Chapter 1134: Untie the Shackles and Know Yourself

Grimmjow's body seemed to be reshaped by an invisible force at that moment, every inch of muscle contained unprecedented explosive power. His heartbeat was like a war drum, roaring in his chest, making his eardrums hurt.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm the thoughts that were raging from the sudden awakening of power.

When he opened his eyes again, what shone in his eyes was a desire for power and a profound awakening to self-awareness.

"This feeling... is freedom, control, and unprecedented power."

Grimmjow thought silently in his mind, and he realized that this power did not come out of thin air, but was hidden deep within his body, and was completely awakened at this moment.

He seemed to be able to hear the cheers of every cell in his body. They were eager to fight, eager to prove their existence in the fight.

However, the awakening of this power did not come without a cost.

In Grimmjow's ears, the originally vague beastly roars gradually became clearer, and they turned into sharp blades, trying to sever his sanity and push him completely into the abyss of beasts.

He felt an unspeakable anger and violence welling up in his chest, as if there were countless voices whispering in his ears, mocking his weakness, encouraging him to give up thinking and just rely on instinct to fight and destroy.

"Waste, waste..."

These words were like a curse, swirling in his mind, trying to erode his will.

At this moment, Zaraki Kenpachi stood in front of Grimmjow with a leisurely and contented attitude.

There was no fear in his eyes, only a faint mockery of Grimmjow's current state.

"Swallowed by animalistic instincts, is your strength as a berserk warrior nothing more than this?"

Zaraki Kenpachi's words were like a basin of cold water, extinguishing the fire in Grimmjow's heart that was about to lose control.

He raised his head suddenly and looked directly into Zaraki Kenpachi's eyes that seemed to see through everything, feeling an unprecedented anger and unwillingness well up in his heart.

"You guy, why do you say that to me?"

Grimmjow roared angrily, and the bones on his face emerged like a tide, distorting his face even more ferociously.

He knew that he must look ugly at the moment, but he didn't care. He just wanted to prove himself, prove to Kenpachi Zaraki, and prove to himself that he, Grimmjow, would not become a beast controlled by instinct. .

"Xu, you have to understand that a real berserker is not a machine that only relies on instinct to fight."

Zaraki Kenpachi's voice was calm and powerful. He slowly walked towards Grimmjow, each step appearing so calm and unhurried.

"What they possess is the ultimate love for fighting, the infinite desire for victory, and the courage to stay awake in desperate situations and control their instincts with wisdom and will."

Zaraki Kenpachi's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Grimmjow's heart hard. He realized that he had indeed been on the verge of danger just now, and was almost swallowed up by that primitive impulse.

Grimmjow took a deep breath, suppressed the anger and rage in his heart, and gradually calmed down.

He looked up at Zaraki Kenpachi with a determined light in his eyes: "You guys, are you underestimating my strength as a berserker? It's just instinct, I'll show you my victory!"

He already knew that he had become a berserker, but Grimmjow saw nothing wrong with that.

Because he clearly understood what a Berserker was.

The so-called berserkers are not beasts with only instincts, but monsters that use an extremely pure will to fight to control the terrifying instinct to kill, unscrupulously prey on all enemies they can reach, and then continue to grow!

Untie yourself and know yourself!

After saying that, Grimmjow's figure was like an arrow from the bowstring, his muscles were tense, and every inch of his skin contained explosive power. He jumped suddenly, turned into a black shadow, and rushed towards Zaraki Kenpachi.

The air reverberated with the sharp sound of breaking wind, which was the unique sound produced by his sharp nails cutting through the air, indicating that a fatal attack was about to come.

Grimmjow's eyes flashed with enthusiasm and fighting spirit, and every swing of his claws was accompanied by precise prediction and arrogance, as if he wanted to tear the enemy in front of him into pieces.

However, Zaraki Kenpachi's reaction was unusually calm and calm.

Facing Grimmjow's surging attack, he gave a faint smile. His body was as flexible as flowing water. With a slight twist, it was like sliding across the smoothest satin, easily avoiding the attack. A fatal claw strike.

His movements may seem random, but they actually contain profound combat wisdom and precise timing. Every dodge is just right, keeping enough distance without leaving any opportunity for the opponent to take advantage of.

"Not bad, it's interesting."

Zaraki Kenpachi's voice was low and magnetic, and his words were full of recognition and appreciation for Grimmjow's strength.

Immediately, Zaraki Kenpachi also launched his counterattack. He was not eager to win, but looked for Grimmjow's flaws in the battle with an almost game-like attitude.

His movements seem to be casual, but in fact every move contains subtle changes and deep inner energy. Sometimes it is as fast as lightning, sometimes as slow as a snail, making it unpredictable.

Zaraki Kenpachi is like a skilled dancer, freely shuttled on the battlefield stage, guiding the rhythm and direction of the battle.

Grimmjow soon discovered that he could not completely catch the trajectory of Kenpachi Zaraki's movements. The opponent seemed to always predict the result before he made a move and respond in advance.

This extraordinary predictive ability shocked and frustrated Grimmjow. He realized that there was indeed a big gap between him and Kenpachi Zaraki in terms of fighting skills and experience.

However, as a berserker, the unyielding spirit in his bones was completely stimulated.

He roared, and his muscles swelled again. His strength seemed to have risen to a higher level, and he vowed to compete with Kenpachi Zaraki.

The battle gradually entered a white-hot stage. Grimmjow relied on the instinct of a berserker and launched a fierce offensive desperately.

He tried his best in every attack, trying to overwhelm Kenpachi Zaraki with absolute power. However, Kenpachi Zaraki was like an experienced hunter, always keeping calm and vigilant.

He used his agility and keen insight to make the most correct judgment at the most critical moment, and easily resolved all of Grimmjow's attacks.

At the same time, he did not forget to look for opportunities to give Grimmjow a fatal blow.

As time went by, Grimmjow began to feel tired. The power in his body was rapidly depleting, but Kenpachi Zaraki seemed to be tireless.