Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Soon, the group arrived at the boundless desert outside the Void Night Palace.

Chapter 257 Hesitation Only Leads to Defeat

"Fighting tests more than just strength."

"More importantly, it's about the attitude and determination of both sides in the fight."

"Without a tenacious attitude and unwavering determination, even with great strength, one will hesitate and falter at crucial moments, ultimately leading to failure."

"On the other hand, if one can remain calm during the battle and steadfastly choose the right path, one can often find a glimmer of hope in a crisis, and even achieve victory against all odds."

Retsu Unohana stood on the silver sand, her eyelids slightly lowered, holding her sword, with dazzling sparks occasionally bursting in front of her.

“Mr. Grimmjow, your heart…”

"Too hasty."

As the first Kenpachi, he has experienced more battles than the average Shinigami has eaten.

In terms of combat experience, even Captain-Commander Yamamoto Shigekuni is inferior.

"Enough with the nonsense, Death."

Grimmjow, frustrated by his prolonged attack, raised his hand and unleashed a dazzling sword pressure, tearing a grotesque fissure into the earth in front of him.

"You haven't won yet!"

The moment he finished speaking, he raised his left hand, and a crimson light appeared, with countless spiritual particles gathering on it.

Cero!

The enormous beam of light tore through the air, producing a piercing, tearing sound.

Faced with the fierce attack, Retsu Unohana remained calm and simply held her Zanpakuto horizontally in front of her, effortlessly blocking the Cero.

"Kong, who do you think will win?"

Lilyne stood beside Naraku, watching the "evenly matched" battle with great interest.

"Of course it's my sister Lie."

Naraku Sora vigorously ruffled the girl's green hair; it was soft, fluffy, and felt wonderful to the touch.

Lilynette narrowed her eyes, not rejecting the person's intimate behavior.

As time went by, she found that staying in Las Noches was much better than wandering outside with the Starks.

Everyone here is talented and speaks so pleasantly; it feels like coming home.

"Hmph, you haven't been back to Hueco Mundo lately, so you don't know how much Grimmjow has improved. He can now withstand that idiot Stark's infinite reload Cero head-on."

Lilynette gave a haughty snort, like some kind of brat who only knows how to call people trash.

Naraku Sora was somewhat surprised.

I never expected my cat to improve so quickly.

It seems that letting him evolve into Vasto Lorde before undergoing the Arrancar phase was indeed a brilliant move.

Otherwise, if you wait until after breaking through to evolve, the speed of improvement won't be as fast.

Two figures clashed back and forth, their blades constantly colliding. Sparks burst forth like a torrential downpour, and the resounding clang of metal against metal created a deafening roar.

It was so shocking that people's hearts trembled.

If they hadn't chosen to fight in the desert, the palace would probably have been reduced to ruins by now.

Even so, the silver sand beneath our feet was still scarred by the lingering shockwaves, with crisscrossing ravines everywhere.

Grimmjow grinned, bracing himself against the incoming slash. A brilliant azure gleamed on the silver-white blade as it cleaved forward with unstoppable momentum.

Despite the fierce onslaught, Retsu Unohana remained as elegant as a flower, her expression unchanged.

Although the opponent was a strong captain, this level of fighting was not enough for her to take seriously.

This is on a completely different level from the battle that Naruto missed a few days ago.

Having tasted the beauty of Narakuku, attempting this level of combat is hardly exhilarating.

"Squeak, Leopard King!"

The surging spiritual pressure erupted like a wave, rushing in all directions. Unohana Retsu instinctively unleashed her spiritual pressure to resist, avoiding the sandstorm from getting into her eyes.

When the materialized light faded, a completely new Grimmjow appeared before her.

A lean, streamlined physique, waist-length, deep blue hair, and a wildness that exudes an extreme tyranny.

Grimmjow extended his right hand, his five fingers radiating sky-blue light, and said confidently:

"I can never lose!"

The moment the words fell, a streak of light flashed across the sky and headed straight ahead.

