Chapter 1132 Beat You Into a Berserker

Zaraki Kenpachi appreciates anyone who loves fighting. He has the same idea as Kurosaki Ichigo. He feels that the more people become berserkers, the more battles he will be able to enjoy.

Berserker is awesome!

"Ha, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Grimmjow felt that Zaraki Kenpachi was mentally ill. Let alone how he could become a berserker as a Hollow. If he hadn't confirmed that Zaraki Kenpachi had no ill intentions, he would have suspected that Zaraki Kenpachi was looking down on him. .

"Being a berserker is a wonderful thing. You can enjoy fighting all the time and fight until your bones are broken!"

Zaraki Kenpachi said with a ferocious smile.

"Sorry, I don't have that idea."

"Berserker? Huh, that's just your god of death's twisted understanding of fighting fanaticism."

"We, Hollows, are born to survive and evolve. Fighting is just one of the means. But you regard it as everything. It's really sad."

Grimmjow lay prone on the ground, this was the hunting posture he would make when he was in the Achucas-level Great Void.

Like a cheetah, ready to go.

When Kenpachi Zaraki heard this, a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. There was both contempt for Grimmjow's understanding in that smile, and also the desire for the upcoming battle.

"Pathetic? No, Grimmjow, you are wrong. It is this pure love for fighting that makes me feel the true meaning of life. Whether it is life or death, as long as you can still punch, that is the happiest thing. time."

"Hahahaha, it doesn't matter, I will beat you and make you a berserker!"

Zaraki Kenpachi didn't care at all about Grimmjow's rejection, because he was a strong man and he could do whatever he wanted.

Not to mention that the other party is still weak.

If he becomes a berserker, he can enjoy better battles.

Grimmjow suddenly pounced, running like a cheetah. His speed was so fast that in just a blink of an eye, he was already in front of Zaraki Kenpachi.

But Zaraki Kenpachi didn't even raise his right hand. Just when Grimmjow was about to touch him, Zaraki Kenpachi's left hand suddenly turned into an afterimage and accurately grabbed Grimmjow's head. .

"What!?"

Grimmjow was shocked. He never expected that Zaraki Kenpachi could capture his position so easily while moving at such a high speed.

But what shocked him even more was what happened next - Grimmjow felt an irresistible force coming, and his whole body instantly lost his balance. Then there was a spin, and finally he was hit hard by Kenpachi Zaraki. On the ground.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise, and the entire battlefield seemed to be shaken.

Under the huge impact, Grimmjow's body smashed a large crater into the ground, causing dust and gravel to fly everywhere.

When the dust gradually dispersed, Grimmjow was seen half-kneeling at the bottom of the pit, his body covered in thick dust, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were still shining with unyielding light.

He struggled to stand up, his body trembling slightly from the severe pain, but his pride and dignity did not diminish at all.

"Humph, is this what you call strength?"

Zaraki Kenpachi stood on the edge of the pit, looking down at Grimmjow, his tone full of disdain.

"A true strong man will not rely solely on speed or strength, but more importantly, the understanding and control of combat. And you are far from enough."

"Huh, that's interesting."

Grimmjow wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled coldly.

"However, this power alone is not enough to make me the berserker you call me."

Zaraki Kenpachi also slowly walked down the pit, each step being extremely heavy, as if even the earth was trembling. He stood in front of Grimmjow, with admiration and expectation in his eyes.

"Indeed, I once thought that only by constantly challenging the strong can I satisfy my inner desire. But it was not until later that I understood that a true berserker can find himself in every battle. No matter whether he wins or loses, he can learn from it. Get strength and keep growing.”

Grimmjow attacked again. He had already used the Leopard King's Claw, but he knew that the Leopard King's Claw was not a big threat to Zaraki Kenpachi, so he had to rely on speed to win, which was what he was best at. It is also the strongest point!

From countless fights with the Achiukas level Daxu to after becoming an Arrancar, he has always fought like this.

Grimmjow roared and transformed into a black lightning, instantly crossing the seemingly unreachable distance and heading towards Zaraki Kenpachi.

His arms became extremely hard under the wrap of spiritual pressure, and the sharp nails shone with cold light, like real leopard claws, capable of tearing through steel.

However, when his sharp claws that could crack mountains and crack rocks scratched Zaraki Kenpachi's blood-stained suit, they only left shallow scratches, as if they had touched an insurmountable barrier.

Grimmjow was startled, Zaraki Kenpachi had no defense at all and had no intention of attacking him.

And his own sharp claws couldn't break Zaraki Kenpachi's defense.

"Come on, I'm right here, let you attack, you're welcome, just attack well."

Zaraki Kenpachi said to Grimmjow that his existence is the most perfect interpretation of "fighting instinct".

Different from the rigor and rules of Death, he is more like an untamed beast, enjoying the joy of fighting in the most direct and brutal way.

He even opened the lapel of his bloody battle suit, revealing his chest covered with large and small scars, and then put his hands on his hips.

"What on earth are you thinking about?"

Grimmjow felt insulted.

Kenpachi Zaraki smiled slightly, a smile that only those who truly love fighting can understand.

"Me? I'm just enjoying fighting."

He replied.

"For me, fighting is life, it's everything to me. So, no matter how you attack, I won't back down, because this is the meaning of my existence."

Grimmjow felt an inexplicable anger in his heart, and he felt an unprecedented insult.

In his opinion, Kenpachi Zaraki's attitude was tantamount to mocking his strength, mocking his proud speed and claws. He took a few steps back, adjusted his breathing, and prepared to launch a more fierce attack.

"You really make me angry!"

Grimmjow's voice became hoarse with anger, his eyes burned with a raging fighting spirit, and the air around him seemed to tremble with his anger.

He condensed his spiritual pressure again, and his figure turned into a black shadow again. His claws scratched Kenpachi Zaraki's chest, without any injury, and Kenpachi Zaraki really did not dodge or fight back.

This made Grimmjow even angrier, and he then frantically squeezed out the spiritual power in his body.