Begin from the original form of torture and become immortal

Chapter 1128 Confrontation
So, Grimmjow planned to defeat them all.

Although he appreciated it, Grimmjow would not do anything unnecessary.

Such is his character.

Not long after, probably just a blink of an eye, Grimmjow stood on the ruined battlefield, surrounded by a spiritual pressure that could not be ignored, as if even the air was trembling because of his existence.

His punch not only knocked down the enemy in front of him, but also shocked the hearts of everyone present.

Those berserkers seemed so small and fragile in front of his power, as if they were just a group of ants and were easily wiped out.

Just as he was about to summon his subordinate officers to deal with these defeated berserkers, a strange feeling suddenly came over him.

It was an indescribable subtle change, as if the air around was gently stirred by some unknown force.

Grimmjow turned suddenly, his sharp eyes piercing through the night and locking onto the high ground not far away.

There, a group of figures were standing or squatting quietly. Some of them were wearing bloody battle clothes, while others were wearing casual clothes, but they all exuded a powerful aura that could not be ignored.

Kenpachi Zaraki was looking at Grimmjow with a playful look; Madarame's eyes were flashing with eagerness, and he was obviously looking forward to the upcoming battle; and Ayase Gawa Yumichika maintained his unique elegant posture, as if everything was under control.

"That's really interesting,"

Kenpachi Zaraki's voice pierced the silence of the night.

"I didn't expect that this battlefield, which was originally prepared only for dog-level berserkers, would attract such a powerful Hollow."

There was a mixture of surprise and excitement in his tone, and it was obvious that he was both surprised and excited about Grimmjow's appearance.

Grimmjow frowned slightly when he heard this. He could sense the provocation and disdain in Kenpachi Zaraki's words, which was the confidence and arrogance that came from a strong man.

However, what surprised him even more was that he was unable to accurately sense the spiritual pressure of this group of people.

This feeling was both strange and dangerous, forcing him to re-examine the opponent in front of him.

Kenpachi Zaraki has seen through Grimmjow's true nature. Although he looks very much like a god of death, he is indeed a Hollow.

That kind of spiritual pressure cannot be hidden from the Berserker's perception.

Like a wild beast, it is full of unruly savagery, arrogant, crazy, cold and evil.

"what?"

Grimmjow found that he could not feel the spiritual pressure of Kenpachi Zaraki and the others, but that inexplicable feeling of oppression also made Grimmjow realize that they could not be ordinary people.

"Captain, leave it to me!"

Madarame Ikkaku said eagerly.

After becoming a Berserker, with his previous power as a Death God, he easily became as powerful as ordinary Death God captains, and even got closer to those Death God captains who had served for a hundred years.

The gap between the Death Captain, the Captain-level Death and the Centennial Captain is very large.

The levels of the Shinigami captains vary greatly, for example, Kensei Muguruma, Toshiro Hitsugaya who just became the captain and has not had time to grow, and the unlucky Kenpachi who was promoted from vice-captain, were all killed easily by Kiyomizu-jo.

So there is a lot of water in it, but the captain-level Death God is relatively valuable.

As for the century-old captains, the gap is even greater. They have been captains for more than a hundred years, and their abilities in all aspects have grown to a very strong level. The baptism and precipitation of years have made them not just gold content, but pure gold!
"Ah."

Kenpachi Zaraki agreed, mainly because he felt that although Grimmjow was very strong, the gap between him and him was too big. Madarame had a playful smile on his face, and he slowly took a step forward, and each step made the ground tremble slightly, which was a display of strength from deep within his heart.

He clenched his fists, and the joints made a crackling sound, as if he was ready to release all this power at any time.

"Berserker? Humph."

Before he finished speaking, Grimmjow's figure appeared and disappeared like a ghost in the night, making it difficult to predict his whereabouts.

Grimmjow's right hand instantly turned into a sharp blade, flashing with cold light, pointing directly at Madarame Ikkaku's heart. This attack was a test of Madarame Ikkaku's strength, and also his absolute confidence in his own speed.

The attack was so swift and decisive that one of Madara's pupils shrank.

If it were in the past, he probably wouldn't even be able to handle this move.

But it’s different now!

He moved his body to the side, easily avoiding Grimmjow's attack, and took the opportunity to punch Grimmjow in the side.

Grimmjow had obviously underestimated Madarame's strength, but he didn't panic.

The body seemed to be endowed with elasticity and twisted at an incredible angle, avoiding the fatal punch.

At the same time, he raised his claw with his backhand, his fingertips flashing with sharp light, trying to tear through Madarame Ikkaku's defense and hit his vital point.

But Madarame Ikkaku was well prepared. Not only did he not dodge, but he also went straight towards Grimmjow's attack, as if he didn't care about his life or death.

His fist, wrapped in an invisible force, collided with Grimmjow's sharp claws, and a deafening sound instantly erupted.

Although Grimmjow's claws were sharp, they seemed to have encountered an invisible barrier and could not penetrate the blood-stained battle suit on Madarame Ikkaku's body, which looked ordinary but was extremely tough.

Every collision between the claws and the battle suit was like a huge hammer hitting an anvil, shaking the space around the two of them.

What was even more shocking was that the moment Madarame Ikkaku's fist touched Grimmjow's mask, it exploded with amazing force. It was not just a collision of flesh, but a direct impact of force.

The mask on Grimmjow's face shattered instantly under this punch, and the fragments flew everywhere, as if part of his dignity was also shattered along with it.

What was even more shocking was that the power of this punch did not dissipate. Instead, it was like a flash flood, crushing Grimmjow backwards and hitting him heavily on the rocks in the distance.

The rock shattered under Grimmjow's impact, and dust flew everywhere, demonstrating the terrifying power of this attack.

Grimmjow struggled to stand up from behind the rock, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes became even crazier and more determined.

He encountered an unprecedentedly powerful enemy, but this was exactly what he pursued - fighting with the strong and constantly breaking through his own limits.

"Huh, interesting!"

Grimmjow's voice echoed across the battlefield, carrying a hint of barely perceptible excitement.

"It seems that I have met an opponent who is worthy of my full efforts."

Grimmjow slowly raised his right hand, his fingers gently bent, as if inviting an invisible force to gather in his palm.

As his mind focused, an extremely rich red spiritual pressure began to gather in his palms. The power was so strong that the air around it trembled, as if even space itself could not bear its weight, and began to ripple and distort.

(End of this chapter)