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Chapter 510 Sacrifice

The dragon patterns on the blade are clearly visible, like giant dragons lying in wait, ready to take off and deliver a fatal attack to the enemy.

Madarame Ikkaku gripped the blade tightly, his eyes burning with fierce fighting spirit. The Seraph Hawkeye's disregard and contempt had transformed into rage in his heart, spurring him to fight this powerful enemy to the very end.

He slightly pressed down with his feet, leaned forward, and assumed a fighting stance, ready to meet any possible attack from Seraph Hawkeye, or to launch an offensive himself.

"Showy but impractical."

Seraph Hawkeye looked at Madarame Ikkaku's imposing Bankai form, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes, and made a contemptuous comment.

"However, I don't dislike people with backbone."

Then, he changed the subject, his tone subtly shifting.

Although he was dismissive of Madarame Ikkaku's Bankai, he did have some respect for Madarame Ikkaku's courage in charging forward despite knowing the vast difference in their strength.

Madarame Ikkaku was well aware of the insurmountable gap in strength between himself and Seraph Hawkeye. He knew in his heart that this battle was very likely a one-way trip, and he didn't even have a sliver of a chance of winning.

Even so, for the sake of Captain Kenpachi Zaraki and for the honor of the Eleventh Division, he still chose to stand up without hesitation and face this powerful and almost invincible enemy.

Seraph Hawkeye looked at the brave Grim Reaper before him, narrowed his eyes slightly, and a glint of admiration flashed in them.

He drew the massive sword again, its blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight, as if proclaiming the impending carnage.

"State your name, Death."

"Zaraki Team, Third Seat Madarame Ikkaku."

Madarame Ikkaku answered loudly, his voice firm and resonant, without the slightest fear.

As soon as he finished speaking, he brandished the three giant blades in his hand and charged towards Seraph Hawkeye like an enraged beast.

However, the reality is cruel.

Seraph Hawkeye's strength far exceeded expectations. With a flash of light, his speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to see clearly.

Madarame Ikkaku's three giant blades were as vulnerable as tender tofu under the Seraph Hawkeye's blade, and were instantly cleaved in two.

Madarame Ikkaku himself was not spared either, and was cleaved in two by the powerful sword energy.

"I've remembered your name."

Seraph Hawkeye watched Madarame Ikkaku gradually fall and said softly.

His voice no longer held the previous contempt, but instead carried a hint of respect.

"So strong, I couldn't even withstand one move."

Madarame Ikkaku murmured 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 himself. He fought for his beliefs and had no regrets even if he died.

As his consciousness gradually faded, his body began to transform into spiritual particles, which drifted away in the air and were eventually absorbed by the mysterious veil in the sky.

"One corner~"

Ayasegawa Yumichika stared at the spot where Madarame had disappeared, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

On the one hand, he was happy for the courage and integrity his close friend showed in the last moments of his life, and he admired Ikkaku Madarame's spirit of doing what he knew was impossible.

On the other hand, the passing of his close friend saddened him greatly, leaving him feeling as if a piece of his heart had been ripped out, leaving him feeling empty.

Just as Seraph Hawkeye was about to turn and leave, a sharp gust of wind suddenly rushed towards him.

Hawkeye's eyes sharpened instantly, and he parried with his sword.

"when"

He steadily caught the sudden attack.

"My men thank you for taking care of them."

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

At this moment, Kenpachi Zaraki had completely recovered from his injuries. Not only that, he even used his Shikai and was carrying a huge cleaver.

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

What surprised Hawkeye even more was that Kenpachi Zaraki's originally violent spiritual pressure had become more stable, and at the same time, more deadly.

That spiritual pressure was like a calm lake surface concealing turbulent undercurrents, making it impossible to underestimate.

"It's finally getting interesting. Hopefully, you can last longer this time."

Seraph Hawkeye's lips curled up slightly, revealing an excited smile.

His eyes were filled with anticipation; he felt an unprecedented excitement for this opponent whose strength had suddenly increased.

Kenpachi Zaraki stopped wasting words, his eyes instantly igniting with fierce fighting spirit, like a raging beast unleashing a ferocious attack.

He moved with lightning speed, his massive cleaver tracing sharp arcs through the air, each swing carrying the force of thunder, cutting through the very fabric of the air.

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He gave it his all with every strike, holding nothing back.

A powerful spiritual pressure erupted from his body like a surging tide, spreading wildly outwards.

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

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

Left with no other choice, he could only grit his teeth and quickly leave the battlefield.

His eyes were filled with worry and resentment, worried about the captain's safety and resentful that he was so powerless in the face of such a powerful enemy.

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

His attacks were completely haphazard, driven entirely by instinct and a thirst for battle, as he unleashed his fury upon Seraph Hawkeye with madness.

Each clash of blades produced a deafening sound and sparks flew everywhere.

Seraph Hawkeye appeared much calmer, calmly dealing with Kenpachi Zaraki's attacks, his greatsword precisely blocking each strike.

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

The blades clashed violently, producing a deafening sound that seemed to pierce the eardrums.

Kenpachi Zaraki's massive cleaver clashed with Seraph Hawkeye's greatsword, sparking countless dazzling flashes.

At the same time, the spiritual pressure emanating from Kenpachi Zaraki and the Haki of Seraph Hawkeye collided violently like two raging tides, completely destroying everything in their path.

The surrounding trees were uprooted, stones flew everywhere, and dust filled the air, as if the end of the world had come.

Despite the intense clash, Seraph Hawkeye still had considerable strength remaining.

"Your power is not limited to this. Let me see your Bankai."

"A smug piece of trash."

Kenpachi Zaraki cursed through gritted teeth, his eyes burning with fury. He used all his strength to try to break free from the Seraph Hawkeye's suppression and unleash his full power.

However, Seraph Hawkeye's strength was simply too great, and Kenpachi Zaraki's efforts seemed somewhat futile in the face of him.

(End of this chapter)