Begin from the original form of torture and become immortal

Chapter 1130 What doesn’t kill me will only make me stronger!
"Too slow, too slow!"

Grimmjow's laughter was like a sharp blade in the cold wind, piercing the air with unquestionable confidence and provocation. His eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light, as if he could see through the deepest fear and struggle in Madarame's heart.

With a low roar, his figure instantly turned into a dazzling white lightning, with a speed so fast that it seemed as if even time had been surpassed by him.

Every movement of Grimmjow was accompanied by the sharp sound of the air being torn apart, and his claws drew brilliant silver tracks in the air. These tracks were not only a visual feast, but also a foreshadowing of death.

Each trajectory contained a sharpness and power enough to tear steel apart. They intertwined and collided in the air, emitting bursts of shrill whistles, like the whispers of death, which made people shudder.

Madarame, on the other hand, looked extremely miserable. He barely maintained a defensive posture, as sweat dripped down his forehead, dripping into the dust and evaporating in an instant.

Grimmjow's increased strength after his return to the sword caught him off guard. Every time he tried to counterattack, it was like hitting an invisible barrier, and his strength was ruthlessly dissolved or rebounded. He knew that if he couldn't find a way to break through, this battle would be a disaster he couldn't bear.

At this critical moment of life and death, an unprecedented determination and courage surged in Madarame Ikkaku's heart. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he wanted to absorb all the power in the world into his body.

As this power poured in, his whole body began to undergo subtle changes. His skin gradually turned red, as if there was a raging fire burning under his skin, which was a sign that his potential was being fully stimulated.

This power not only strengthened his muscles and bones, but also allowed his spiritual pressure to reach unprecedented heights, and his entire temperament changed dramatically.

"what--!"

Madarame suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes burning with raging fighting spirit and unyielding flames.

He roared, and suddenly a raging flame ignited on his fists. It was the crystallization of his spiritual power and will. The flame jumped on his fists, releasing a blazing light, and distorted the surrounding air.

Facing Grimmjow's sharp claws that were attacking again, Madarame Ikkaku swung his burning fists and confronted them head-on.

Two powerful forces collided in the air, and a deafening roar instantly erupted, as if the heaven and earth were shaking at this moment.

The clash between flames and claws is not only a showdown of strength, but also the interweaving of firelight and dark shadows to form a thrilling picture that is dazzling to the eyes.

Grimmjow was also obviously shocked by Madarame's sudden change.

He originally thought that he could easily suppress his opponent with his speed and strength, but at this moment he found that Madarame Ikkaku seemed to have been reborn and became extremely powerful.

Each of his attacks was like hitting a solid rock. Although it was able to shatter it, his own strength was greatly weakened and he could no longer move with ease as before.

"Huh, that's interesting."

Grimmjow sneered and slowly raised his left hand. That hand was covered with black spiritual pressure, like an abyss that even light could not penetrate.

As he bent his arms, a strange posture condensed in front of him. It was his unique fighting skill - "Leopard Hook".

Five emerald green hidden weapons, controlled by Grimmjow, shot through the air like arrows, making sharp sounds of breaking wind, and headed straight for a corner of Madarame.

These hidden weapons are not just physical attacks, they also contain Grimmjow's powerful spiritual pressure.

"Leopard hook!"

Madarame looked at the emerald green hidden weapon flying towards him and instinctively felt the danger. The instinct of a berserker is almost equivalent to intuition, so he believed in his instinct.

However, a Berserker must constantly surpass his own limits!
"Come on, show me your strength!"

One of Madarame's eyes was red, and an indescribable violent aura surrounded him.

Every breath he took seemed to accumulate strength, and every tremor of his muscles foreshadowed the impending explosion of power.

He knew very well what a powerful enemy he was facing, but he was even more clear that the fearless and never-give-up blood of Kenpachi Zaraki flowed in his body.

He, who inherited the Killing Intent Tyrant Body Style, had long since disregarded life and death, and regarded every attack as a whetstone for sharpening his will and strength.

When the five emerald green hidden weapons attacked like lightning, there was no fear in Madarame's eyes, only an even more intense fighting spirit.

He roared, and all the muscles in his body tensed instantly, as if he wanted to squeeze out every bit of potential in his body. His fists, with the sound of breaking wind, fiercely rushed towards the hidden weapons.

However, just as Grimmjow had expected, those seemingly fragile hidden weapons, when they came into contact with Madarame Ikkaku's fist, turned out to be like sharp blades, easily cutting through his defense, and even penetrating his fist, continuing to attack deep into his body.

The rest of the leopard hooks followed closely behind, hitting his body one after another with loud "bang bang bang bang bang" noises. Each impact was accompanied by the churning of qi and blood in his body, as if to tear him apart.

Madarame Ikkaku's body was severely injured in an instant, and blood gushed out from the wound, staining his clothes red. However, he did not fall down, but laughed even more crazily.

It was a laughter that was a mixture of pain and pleasure, reflecting his ultimate pursuit of fighting and self-transcendence.

"Hahaha... Great! So strong! Is this your strength, Grimmjow?"

There was a hint of madness in Madarame Ikkaku's voice, and his eyes became even redder, as if there were flames burning in them.

He knew very well that he was standing on the brink of life and death, but it was this desperate situation that stimulated the latent power in his body.

Madarame Ikkaku roared in his heart, and his body began to undergo subtle changes.

Then something incredible happened. Madarame Ikkaku's body did not collapse. Instead, under the continuous blows, it became more resilient and more difficult to shake.

It seemed as if some kind of power was surging beneath his skin, repairing every wound and strengthening his body.

Grimmjow's face changed slightly when he saw this. He had never seen such a strange way of fighting.

In his opinion, any creature that endured such a fierce attack would fall to the ground or even die immediately.

But the little corner of Madarame in front of him was like a phoenix reborn from the ashes, and every time it fell it was to fly higher.

"What kind of ability is this?!"

There was a tremor in Grimmjow's voice.

(End of this chapter)