A year later.
It was cold and damp.
There was a man-made square in the depths of the underground karst cave far away from human habitation.
There were about ten prisoners in white prison uniforms standing on the high platform around the square.
They looked at the chaotic battle below with complicated expressions.
On one side were twenty-seven strong prisoners.
On the other side…was a slender youth.
No matter how one looked at it, it was an unfair group fight.
However, the reality was the exact opposite.
Bang!
The seemingly weak young man faced the heavy punch of others head-on.
A fist against a fist, and the man's entire arm exploded!
His skin cracked, blood splattered, and even his bones were faintly discernible.
"Oh…Ah!" The prisoner's wail had barely made its first sound when the young man seized the opportunity to give chase. He turned around and kicked the prisoner's chest, sending the prisoner, who weighed more than 100 kilograms, flying like a cannonball and crashing into the rocks scattered in the square.
It directly shattered a rock that was as tall as a few people.
This was not a special case.
The other twenty-six prisoners who had besieged the young man were all beaten black and blue without exception. They fell to the ground in less than a minute, half dead.
"It's a pity that the outing next week has been canceled.”
Guan Yue glanced at the prisoners who were wailing on the ground and announced calmly.
Hearing this, the wails paused for a moment, then exploded into an even louder volume. Some people began to beat the ground violently, ignoring their injured bodies, as if they hated themselves for not working harder.
Ever since Guan Yue took over as the captain of the third team, this kind of group fight had become a tradition.
Urahara Kisuke's words made sense.
Although the prisoners here were a potential threat to the Hunting Hall, if they were placed in a suitable environment, they might be able to play their proper role.
Therefore, Guan Yue made a decision.
He was using them as sparring partners and practicing for nothing.
There was no lack of powerful people among this group of prisoners.
It could be said that there were many talents.
In order to stimulate their motivation and increase his cultivation intensity, he even made a promise.
As long as they could meet the pre-specified conditions, such as all of them continuing to attack for one minute, as long as one of them had the ability to fight, all the participants could temporarily leave the maggot nest and go out for a breather.
Those who performed well for a long time even had a chance to get bail.
Although he could no longer be the Grim Reaper, he could still be removed from the list and return to Liuhun Street to live an ordinary life. It was better than being locked up here forever.
The lifespan of the Grim Reaper was longer than that of ordinary people. Who could withstand being locked up for hundreds of years?
Therefore, after receiving Guan Yue's promise, this group of prisoners instantly became reborn.
Even if they were not good at fighting for nothing, they would take the initiative to seek advice from their companions who were good at fighting for nothing.
During the period since Guan Yue took office, the learning atmosphere of the Maggot's Nest was a hundred times stronger than that of the Spiritual Academy. Those who didn't know better would think that it was a training camp.
Murakami, I'll leave the treatment to you."
Guan Yue took out a small cloth bag from her pocket and casually threw it to the woman watching from the high platform.
The woman looked delicate and pretty. She looked like a gentle big sister next door, and she did not fit in with the atmosphere here.
She was Hara Xiguan of the Eleventh Division, who had once led the team to block the way in Ghost Rock City. She was also Guan Yue's senior in the Spiritual Academy, Natsuki Murakami.
"You really know how to order people around."
Murakami sighed helplessly and took out a few pills from his bag. After a while, his body began to move with spiritual pressure.
The surrounding prisoners looked at the pill in her hand with burning eyes, but none of them dared to snatch it.
These pills could provide a large amount of ling power.
It allowed one to recover a portion of their power at their peak.
Although it was rootless water and would be used up sooner or later, it was enough as long as he could escape from this place.
Murakami, who had taken the Spiritual Power Pill, came to the injured prisoners and used the Return Dao to treat their injuries one by one.
When these people were mostly treated, their spiritual power was basically exhausted.
"Wouldn't the Warden reply? Since they liked to cultivate so much, wouldn't it be good to use this opportunity to train their healing skills?”
Murakami asked casually.
Guan Yue took the kettle handed over by the team member and took a few sips. She replied coldly,"Don't you want to go out? If he could practice the Dao of Returning now, he could be a barefoot doctor in Liuhun Street and live a peaceful life. Wouldn't that be better?”
"…How considerate." Murakami smiled slightly, his eyes dim.
Go out? It was hard to say what would happen in the future. Right now, she did not want to go out…especially not to go out and see her former companions.
She believed that the other party must have guessed her thoughts.
But he still said such words.
Rather than being considerate, it was more like sarcasm out of bad taste.
It made people feel extremely complicated.
Pa da…
Suddenly, footsteps came from the stone steps leading to the ground.
Guan Yue didn't even need to turn her head to know who it was.
This Spirit Pressure that was as cold as a blade and did not carry any unnecessary emotions was very recognizable.
"Haven't you had enough? Captain."
"I think I was doing something serious.”
"…I'm referring to your current behavior. There's nothing wrong with cultivation, but since it's over, come out quickly. There's still a lot of work waiting for you to do.”
The stone steps meandered as Sui Feng stood with his arms crossed, his cold face filled with speechlessness.
"Hah…"
Guan Yue shrugged and did not comment.
He immediately ordered his subordinates to drive the prisoners back to their respective cells.
The public square was now his training ground.
If these prisoners did not want to lose their only remaining leisure place and be locked in the newly built small cells every day, they had to work hard and fight for it with their strength.
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