Feeling the heavy pressure coming at her, Unohana Retsu's face showed a hint of anticipation. Compared to her previous demeanor, this posture was more worthy of her seriousness.

Under Grimmjow's bewildered gaze, the woman simply gripped her Zanpakuto with both hands simultaneously.

You bastard, are you kidding me?!

Even Lord Naraku, when he completed his Resurrection, did not dare to underestimate him so much.

Has this guy really gone mad?

I might as well give her a profound lesson and make her realize the cruelty of real combat, instead of just saying some useless nonsense from the sidelines.

The Claw of the Leopard King!

A massive, azure streak of light extended from his fingertips, exuding a sharp and fierce aura, as if it were about to tear apart the surrounding space.

Grimmjow activated Resonance, and a deafening explosion echoed across the desert as he instantly appeared before Retsu Unohana.

The cruel smile was so close, he could almost see the Grim Reaper being utterly defeated by him.

The sense of danger I felt during the fierce battle was just an illusion.

However, the moment the leopard king's claws fell, the area in front of them suddenly went empty, and the light streaks landed on the silver sand, carving out deep ravines.

Unohana Retsu vanished into thin air, accompanied by the sound of blades slicing through the air.

“That’s enough, Mr. Grimmjow.”

Retsu Unohana's voice rang out behind Grimmjow, and his Zanpakuto, shrouded in moonlight, swung forward suddenly.

A crescent-shaped sword, as red as blood, pressed down on the blade and burst forth, instantly tearing the air apart.

Grimmjow sensed the approaching danger and instinctively swung his Panther King Claws in an attempt to block the slash.

However, the azure light that could cut through anything shattered the moment it came into contact with the crimson sword's pressure, turning into countless spiritual particles that dissipated into the air.

Although the pressure from the sword was countered, the sense of crisis was not relieved; on the contrary, it became even stronger.

Unohana Retsu's lips curled slightly, and an almost tangible killing intent erupted from her body. Instead of retracting, her Zanpakuto advanced, cleaving a straight crack in front of her as it fell directly towards Grimmjow.

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The steel sheeting that they were so proud of turned as fragile as a sheet of paper under this slash.

boom!

Grimmjow flew backward, carving a bloody trail across the desert.

From shoulder to waist, a gruesome gash ran almost through the entire upper body, and through the torn flesh, one could even see the pale bones inside.

Facing a killer prodigy like the first Kenpachi, he, who had only been an Orochi for a few years, was no match for him.

The spiritual pressure between the two was not even on the same level.

If it were Stark or Barragan in their place, perhaps this battle could have been held for a while longer.

Grimmjow gritted his teeth, trying to get up and fight another wave.

But after struggling for a while, he finally collapsed again.

"It's already quite good."

A familiar voice reached his ears, and Grimmjow looked up to see a smiling face in his line of sight.

"Being able to fight Captain Unohana to this extent means that she hasn't neglected her training during this time."

Naraku Sora didn't hold back his praise.

He didn't really understand the art of managing subordinates.

But good performance should still be acknowledged.

"Next time, next time I will definitely beat her."

Grimmjow stubbornly turned his head to one side, seemingly not taking Naraku's words to heart.

But those who know him well know that this kid is actually very happy inside.

After all, not everyone can receive His Majesty's praise.

Among the crowd, some Broken Faces even showed expressions of envy.

They held the Grim Reaper, who had given them a wonderful life, in the deepest respect and loyalty.

Seeing everyone's expressions, Retsu Unohana's lips curled up slightly, revealing a gentle smile.

Hueco Mundo also has its own unique beauty.

……

……

Matsumoto Rangiku gritted her teeth, staring intently at the quiet room, her face full of resentment.

Since Naraku Sora led Unohana Retsu inside a few days ago, there has been no further news.

Out of concern, she climbed through the window to check, but found nothing.

She was very unwilling to accept this.

Over the next few days, I would come to the door every now and then to take a look.

They were determined to catch the thief and use it as leverage to get a few reasonable demands in return.