Begin from the original form of torture and become immortal

Chapter 1134: Untying the shackles and recognizing yourself

At that moment, Grimmjow's body seemed to be reshaped by an invisible force. Every inch of his muscle contained unprecedented explosive power. His heartbeat was like a war drum, roaring in his chest and making his eardrums hurt.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm his thoughts that were racing with the power he suddenly awakened.

When he opened his eyes again, what flickered in his eyes was a desire for power and a profound awakening of self-awareness.

"This feeling... is freedom, control, and unprecedented power."

Grimmjow muttered to himself, and he realized that this power did not come out of thin air, but was hidden deep in his body and was completely awakened at this moment.

He seemed to be able to hear the cheers of every cell in his body. They were eager to fight and eager to prove their existence in the fight.

However, the awakening of this power did not come without a price.

The originally vague beastly roars in Grimmjow's ears gradually became clearer. They turned into sharp blades, trying to cut through his sanity and push him completely into the abyss of the beast.

He felt an indescribable anger and violence surging in his chest, as if countless voices were whispering in his ears, mocking his weakness, and urging him to give up thinking and fight and destroy based on instinct.

"Waste, waste..."

These words swirled in his mind like a curse, trying to erode his will.

At this moment, Kenpachi Zaraki stood in front of Grimmjow in a leisurely manner.

There was no fear in his eyes, only a hint of mockery towards Grimmjow's current state.

"Consumed by animal instincts, is this the extent of your strength as a berserker?"

Kenpachi Zaraki's words were like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the fire in Grimmjow's heart that was about to get out of control.

He suddenly looked up and looked directly into Kenpachi Zaraki's eyes that seemed to see through everything, and an unprecedented anger and unwillingness surged in his heart.

"What right do you have to say that to me?"

Grimmjow roared, and the bones on his face emerged like a tide, distorting his face even more hideously.

He knew that he must look ugly at the moment, but he didn't care. He just wanted to prove himself, prove it to Kenpachi Zaraki, and prove it to himself - he, Grimmjow, would not become a beast controlled by instinct.

"Xu, you have to understand that a true berserker is not a machine that only relies on instinct to fight."

Kenpachi Zaraki's voice was calm and powerful. He slowly walked towards Grimmjow, and every step seemed so calm and unhurried.

"What they possess is an extreme love for fighting, an infinite desire for victory, and the courage to remain sober in desperate situations and to control their instincts with wisdom and will."

Kenpachi Zaraki's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Grimmjow's heart hard. He realized that he had indeed fallen into the edge of danger just now, and was almost swallowed by that primitive impulse.

Grimmjow took a deep breath, forced himself to suppress the anger and rage in his heart, and gradually calmed down his emotions.

He looked up at Kenpachi Zaraki, his eyes gleaming with determination: "You guy, do you underestimate my strength as a berserker? It's just instinct, I will defeat you and show you!" He already knew that he had become a berserker, but Grimmjow didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Because he clearly understood what a berserker was.

The so-called berserker is not just a beast with instincts alone, but a monster that keeps growing with an extremely pure will to fight, controlling its terrifying killing instinct and wantonly hunting all enemies within its reach!

Untie the shackles and get to know yourself!
After saying that, Grimmjow's body was like an arrow shot from a bow, his muscles were tense, and every inch of his skin contained explosive power. He leaped suddenly, turned into a black shadow, and rushed straight towards Kenpachi Zaraki.

The air was filled with the sound of sharp wind breaking, which was the unique rhythm produced by his sharp nails cutting through the air, foreshadowing that a fatal attack was about to come.

Grimmjow's eyes flashed with fanaticism and fighting spirit. Every swing of his claws was accompanied by precise prediction and unparalleled domineering, as if he wanted to tear the enemy in front of him into pieces.

However, Kenpachi Zaraki's reaction was unusually calm and composed.

Facing Grimmjow's surging attack, he curled up a faint smile, his body was as flexible as flowing water, and with a slight twist, he easily avoided the fatal claw attack as if sliding on the smoothest silk.

His movements seemed random, but in fact they contained profound combat wisdom and precise grasp of timing. Every dodge was just right, maintaining sufficient distance while leaving no opportunity for the opponent to exploit.

"Not bad, it's interesting."

Kenpachi Zaraki's voice was deep and magnetic, and his words were full of recognition and appreciation for Grimmjow's strength.

Then, Kenpachi Zaraki also launched his counterattack. He was not eager to win, but looked for Grimmjow's flaws in the battle with an attitude that was almost like a game.

His movements seemed casual, but in fact each and every move contained subtle changes and profound internal strength. Sometimes he was as fast as lightning, and sometimes as slow as a snail, making it hard to predict.

Kenpachi Zaraki is like a skilled dancer, moving freely on the battlefield, guiding the rhythm and direction of the battle.

Grimmjow soon discovered that he was unable to fully grasp the trajectory of Kenpachi Zaraki's movements. It seemed that the opponent could always predict the outcome of his attack and respond in advance.

This extraordinary ability to predict the future shocked and frustrated Grimmjow. He realized that there was indeed a big gap between him and Kenpachi Zaraki in terms of combat skills and experience.

However, as a berserker, the unyielding spirit in his bones was completely aroused.

He roared, and the muscles all over his body expanded again. His strength seemed to have increased to a higher level. He vowed to compete with Kenpachi Zaraki.

The battle gradually entered a white-hot stage. Grimmjow relied on his berserker instincts and launched a fierce attack regardless of everything.

He put all his strength into every attack, trying to overwhelm Kenpachi Zaraki with his absolute strength. However, Kenpachi Zaraki was like an experienced hunter, always remaining calm and alert.

He used his agile body and keen insight to make the most correct judgment at the most critical moment and easily resolved all of Grimmjow's attacks.

At the same time, he did not forget to look for opportunities to give Grimmjow a fatal blow.

As time went by, Grimmjow began to feel tired. The strength in his body was rapidly depleting, but Kenpachi Zaraki seemed to never tire.

(End of this chapter)