The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 510 Sacrifice
On the blade, dragon patterns are clearly visible, like dormant dragons, ready to take off at any time and deliver a fatal attack to the enemy.

Madarame Ikkaku gripped the blade tightly in his hand, his eyes burning with fighting spirit. The disregard and contempt of Seraph Hawkeye just now turned into anger in his heart, inspiring him to fight to the end with this powerful enemy in front of him.

He exerted a little force on his feet, leaned forward slightly, and assumed a fighting posture, ready to meet any possible attack from Seraph Hawkeye or to initiate an attack.

"Fancy."

Seraph Hawkeye looked at Madarame Ikkaku's majestic Bankai form, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, and he commented contemptuously.

"But I don't hate people with backbone."

Then, he changed the subject, and there was a subtle change in his tone.

Although he disagreed with Madarame Ikkaku's Bankai, he still had some recognition for Madarame Ikkaku's courage to rush forward without hesitation even though he knew there was a huge gap in strength between him and him.

Madarame Ikkaku was naturally aware of the huge gap in strength between himself and Seraph Hawkeye. He knew in his heart that there was a high possibility that he would never return from this battle, and there was not even a chance of winning.

But even so, for the sake of Captain Kenpachi Zaraki and the honor of the 11th Division, he chose to stand up without hesitation and face this powerful and almost invincible enemy.

The Seraph Eagle Eyes looked at the brave Grim Reaper in front of him, narrowed his eyes slightly, and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes.

He drew out the huge knife again, and the blade gleamed coldly in the sunlight, as if telling of the coming slaughter.

Tell me your name, Death."

"Team Zaraki, third seat Madarame."

Madarame Ikkaku answered loudly, his voice firm and loud, without any fear.

As soon as he finished speaking, he brandished the three giant blades in his hands and rushed towards the Seraph Hawkeye like an angry beast.

However, the reality is cruel.

The strength of Seraph Hawkeye was far beyond imagination. The flash of the knife was so fast that it was almost impossible to see clearly.

The three giant blades on Madarame's corner were as fragile as soft tofu under the sword of Seraph Hawkeye, and were instantly split in half.

Madarame Ikkaku himself was not spared and was split into two halves by the powerful sword energy.

"I remember your name."

Seraph Hawkeye looked at the gradually falling Madarame Ikkaku and spoke softly.

There was no longer any contempt in his voice, but instead a hint of respect.

"So strong, I can't even take one of his moves."

Madarame Ikkaku muttered to himself, his voice weak and calm.

He slowly closed his eyes, without a trace of regret on his face, because this was the path he had chosen. He fought for his beliefs and had no regrets even if he died.

As his consciousness gradually dissipated, his body began to transform into spirit particles, floating in the air, and was eventually absorbed by the mysterious curtain in the sky.

"One corner~"

Ayasegawa Yumichika looked at the place where a corner of Madarame disappeared, his eyes filled with complicated emotions.

On the one hand, he was happy for the courage and backbone that his best friend showed in the last moments of his life. He also admired Madarame Ikkaku's spirit of doing what he knew was impossible.
But on the other hand, the death of his best friend made him extremely sad, as if a piece of his heart had been dug out, leaving him feeling empty.

Just as Seraph Hawkeye was about to turn around and leave, a fierce wind pressure suddenly hit him violently.

Hawkeye's eyes suddenly became stern, and he blocked with his sword.

"when"

He took the sudden blow steadily. "Thank you for taking care of my men."

Kenpachi Zaraki, who was lying on the ground seriously injured just now.

At this time, Kenpachi Zaraki's injuries had completely recovered. Not only that, he even used his Shikai and held a huge machete in his hand.

The machete exuded a cold aura, as if it could cut through everything.

What surprised Hawkeye even more was that the originally violent spiritual pressure on Kenpachi Zaraki had now become more stable and more deadly.

The spiritual pressure is like a calm lake with a turbulent undercurrent hidden beneath it, making people dare not underestimate it in the slightest.

"It's finally getting interesting. I hope you can hold on a little longer this time."

The corners of Seraph Hawkeye's mouth rose slightly, revealing an excited smile.

His eyes were full of anticipation, and he felt unprecedented excitement towards this opponent whose strength had suddenly increased.

Kenpachi Zaraki didn't waste any more words. His eyes instantly ignited with a burning fighting spirit, and like an enraged beast, he launched a violent attack.

His figure was as fast as lightning, and the huge machete in his hand drew sharp arcs in the air. Every swing cut through the air with the force of thunder.

He gave his all in every attack, without reservation.

Powerful spiritual pressure burst out from his body like a surging tide, spreading outward wildly.

The intensity of the spiritual pressure was so great that even the vice-captain, Ayasegawa Yumichika, felt difficulty breathing, as if his chest was being pressed down by a huge rock.

Ayasegawa Yumichika's face turned pale. He knew very well that in such a battle, he would not only be of no help, but might even become a burden to Kenpachi Zaraki.

Helplessly, he could only grit his teeth and quickly move away from the battlefield.

His eyes were filled with worry and unwillingness. He was worried about the captain's safety and unwilling to accept that he was so powerless in front of such a powerful enemy.

On the battlefield, Kenpachi Zaraki's attacks became more and more fierce.

His attack was without any rhyme or reason, relying entirely on instinct and desire for battle, as he madly poured out his rage on Seraph Hawkeye.

Every time the knives collided, there was a deafening sound and sparks flew.

Seraph Hawkeye seemed much calmer. He responded to Kenpachi Zaraki's attacks calmly, and the sword in his hand accurately blocked every attack.

Kenpachi Zaraki's attacks became faster and faster, and his spiritual pressure became stronger and stronger.

The blades collided violently, making a deafening sound that seemed to penetrate a person's eardrum.

The huge machete in Kenpachi Zaraki's hand collided with the broadsword of Seraph Hawkeye, splashing countless dazzling sparks.

At the same time, the spiritual pressure emanating from Kenpachi Zaraki and the domineering aura of Seraph Hawkeye collided violently like two raging waves. Wherever they passed, everything in the area was completely destroyed.

The surrounding trees were uprooted, debris was flying, and dust was everywhere, as if the end of the world had come.

Even in this fierce confrontation, Seraph Hawkeye still had some strength left.

"Your power is more than that. Let me see your Bankai."

"You're a scumbag who's gotten carried away."

Kenpachi Zaraki cursed through gritted teeth, his eyes burning with anger. He used all his strength to try to break free from the suppression of Seraph Hawkeye and fully release his power.

However, the strength of Seraph Hawkeye was too strong, and Kenpachi Zaraki's efforts seemed futile in front of him.

(End of this chapter)