Chapter 1130 What Doesn’t Kill Me Will only Make Me Stronger!

"Too slow, too slow!"

Grimmjow's laughter was like a sharp blade in the cold wind, piercing the air with unquestionable confidence and provocation. His eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light, as if he could see through the deepest fear and struggle in Madarame's heart.

With his low roar, his figure instantly turned into a dazzling white lightning, so fast that it was astonishing, as if even time was surpassed by him.

Every movement of Grimmjow was accompanied by the sharp sound of the air being torn apart, and his claws drew a series of brilliant silver tracks in the air. These tracks were not only a visual feast, but also a premonition of death.

Each track contained the sharpness and power that was enough to tear steel apart. They intertwined and collided in the air, making bursts of piercing whistles, like the whispers of the god of death, which made people shudder.

Madarame looked embarrassed. He barely maintained a defensive posture, and sweat slid down his forehead, dripped into the dust, and evaporated instantly.

Grimmjow's increased strength after his return to the Blade caught him off guard. Every time he tried to counterattack, it was like hitting an invisible barrier, and his strength was ruthlessly dissolved or rebounded. He knew that if he could not find a way to break it, this battle would be a disaster he could not bear.

At this moment of life and death, an unprecedented determination and courage surged in Madarame Ikkaku's heart. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he wanted to absorb all the power between heaven and earth into his body.

With the influx of this power, his whole body began to undergo subtle changes. His skin gradually turned red, as if there was a raging fire burning under his skin, which was a sign that his potential was fully stimulated.

This power not only strengthened his muscles and bones, but also made his spiritual pressure reach an unprecedented height, and his entire temperament changed dramatically.

"Ah——!"

Madarame Ikkaku suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes burning with raging fighting spirit and unyielding flames.

He roared, and a blazing flame suddenly ignited on his fists. It was the crystallization of his spiritual power and will. The flame jumped on his fists, releasing a blazing light, and distorted the surrounding air.

Facing Grimmjow's claws that attacked again, Ikkaku Madarame swung his burning fists and fought hard.

The two powerful forces collided in the air, and a deafening roar broke out instantly, as if the world was trembling at this moment.

The confrontation between flames and claws was not only a duel of strength, but the firelight and black shadows intertwined to form a thrilling picture that made people dizzy.

Grimmjow was obviously shocked by Ikkaku Madarame's sudden change.

He originally thought that he could easily suppress his opponent with his speed and strength, but at this moment he found that Ikkaku Madarame seemed to have been reborn and became extremely powerful.

Every attack of his was like hitting a hard rock. Although he could crush it, his own strength was also greatly weakened, and he could no longer be as comfortable as before.

"Hmph, interesting."

Grimmjow sneered, and he slowly raised his left hand, which was covered with black spiritual pressure, like an abyss that even light could not penetrate.

As his arm bent, a strange posture condensed in front of him, which was his unique fighting skill - "Leopard Hook".

Five emerald green hidden weapons, under Grimmjow's control, were like arrows from a string, cutting through the air, with a sharp sound of breaking wind, and approached Ikkaku of Madarame.

These hidden weapons are not only physical attacks, but also contain Grimmjow's powerful spiritual pressure.

"Leopard Hook!"

Ikkaku of Madarame looked at the emerald green hidden weapons flying towards him and instinctively felt the danger.

The instinct of a berserker is almost equivalent to intuition, so he believed in his instinct.

But a berserker must constantly surpass his limits!

"Come on, let me see your strength!"

Ikkaku of Madarame's eyes were red, and he was surrounded by an indescribable violent aura.

Every breath he took seemed to be accumulating strength, and every muscle tremor indicated the power that was about to burst out.

He knew very well what a powerful enemy he was facing, but he knew even more clearly that the blood flowing in his body was the fearless and unyielding blood of Kenpachi Zaraki.

He had inherited the killing intention and domineering style, and had long since put life and death aside, and regarded every attack as a whetstone to sharpen his will and strength.

When the five emerald green hidden weapons came like lightning, there was no fear in Madarame Ikkaku's eyes, only a more blazing fighting spirit.

He roared, and his muscles tightened instantly, as if he wanted to squeeze out every bit of potential in his body. His fist, with the sound of breaking wind, fiercely met those hidden weapons.

However, as Grimmjow expected, those seemingly fragile hidden weapons, when they came into contact with Madarame Ikkaku's fist, were like sharp blades, easily cutting through his defense, and even penetrating his fist, and continued to attack deep into his body.

The rest of the leopard hooks followed closely behind, hitting his body one after another, making loud "bang bang bang bang" noises, and each impact was accompanied by the churning of his blood and qi, as if to tear him apart.

Madarame Ikkaku's body was severely injured in an instant, and blood gushed out of the wound, staining his clothes red. However, he did not fall down, but laughed even more crazily.

It was a laughter mixed with pain and pleasure, his ultimate pursuit of fighting and self-transcendence.

"Hahaha... Good! So strong! Is this your power, Grimmjow!"

There was a hint of madness in Madarame's voice, and his eyes became redder, as if there were fire burning in them.

He knew that he was on the verge of life and death at this moment, but it was this desperate situation that inspired the power hidden in his body.

Madarame Ikkaku roared in his heart, and his body began to undergo subtle changes.

Then something unbelievable happened. Madarame Ikkaku's body did not collapse. Instead, under the continuous blows, it became stronger and more difficult to shake.

There seemed to be some kind of power surging under his skin, repairing every scar and strengthening his body.

Grimmjow's face changed slightly when he saw this. He had never seen such a strange fighting method.

In his opinion, any creature would fall to the ground or even die directly after suffering such a violent attack.

But the corner of Madarame in front of him was like a phoenix reborn from the ashes. Every time he fell, he was trying to fly higher.

"What...what ability is this?!"

There was a tremor in Grimmjow's voice.