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Chapter 1132 Beating You into a Berserker

Kenpachi Zaraki admires anyone who loves fighting. Similar to Ichigo Kurosaki's idea, he feels that the more people become berserkers, the more battles he can enjoy.

Berserker is awesome!

"Huh, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Grimmjow, however, felt that Kenpachi Zaraki was mentally ill. Not to mention how a Hollow like him could become a berserker, if he hadn't been sure that Kenpachi Zaraki had no ill intentions, he would have suspected that Kenpachi Zaraki was despising him.

"Being a berserker is a wonderful thing. You can enjoy fighting all the time and fight until you are torn to pieces!"

Zaraki Kenpachi said with a ferocious smile.

"I'm sorry, I don't have that idea."

"Berserker? Humph, that's just your distorted understanding of battle frenzy by the God of Death."

"We Hollows were born to survive and evolve, and fighting is just one of the means. And you regard it as everything. How pathetic."

Grimmjow was lying prone on the ground, a hunting posture he would adopt when he was an Achucas-class Hollow.

Like a cheetah, ready to pounce.

Upon hearing this, Kenpachi Zaraki curled up a cruel smile, which contained both contempt for Grimmjow's understanding and desire for the upcoming battle.

"Pathetic? No, Grimmjow, you are wrong. It is this pure love for fighting that makes me feel the true meaning of life. Whether I live or die, as long as I can still punch, that is the happiest moment."

"Hahahaha, it's okay, I'll beat you up and turn you into a berserker!"

Kenpachi Zaraki didn't care about Grimmjow's rejection at all, because he was a strong man and he could do whatever he wanted.

Not to mention that the other party is still weak.

If he becomes a berserker, he will be able to enjoy a better battle.

Grimmjow suddenly attacked, running like a cheetah. His speed was so fast that in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Kenpachi Zaraki.

But Kenpachi Zaraki didn't even raise his right hand. Just when Grimmjow was about to touch him, Kenpachi Zaraki's left hand suddenly turned into a shadow and grabbed Grimmjow's head accurately.

"What!?"

Grimmjow was shocked. He never expected that Kenpachi Zaraki could capture his position so easily while moving at such a high speed.

But what shocked him even more was yet to come - Grimmjow only felt an irresistible force coming, and he instantly lost his balance. Then he felt dizzy and was finally smashed to the ground by Kenpachi Zaraki.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, the entire battlefield seemed to be shaken.

Under the huge impact force, Grimmjow's body smashed a big hole in the ground, causing dust and gravel to fly everywhere.

When the dust gradually dissipated, Grimmjow was seen half-kneeling at the bottom of the pit, his body covered with thick dust, a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes still flashed with an unyielding light.

He struggled to stand up, his body trembling slightly due to the severe pain, but his pride and dignity never diminished in the slightest.

"Huh, is this what you call strength?"

Kenpachi Zaraki stood at the edge of the pit, looking down at Grimmjow with disdain in his tone.

"A truly strong person does not rely solely on speed or strength. What is more important is the understanding and control of combat. And you are far from enough." "Huh, that's interesting."

Grimmjow wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled coldly.

"However, this power alone is not enough to make me the berserker you mentioned."

Kenpachi Zaraki also slowly walked down the deep pit, each step was extremely heavy, as if even the ground was shaking. He stood in front of Grimmjow, his eyes full of both admiration and expectation.

"Indeed, I once thought that only by constantly challenging the strong could I satisfy my inner desire. But it was not until later that I realized that a true berserker is one who can find himself in every battle, and can draw strength from it and continue to grow regardless of victory or defeat."

Grimmjow attacked again. He had already used the Leopard King's Claw, but he knew that the Leopard King's Claw was not much of a threat to Kenpachi Zaraki, so he had to rely on speed to win. This was what he was best at and his strongest point!
From the countless fights with Achucas-class Hollows to becoming an Arrancar, he has always fought like this.

Grimmjow growled, and his body turned into a black lightning, instantly crossing the seemingly unreachable distance and heading straight for Kenpachi Zaraki.

His arms became extremely hard under the influence of spiritual pressure, and his sharp nails flashed with cold light, like real leopard claws, enough to tear steel.

However, when his claws, sharp enough to split mountains and rocks, scratched Kenpachi Zaraki's bloody armor, they only left shallow scratches, as if they had touched an insurmountable barrier.

Grimmjow was stunned. Kenpachi Zaraki had no defense at all and no intention of attacking him.

And his sharp claws were unable to break Kenpachi Zaraki's defense.

"Come on, I'm right here, let you attack me, don't be polite, just attack me."

Kenpachi Zaraki told Grimmjow that his existence was the perfect interpretation of "battle instinct".

Different from the rigor and rules of the Grim Reaper, he is more like an untamed beast, enjoying the fun of fighting in the most direct and brutal way.

He even opened the collar of his bloody battle suit, revealing his chest covered with scars of varying sizes, and then put his hands on his hips.

"What on earth are you thinking about?"

Grimmjow felt insulted.

Kenpachi Zaraki smiled, a smile that only those who truly loved fighting could understand.

"Me? I'm just enjoying the fight."

He replied.

"For me, fighting is life, it is everything to me. So, no matter how you attack me, I will not retreat, because this is the meaning of my existence."

An inexplicable anger surged in Grimmjow's heart. He felt insulted like never before.

In his opinion, Kenpachi Zaraki's attitude was tantamount to mocking his strength, mocking his speed and claw attacks that he was proud of. He took a few steps back, adjusted his breathing, and prepared to launch a more fierce attack.

"You really make me angry!"

Grimmjow's voice became hoarse with anger, his eyes were burning with fighting spirit, and the air around him seemed to tremble with his anger.

He condensed his spiritual pressure again, and his body turned into a black shadow again. His sharp claws scratched Kenpachi Zaraki's chest, but left him unharmed. Moreover, Kenpachi Zaraki really did not dodge or fight back.

This made Grimmjow even angrier, and he then frantically squeezed out the spiritual power in his body.

(End of this chapter)