Begin from the original form of torture and become immortal

Chapter 1127 Grimmjow
Behind those seemingly rough moves lies a pure pursuit and control of power, which coincides with the characteristics of the berserker he knows.

Just as he was about to investigate further, an even stronger energy wave suddenly erupted, attracting everyone's attention.

I saw two burly, muscular warriors fighting fiercely. Their movements were swift and powerful. Every time their fists and feet collided, there was an explosion in the air, as if even the space was shaking.

What surprised Grimmjow even more was that the spiritual power emanating from these two warriors, although not as powerful as that of an Arrancar like himself, was extremely pure and wild, and completely different from any spiritual power he knew.

"Is this the Berserker I'm looking for?"

Grimmjow's heart trembled.

The two men in the fight seemed unaware of Grimmjow's presence as they continued to fight for their lives, using all their strength in each attack as if they wanted to completely destroy the other.

Grimmjow noticed that every time they shouted "Absolute power XX%! Killing wave fist!", their strength would increase instantly, and even the air would be torn apart wherever the fists passed.

"What an interesting power system..."

Grimmjow muttered, his interest in the Berserker growing stronger.

"Hmph, it seems the 'game' here is more interesting than I thought."

Grimmjow whispered, then stepped out of the shadows.

"Who?!"

Everyone exclaimed, stopped what they were doing, and looked at the uninvited guest warily.

Grimmjow's appearance was too abrupt.

"Let me meet you and see if you are really worthy of my personal action."

Grimmjow made up his mind and moved again, appearing in front of the warrior in an instant. The powerful spiritual pressure pressed down like a substance, causing the air around them to solidify.

"Who?!"

The warrior in the black vest suddenly raised his head, a flash of astonishment in his eyes, which was then replaced by the instinct of fighting. He roared, and the muscles all over his body seemed to swell instantly. His fist, with the roar of "Absolute Power 6%", slammed straight into Grimmjow's face.

However, Grimmjow's reaction was beyond everyone's expectations. He barely moved his feet, but just slightly turned his body, and easily avoided the powerful blow.

At the same time, his right hand turned into a residual image and instantly grabbed the fist of the black vest warrior. The collision of power between the two instantly aroused circles of spiritual power fluctuations visible to the naked eye, spreading out in all directions like ripples.

But Grimmjow's face remained calm and indifferent, as if all this was within his expectations.

"Huh, is this your limit?"

Grimmjow sneered and gently pushed with his left hand. An irresistible force instantly surged into the black vest warrior's body, throwing him out like a kite with a broken string. He fell heavily on the ground in the distance, splashing up a cloud of dust.

The air around them seemed to freeze at this moment, and everyone held their breath, afraid to miss any details that followed.

The soldier in the black vest struggled to get up, with blood oozing from the corners of his mouth and fear and unwillingness in his eyes.

He looked up at Grimmjow and asked in a hoarse voice, "Who...who are you?"

Grimmjow smiled slightly, and in that smile there was both pity for the weak and desire for the strong.

"I am Grimmjow, and you are the Berserkers I have been looking for?"

There was a hint of teasing in his tone, as if this battle was just a game to him.

"That's right, we are Berserkers." The warrior in the black vest gritted his teeth. A Berserker would never give up, otherwise he would never be able to become a Berserker.

Those who become discouraged when they are defeated will only remain at the stage of absolute power for the rest of their lives.

You know, there is ultimate power above absolute power. Even if it is only 1% of the ultimate power, it far exceeds 100% of absolute power!

Because the ultimate power involves the energy between heaven and earth, and with a mortal body, one can control the power of heaven and earth!
That’s right, the Chang Wei version has been updated, and the ultimate power system has been updated for Ichigo Kurosaki.

Although Ichigo Kurosaki is originally invincible, the absolute power only helps him to retrieve his invincible account password. As for the ultimate power, it is the possibility that Chang Wei provides to Ichigo Kurosaki or this world.

If we grasp this possibility, then the three ultimate problems that have troubled the Spirit King and the Three Realms will no longer be a problem.

Can hell rival the power of the entire world?
It's impossible, okay!

Even if it is possible, the worst that can happen is that Chang Wei will deceive Ichigo Kurosaki and say that there is also the power of the universe.

Grimmjow nodded, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes. "Very good, your answer satisfies me. Now, you have two choices: one is to become my prisoner and be taken back to the Palace of Night; the other is to die here and become the nourishment of my strength."

His voice remained calm and cold, as if he was just stating a fact.

However, for the Berserkers, both of these options are tantamount to death. They would rather die on the battlefield than become prisoners or nutrients of the enemy.

The soldier in the black vest took a deep breath, and a look of determination flashed in his eyes.

"We Berserkers have never known what surrender is! Come on, Grimmjow, let us see whether you, a strong man from the Hunyom Palace, are stronger, or whether our Berserkers have stronger wills!"

As his words fell, the surrounding berserkers responded one after another. They stood up one after another. Although their faces showed varying degrees of injuries and fatigue, their eyes were unusually firm.

At this moment, they seemed to have forgotten their fights and differences, fighting only to protect the honor and dignity of the Berserkers.

"Give up, you are no match for me."

Grimmjow said calmly. There was no trace of smugness or sarcasm in his tone, only a kind of condescending calmness and composure.

He admitted that the power of these berserkers was somewhat interesting, but that was all.

After all, even if they have a high level of control over absolute power, there is too scarce spiritual particles in the world and they don't have time to transform themselves.

If placed in an environment with a high density of spirit particles like the Hueco Mundo, these ordinary people would be able to compete with the Hollows after becoming Berserkers.

At present, they are actually just equivalent to psychics. Of course, if they are lucky enough to catch a lone Xu and kill him, they can absorb Xu's spirit particles in one go and become stronger quickly.

This absorption is passive, which is equivalent to experience points.

After all, even a random Hollow has more spirit particles than any psychic or Fullbringer in the world.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

The black vest warrior roared.

"is it?"

Grimmjow's eyes changed slightly, he admired these people.

(End of this chapter)