Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Having suffered a defeat in the previous battle against the Hellish Scoundrels, we are determined to get our revenge this time!

Let's vindicate the Ninth Division!

boom!

A dazzling pillar of spiritual pressure erupted into the sky, violently tearing a rift in the azure sky and instantly occupying half of it.

The heavy pressure fell on them, and a large section of the sand collapsed.

But Grimmjow showed no fear whatsoever; instead, an excited expression appeared on his face.

That's more like it!

Fighting Starks and Barragan doesn't offer any of the fun that combat should provide.

Every time I finally manage to develop a new move and put all my strength into it, those two guys will tear it apart with extremely boring methods, without any chance of fighting back.

However, the enemy before us is different.

Although he is stronger than seen in previous footage, he can still be considered a worthy opponent, judging from both his spiritual pressure and stance.

Hopefully, my tolerance has also increased to some extent.

Otherwise, if they start fighting and constantly wailing and howling, it would be too unsightly.

A strong fighting spirit appeared on Liu Chequanxi's face. He immediately raised his right hand, clenched his five fingers into a fist.

A cyan aura swirled around his arm, bursting forth like a rocket booster, propelling his right arm forward with a whooshing roar.

No one knows exactly what kind of efforts he has made during this period.

He has always kept in mind the earnest teachings of his senior, Hisamii Kentei!

Faced with the heavy punch that made a tearing sound, Grimmjow did not retreat but advanced, leaning his right arm back and striking back without any special effects.

Bang!

Amidst the dull, heavy thud, an astonishing wave of air swept outwards in all directions, stirring up layers of sand.

After a brief stalemate, Kensei Mukkale was the first to fly backward, carving a deep furrow in the sand.

He looked up, somewhat surprised, at the person opposite him.

"This power..."

Grimmjow gazed excitedly at Kensei Muguruma in the distance, his smile both fierce and thrilled:

"It's a little better than I expected, but if that's all there is to it."

"grim Reaper--"

You must atone for your actions!

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly drew his sword, and a splash of blood splattered between his palms, staining his hand.

A torrent of dazzling blue light surged forth, instantly coalescing into a massive blue sphere of light. Twisted, jagged patterns dotted the surrounding space, and the space itself emitted a chilling creaking sound.

Wang Xu's brilliance!

Kensei Muguruma's expression changed drastically. He dared not relax for a moment and went all out to deal with the situation. The moment he drew his sword, a surge of spiritual pressure erupted like a wave, rushing in all directions.

"Solution—"

"Iron Fist Cuts Through the Wind!"

Unlike the enemies they had encountered before, there was no gradual push forward. After the initial probing, it was a life-or-death struggle where both sides revealed their trump cards.

The sheer power emanating from the other side was enough to send shivers down one's spine.

Kensei Muguruma knew very well that if he only used Shikai, he would definitely be killed here by his opponent.

The Zanpakuto in his hand disappeared, replaced by two toothed gauntlet blades, and his arms were covered by iron-colored treads that extended all the way to his shoulders.

A visible gale raged and erupted around it, ravaging the desolate desert.

With a series of punches, dozens of wind blades swept across the sand, carving deep furrows before finally coalescing into a massive, sun-shaped sword pressure at the edge of the horizon.

This is a new technique he developed under the tutelage of Hisamii Kentei.

The explosive power of Bankai can be unleashed in an external form; if the punch is fast enough, it can even destroy a city in an instant.

Although time was a bit short, it was enough to deal with the unprecedented flashes of light.

The attacks from both sides collided instantly!

boom!!!

Amidst the deafening roar, the two men's shouts echoed through the sky, and visible shockwaves spread in all directions.

The ground cracked open, and a howling hurricane rose from the ground.

Amidst the surging, intense light, Grimmjow closed in, bracing himself against the aftershocks of the explosion, and charged right up to Kensei Muguruma, a sinister grin practically at their feet:

"Death, your fighting spirit..."

"It's terrible!"

Without the slightest hesitation, he stomped on the ground, and as cracks appeared below, a blue stream of light rushed straight towards Quanxi, resulting in a direct physical collision.

Bang!

Kensei Muguruma felt as if he had been hit by a herd of raging bulls. The force was unpretentious, and a terrifying shockwave erupted at the moment of impact.

The skin cracked, and blood splattered.

The figure transformed into a rolling gourd, skipping across the irregular sand surface.

He was covered in wounds and almost completely lost his fighting ability after just a slight lapse in concentration.

Disappointingly, Captain Kensei still cried out in pain after landing.

This made Grimmjow frown.

How can a valiant warrior show his weakness to the enemy?

No wonder Lord Naraku looked so tired.

Having such a terrible teammate is truly the worst thing ever.

"Useless! Your pitiful cries will not elicit pity from the enemy; they will only excite them more."

Grimmjow shouted angrily, then opened his right hand in front of him and fired a Cero at Kensei, who had finally managed to stand up.

at the same time--

"Squeak, Leopard King!"

He enveloped his body with spiritual pressure and instantly entered his Resurrección state.

When the light faded, a completely new Grimmjow appeared on the desert.

A lean, streamlined physique, long, sky-blue hair reaching her waist, and a wildness that exudes an extreme tyranny.

“Keeping someone like you who loses the will to fight at the drop of a hat is just a waste of food.”

"Why don't I take care of you for the King?"

Sensing the overwhelming murderous intent rushing towards him, Kensei Rokusha's pupils shrank sharply.

……

……

"Is it okay if we don't fight?"

Stark scratched his head, looking utterly lazy.

"Actually, we could have waited for them to decide the winner, and then decided the final victory by playing rock-paper-scissors."

Kyoraku Shunsui, wielding two swords, let out a helpless sigh:

"If you are willing to release your junior brother, then we can indeed avoid fighting."

"Junior brother?" Lilynette tilted her head, looking puzzled.

"Hmm, that's the Grim Reaper you forcibly took away with the anti-membrane. His name is Naraku Sora."

Kyoraku Shunsui shifted his feet, using his body to shield his shadow cast by the moonlight.

"Ha, that guy Sora is actually... um, um!"

Before Lilynette could finish speaking, Stark covered her mouth.

Kyoraku Shunsui glanced at the two of them with a strange look in his eyes, feeling that something seemed amiss.

"Silly Lily, don't tell Death everything."

"They are the enemy now, the enemy!"

Having lived in Hueco Mundo for many years, Stark understood one thing very well.

That means if you offend Naraku, usually nothing will happen; at most, you'll get a beating.

However, if you offend the second-in-command, Aizen Sousuke, then your future days will be very difficult.

Whether they will live to see the next day's sun is a question.

Don't you see that those Great Hollows who once spoke arrogantly and even secretly betrayed Hueco Mundo have all disappeared without a trace?

Considering that discarded materials are occasionally taken out of the lab, the fate of those fakes is predictable.

"That's enough small talk."

Stark realized he couldn't continue to wallow in despair. Although he hadn't noticed anything, Las Noches was very likely monitoring the war.

Therefore, we must not only fight, but fight beautifully.

At the very least, we should project the aura of the Hueco Mundo.

With that thought, Stark raised his finger and casually shot it behind him without even looking.

A pale blue flash erupted from his fingertips, instantly blasting away the shadows that tried to approach him, creating a huge crater.

"Could it be that all Captain Death are this despicable?"

Kyoraku Shunsui raised his eyebrows and grinned, "Don't get me wrong, only I like it this way."

Before he could finish speaking, the twin swords in his hands suddenly spun around, and the Seventy-Eighth Hado Slash Wheel, formed from the condensed demonic spiritual pressure, tore through the air without warning.