status and age, he is second only to Captain Yamamoto, and higher than the first generation of the eighth team Kyora Harumizu of the 13th team, and the woman with the title of the first generation of the Sword Eighth team, is not an ordinary person.

Looking at Zhang Zhijun's look of fear and dodging his own eyes, Mao Zhihualie was also stunned, "Is this little devil actually afraid or hate me, this is rare!"

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. As long as I am a good boy, I will not only not hurt you, but also protect you and love you!" Maozhihualie pinched Zhang Zhijun's face and said.

For some reason, Maozhi Hualie, who was originally very friendly to everyone, liked Zhang Zhijun a little unusually. Perhaps his unique performance or his fear of himself all aroused her strong motherhood!

Because of this episode of Kaori Umatsu, the swordsmanship class ended early. Zhang Zhijun and Ichimaru Gin also looked at each other and smiled slightly, tacitly not asking to continue fighting.

After the courses of the day, Aizen came to see him again beyond Zhang Zhijun's expectations, and while taking him to dinner, he also cared about his studies.

This made Zhang Zhijun feel very warm. No matter what others say or what he wants to do, he will always be his elder brother in this world and a person worth saving himself. Even if there is a conflict with the system's tasks, Zhang Zhijun wants to help him!

After the meal, Aizen smiled faintly and took out a pair of wrist guards from her arms and handed them to Zhang Zhijun.

"Brother, what is this!" Zhang Zhijun loved this pair of pure white wrist guards very much, and since it was given by Aizen, he believed that there would be something special.

"This pair of wrist guards was specially created by my brother from the Technical Development Bureau to help you train. Don't look at it as ordinary, it has a very magical effect, that is, to absorb the wearer's spiritual pressure to achieve the effect of controlling the spiritual pressure. Originally, this technology was used to control the enemy's strength, but if it is used on yourself, it will have a good effect on the increase of your spiritual pressure and the hidden strength!" Aizen explained to Zhang Zhijun seriously.

"This is great!" Zhang Zhijun held the wristband in his hand and said happily. Isn't this the same effect as the eye mask of Gengmu Jianba? I just don't know how effective he is, so he looked at Aizen, "Brother, how much spiritual pressure can this wristband bear the strongest!"

"This has not been the most accurate test yet, but it's enough for you guys to use it, because the test at that time put a spiritual pressure close to the captain's level on the third seat!"

"What!" Although Aizen said it very easily, it surprised Zhang Zhijun. The gap between the captain and the third seat is definitely a world of difference. It can be said that under normal circumstances, one-tenth of the captain of the third seat company cannot match, which means that this pair of wrist guards can almost suppress the spiritual pressure to one-tenth, which is even more perverted than the eye mask of Gengmu Jianba!

"You should be so surprised, just like you. By the way, after studying for a day, have you made any progress?" Aizen smiled happily as he looked at the surprised Zhang Zhijun.

"Brother, I have only been to school for a day, how can I make any progress!" Zhang Zhijun glanced at Aizen speechlessly.

"Don't be so unconfident. Sometimes the leap of strength only requires an insight, and often the perception only takes a moment!" Aizen smiled and stood up, "Let's go outside, just show the use of ghost paths for your brother!"

"The King's Lander..." Following Aizen to the outside of the house, Zhang Zhijun was about to demonstrate the ghost path he had just learned today, but was interrupted.

"Wait a minute, have you forgotten what I told you before? Put on your wrist guard!" Aizen said to Zhang Zhijun.

"But brother, if you use this wrist guard to limit it, I'm worried that spiritual pressure will be..." Zhang Zhijun was about to object, but after seeing Aizen's serious eyes, he stopped saying anything and directly put the wrist guard on.

Looking at Zhang Zhijun's performance, although Aizen's expression did not change at all, he nodded secretly in his heart, and at the same time made a very important decision.

"The king's lander! The mask of flesh and blood, everything, feathers, and the name of human beings! Jiao He and the chaos, swept against the sea and turned south, and walked forward! Thirty-one breaking road - Red Cannon!" With the restrictions of the wrist guards, Zhang Zhijun directly released all the spiritual pressure. As he expected, the pair of wrist guards was like a bottomless pit. More than 90% of the spiritual pressure was directly swallowed by it. Only the small amount of spirit pressed against his palm to form a small red fireball.

"Although it is smaller than expected, it has at least formed!" Seeing that one-tenth of the spiritual pressure barely formed a fireball, Zhang Zhijun did not dare to delay and quickly let the fireball fly out to hit the stone in the distance.

"Boom!" Although the fireball was smaller than Zhang Zhijun imagined, its destructive power exceeded his imagination. The red cannon he fired directly penetrated the stone and a small pit exploded on the ground behind the stone!

"The power is a bit unexpected!" Aizen looked at Zhang Zhijun and smiled.

"That's right, logically speaking, the spiritual pressure of the red cannon I formed before should not have such lethality!"

"This is very simple, because your spiritual pressure has changed from the difference between quantity and before!" Aizen said to the wrist guard in Zhang Zhijun's hand, "Although the ghost path you used before seemed to have a lot of spiritual pressure, in fact, the spiritual pressure was not pure, or the spiritual pressure was completely spread and not compressed. Although this pair of wrist guards sucked away most of your spiritual pressure, what they left you was the purest power in your body, which also caused your red cannon to have such power!"

"It turns out that spiritual pressure can be different from a large amount, but also from a fundamental difference!" Zhang Zhijun said as he looked at the wrist guard in his hand, and his love for it increased by another level!

After receiving Aizen's gift, Zhang Zhijun's life in the world of Death became regular. He studied at the Zhenyang Spiritual Art Academy every day, so Zhang Zhijun did not delay and directly asked the system to skip this time without tasks and remained unchanged.

According to his requirements, the system directly jumped to more than three months after Zhang Zhijun entered the Zhenyang Spiritual Art Academy. During these three months, Zhang Zhijun was like a hungry beast, learning various knowledge every day to meet his needs. However, because Aizen gave Zhang Zhijun the wrist guards, he was able to suppress the spirit very low and did not attract other people's attention.

In the eyes of others, he also gradually became a top student with a solid foundation and studious attitude, which also reduced his boring worries.

In the past three months, Zhang Zhijun has made considerable progress, and the contents of the system task board they carry with him have also changed.

Master: Zhang Zhijun.

Physical condition is of high quality, mental strength is of medium strength, spiritual pressure is of elementary level, physical age is 6 years old.

Have skills: No skills available.

Have the weapon of recognition: Minghong Sword. (Not available for the time being)

The current comic world: Death.

Reward points: 1000.

Plot Mission: None

Main mission: Join Zhenyang Spiritual Art Academy. (Completed, reward points of 1000)

Graduated from Zhenyang Spiritual Art Academy. (Completeness 20%.)

Side Quest: None

Hide mission: None
Chapter completed!