Chapter 1128: Confrontation

So, Grimmjow plans to defeat them all.

Although he appreciated it, Grimmjow would not do anything unnecessary.

Such is his character.

Not long after, probably only in the blink of an eye, Grimmjow stood on the ruined battlefield, surrounded by spiritual pressure that could not be ignored, as if even the air was trembling with his presence.

His punch not only knocked down the enemy in front of him, but also shocked the hearts of everyone present.

Those berserker warriors looked so small and fragile in front of his power, as if they were just a group of ants, easily erased.

Just as he was about to summon his subordinate officers to deal with these defeated berserkers, a strange feeling suddenly came to him.

It was an indescribable subtle change, as if the surrounding air was gently stirred by some unknown force.

Grimmjow turned around suddenly, his sharp eyes piercing through the night, and locked on the high ground not far away.

There, a group of figures stood or squatted quietly. They were either wearing bloody battle clothes or wearing casual clothes, but they all exuded a powerful aura that could not be ignored.

Zaraki Kenpachi was looking at Grimmjow with a playful look; Madarame's eyes flashed with excitement, obviously looking forward to the upcoming battle; while Ayasegawa Yumichika maintained his The unique elegant posture makes it seem like everything is under control.

"It's really interesting,"

Zaraki Kenpachi's voice penetrated the silence of the night.

"I didn't expect that this battlefield, which was originally prepared for dog-level berserkers, would actually attract such a powerful Hollow."

There was a mix of surprise and excitement in his tone, and it was obvious that he was both surprised and excited about Grimmjow's appearance.

Grimmjow frowned slightly when he heard this. He could feel the provocation and disdain in Kenpachi Zaraki's words, which was a kind of confidence and arrogance coming from a strong man.

However, what surprised him even more was that he could not accurately sense the spiritual pressure of this group of people.

This feeling was both unfamiliar and dangerous, forcing him to re-examine the opponent in front of him.

Zaraki Kenpachi has seen through the true nature of Grimmjow. Although he looks like a god of death, he is indeed a Hollow.

That kind of spiritual pressure cannot be hidden from the berserker's perception.

Like a wild beast, full of unruly wildness, arrogance, madness, coldness and evil.

"What?"

Grimmjow found that he could not feel the spiritual pressure of Zaraki Kenpachi and the others, but the inexplicable sense of oppression also let Grimmjow know that they could not be ordinary people.

"Captain, leave it to me!"

Madarame Ikkaku said eagerly.

After becoming a Berserker, with his previous power as a Death God, he could easily become as strong as an average Death God captain, even closer to those Death God captains who had served for hundreds of years.

The gap between Captain Death, captain level Death God and Centenary Captain is very big.

The levels of Shinigami captains are uneven. For example, Rokukaru Kensai, Hitsugaya Toshiro, who just became captain and has not had time to grow up, and the unlucky Kenpachi who was promoted from deputy captain, was casually killed by Kiiganjo. .

Therefore, there is a lot of moisture, but the captain-level Shinigami still has a lot of gold content relatively speaking.

As for the centenary captain, the gap is even greater. They have been captains for more than a hundred years, and their strength in all aspects has grown to a very strong level. The baptism and precipitation of the years have made them not just as simple as gold, but thousands of pure gold!

"Um."

Zaraki Kenpachi agreed, mainly because he felt that although Grimmjow was very strong, there was a big gap between him and him.

A playful smile appeared on the corner of Madarame's mouth, and he slowly took a step forward. Each step made the ground tremble slightly. It was a display of strength coming from deep within.

He clenched his fists, and his joints made a clicking sound, as if he was ready to pour out this power at any time.

"Berserker? Humph."

Before he finished speaking, Grimmjow's figure was like a ghost in the night, appearing and disappearing, making it difficult to grasp.

Grimmjow's right hand turned into a sharp blade in an instant. The cold light flashed and pointed directly at Madarame Ikkaku's heart. This blow was a test of Madarame's strength and his absolute confidence in his own speed.

The attack was swift and decisive, causing Madarame's pupils to shrink.

If it were before, he probably wouldn't even be able to take this move.

But things are different now!

He turned to one side, easily dodged Grimmjow's attack, and hit Grimmjow's side with a heavy punch.

Grimmjow obviously underestimated Madarame's strength, but he didn't panic.

The body seemed to be endowed with elasticity, twisting at an incredible angle to avoid the fatal punch.

At the same time, he used a claw in his backhand, his fingertips flashing with sharp light, trying to tear apart Madarame's defense and strike directly at his vitals.

But Madarame Ikkaku was already prepared. Not only did he not dodge, but he faced Grimmjow's attack, as if he didn't care about life and death.

His fist was wrapped with invisible power and collided with Grimmjow's claws, causing a deafening sound in an instant.

Although Grimmjow's claws were sharp, they seemed to encounter an invisible barrier and were unable to penetrate the seemingly ordinary but extremely tough blood-stained suit on Madarame's body.

Every collision between the claws and the suit was like a giant hammer hitting an anvil, causing the space around them to tremble.

What was even more shocking was that the moment Madarame Ikkaku's fist touched Grimmjow's mask, it burst out with amazing power. It was not just a collision of flesh, but a direct impact of power.

The mask on Grimmjow's face was instantly shattered by this punch, and the fragments flew everywhere, as if part of his dignity was also shattered together.

What was even more shocking was that the power of this punch did not dissipate, but instead, it was like a mountain torrent, crushing Grimmjow's entire body and flying backwards, hitting the rocks in the distance heavily.

The rocks were shattered into pieces under the impact of Grimmjow, and dust flew everywhere, showing the terrifying power of this blow.

Grimmjow struggled to stand up from behind the rock, with a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were even more crazy and determined.

He had encountered an unprecedented strong enemy, but this was exactly what he pursued-fighting with the strong and constantly breaking through his own limits.

"Huh, interesting!"

Grimmjow's voice echoed on the battlefield, with a hint of imperceptible excitement.

"It seems that I have met an opponent who is worthy of my full efforts."

Grimmjow slowly raised his right hand, and gently bent his five fingers, as if inviting invisible power to gather in his palm.

As his mind focused, a strong red spiritual pressure began to gather in his palm. This power was so strong that the surrounding air trembled, as if even the space itself could not bear its weight, and began to ripple and distort.