Chapter 1135 You Are Not Pure Enough

Grimmjow realized that if he continued like this, sooner or later Kenpachi Zaraki would find a flaw and defeat him in one fell swoop. However, Grimmjow did not intend to give up.

He gritted his teeth and used up his last bit of strength to launch a final charge.

However, this time Kenpachi Zaraki did not give him any chance. He saw the flaw in Grimmjow's attack and punched hard.

This punch hit Grimmjow's chest like thunder.

Grimmjow felt an irresistible force rushing into his body, and he lost consciousness in an instant and fell to the ground unconscious.

"General! Many hollows appeared in Karakura Town and attacked us!"

At this time, Ayase Gawa Yumichika reported to Kenpachi Zaraki.

There was a hint of tension and anxiety in his voice, and he was obviously worried about the current situation.

Kenpachi Zaraki frowned slightly when he heard this, but soon returned to normal.

He turned his head and looked at Grimmjow who was lying on the ground, and a complicated look flashed in his eyes.

"This guy is not bad. Although he is a Hollow, I admire his pure fighting spirit."

He thought to himself.

He then looked at Ayase Gawa Yumichika and said, "Really? It seems that we can start the real hunt today and declare war on Hueco Mundo!"

Kenpachi Zaraki's words were full of determination and confidence. He seemed to have seen the upcoming battle and victory. The eyes of others also turned to Grimmjow. They knew that this former enemy had lost his fighting power now, but they also understood what Kenpachi Zaraki's decision meant - a full-scale declaration of war on Hueco Mundo was about to begin.

"What about him?" Someone couldn't help asking, referring to Grimmjow who was lying on the ground.

Kenpachi Zaraki was silent for a moment and then slowly said, "Take him back first. Although he is our enemy now, he is also a respectable warrior. And... he is now a Berserker. I believe he will be our helper."

The Arrancars who invaded Karakura Town never thought that there would be so many powerful Berserkers in Karakura Town.

Of course, the Berserkers who are currently only at the level of psychics are certainly not the opponents of the Arrancars.

However, when Arisawa Ryuki, Chadori Yasutora, and Inoue Orihime were targeted, Ichigo Kurosaki took action.

As Berserkers who had been to Soul Society with Ichigo Kurosaki, Arisawa Ryuki and his team left other Berserkers behind at the start, not to mention that they had close contact with the Hogyoku.

Although they did not awaken the Fullbring, they also gained the enhancement of Berserker abilities.

This allowed them to hold on until Ichigo Kurosaki took action.

Ichigo Kurosaki knocked down three subordinates of Harribel with one move, and then defeated Nnoitra.

Nnoitra was originally proud that his steel skin was the strongest among the Ten Espadas, but Ichigo Kurosaki took his sickle slash and sent him away with a casual punch. His proud steel skin was fragile in front of Ichigo Kurosaki.

At this time, Nnoitra could not accept his failure and struggled to stand up.

"Damn it, Berserker King!"

Nnoitra roared at Ichigo Kurosaki.

"Your fighting spirit is not pure enough, and your strength is not strong enough."

Although it was only the first time that Ichigo Kurosaki and Nnoitra met, he saw Nnoitra's true nature clearly.

Nnoitra is very belligerent, but unlike Grimmjow Jakejak, who is also belligerent but seeks to fight with all his strength in an equal state, Nnoitra often uses methods such as taking advantage of the opportunity and sneak attacks to defeat his opponents.

"I will kill you!"

Nnoitra ignored what Ichigo Kurosaki said.

"Pray, Holy Weeping Mantis!"

He completed the return to the blade, and Nnoitra had a crescent-shaped horn on his head, a cross-shaped yellow facial pattern on his face, a tooth-like eye mask on the hollow hole, and six amputated arms, each holding a double-edged sickle.

The injury that was just seriously injured by Ichigo Kurosaki was instantly restored when he returned to the blade.

When returning to the blade, the injuries to the body before returning to the blade can be restored, and the arm can also be regenerated when it is cut off.

As Nnoitra roared, the sky of Karakura Town seemed to be shrouded by an invisible haze, and the air around him was trembling because of the power surging in his body.

Ichigo Kurosaki stood in front of him, his eyes calm and deep, as if he could see through all the vanity and fear.

Although the opponent in front of him was seriously injured, the power after returning to the blade should not be underestimated. For most people, it was a challenge close to despair.

"King of Berserkers?"

Nnoitra's voice was filled with reluctance and anger, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the teeth, full of resistance to fate and desire for power.

"What makes you king? Just your fist that can resist my steel skin?"

There was a crazy light in his eyes, and six sickle arms were waving in the air, drawing silver tracks, as if to tear everything around him apart.

Ichigo Kurosaki did not answer directly, but just shook his head slightly, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Strength is never the only criterion for measuring a warrior's value. The truly strong are those who can stick to their beliefs in adversity and protect the people who are important to them."

"Hmph, stop preaching to me!"

Nnoitra obviously didn't agree with these words. He roared again, and the six sickle arms swung out at the same time, forming an impenetrable knife net, sweeping towards Kurosaki Ichigo.

Each sickle contained enough power to tear apart space, and the air was filled with a strong smell of death.

However, Ichigo Kurosaki seemed to be in another world. His movements were smooth and precise, and every dodge was just right, as if he could predict the trajectory of Nnoitra's attack.

He was not in a hurry to counterattack, but was waiting, waiting for the opportunity to kill with one blow.

"Your attack is too impatient."

Ichigo Kurosaki finally spoke, with a hint of subtle sarcasm in his voice.

At the moment when Nnoitra's attack slowed down, Ichigo Kurosaki moved.

His figure flashed like a ghost, and he instantly appeared behind Nnoitra. His right hand clenched into a fist, condensing all the strength of his body, and blasted towards Nnoitra's seemingly indestructible back.

"Crescent Moon Sky Strike!"

As Ichigo Kurosaki shouted, a brilliant crescent-shaped energy wave burst out from the center of his fist, instantly penetrating Nnoitra's defense and hitting his heart.

"No——!"

Nnoitra roared in despair, but it was too late. The crescent-shaped energy wave was like the scythe of the god of death, ruthlessly harvesting his life.

His body gradually dissipated in the light, and finally turned into a wisp of black smoke and dissipated into the air.