Naruto: Sasuke Uchiha Returns from Soul Society

Even when facing the gathering of Hueco Mundo's top combat power, the hunting captain showed no fear whatsoever.

Yes, it is a kind of contempt that comes from the very core of one's being.

"Ha...I thought it was someone else." Kiruge pushed up his glasses, a twisted grin spreading across his face.

"So they're just a bunch of rabble."

He sneered and casually drew a cross in the air with his Western-style military knife.

"Don't be so arrogant, you filthy beasts. In terms of quality, I alone surpass all of you!"

"In terms of quantity..."

The holy soldiers behind him, exuding a chilling aura, simultaneously raised their spirit arrows, their light forming a continuous wall.

"That's also our advantage!"

Cheruger stepped forward, and his elegant facade gradually crumbled.

"Surrender."

He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. "I haven't had any fun in years."

"I'm really scared... scared that once I get excited, I won't be able to resist toying with and killing you all one by one."

"In that case, it would not be in accordance with His Majesty's wishes."

The desert was deathly silent, and no one answered his words.

Whether it was Stark or the other Espada, they all looked at him with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot.

Grimmjow stepped out from behind the Starks with his hands in his pockets, his eyes filled with malice.

“Hey, you four-eyed frog.” He tilted his head, looking at Kiruja, his tone full of provocation, “Are you mistaken about something?”

"You want us to surrender?" Grimmjow grinned, revealing a smug smile. "With your incessant, foul mouth?"

"Or are you relying on that bunch of posing fodder behind you?"

"Hehehe..." On the other side, Nnoitra, carrying a giant scythe, also let out a sharp, eerie laugh, his tongue lightly licking the blade of the scythe.

"This is really interesting. I hope your mouth will still be this stubborn when I break your bones later."

“Leave him to me, Grimmjow,” Nnoitra said hoarsely. “It’s been a long time since I’ve chopped down such an arrogant fellow.”

"Huh? Don't order me around." Grimmjow glanced at him unhappily. "Whoever gets it gets it."

Faced with the taunts of the two Arrancar, a vein bulged on Kiruge's forehead, but before he could react, an even heavier spiritual pressure erupted from the Espada's ranks.

“Enough.” Barragan Ruisenbon sat on a throne of bones, coldly staring at Cheruj.

“A mere grim reaper, he dies and that’s it, I don’t care.”

He raised his withered hand, pointed at Kiruje, and spoke in a domineering voice.

"But you bunch of ignorant fools, how dare you so brazenly shout in my virtual realm?"

"This is my territory! Who gave you rats permission to spout nonsense here?!"

As Barragán's anger flared, an aura of aging and decay instantly filled the air.

Kiruge's smile faded. He looked at the group of Arrancar who showed no fear whatsoever, but instead displayed high fighting spirit. He shook his head helplessly and sighed.

"This is terrible..." He pushed up his glasses, a cold glint flashing on the lenses. "A bunch of incommunicative beasts, they really can't understand human language."

"Since that's the case," Kiruge swung his saber sharply, pointing it forward. "We'll have to deal with you disobedient ringleaders first..."

"Execute him!"

"call out--!!!"

The moment he finished speaking, a dazzling blade of light shot out from the tip of his sword.

Harribel's eyes narrowed, and she took a step forward, sweeping out the "Royal Mermaid" in her hand to meet the light blade head-on.

The expected violent explosion did not occur; the seemingly imposing blade of light was easily deflected by the greatsword in Heribel's hand.

"..." Harribel paused for a moment, looking at her undamaged sword, a hint of astonishment flashing in her eyes.

She had already mentally prepared herself to release her blade, even if it meant getting injured, to test this guy's strength.

After all, the "defense" that the opponent just displayed, ignoring Asido's attack, was indeed impressive.

But now it seems...

“This guy’s attack strength…” Heribel frowned slightly, assessing in her mind, “is not as exaggerated as his defensive capabilities appear.”

Ordinary.

In other words, the attack intensity was at the level of a normal Vastod, which was not beyond her ability to cope with.

Grimmjow, who was standing nearby, clearly noticed something was amiss and let out a piercing, maniacal laugh.

“Hey, hey, hey! Is this what you call ‘execution’?” He pointed at Kirujer. “You pretentious bastard, you really gave me a fright!”

"I really thought you could compare to Aizen!"

"Tch, boring." Neutra spat. "So, he's just a piece of trash with a hard shell?"

Despite their sarcastic remarks, the Espada were not truly careless.

Cheruj Opie's abilities are indeed superior to Grimmjow's.

The Bloodlust Set is just one of them.

Within the Quincy's domain, there is a similar method, but with a completely different effect: "Blood Armor," which enhances attack capabilities.

However, this ability comes at a price: while maintaining the high-intensity defense of the "Still Blood Armor," the offensive capability of the "Dynamic Blood Armor" cannot be activated simultaneously.

This is the Quincy's combat logic.

The balance of power shifts between offense and defense, with one side gaining and the other losing.

"Attack him together! Tear him to pieces!"

Someone shouted.

Several figures suddenly sprang up and rushed towards Kiruje.

When several Espada attacked at the same time, the oppressive aura was enough to suffocate even a Captain-level Shinigami.

"Damn it..." Kiruje's expression finally changed.

He may be arrogant, but he's not stupid.

Faced with this level of siege, even with the protection of the Blood Essence set, it would definitely not last long.

"Saint Soldier Team! Attack!" he roared furiously as he desperately parried the attacks from the Espada. "Clean up all those weaklings!"

"Yes!" The Quincy army behind them, which had been poised to attack, moved instantly.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!!!"

The sky was filled with countless spiritual arrows, raining down like a storm.

Those guys who look like grunts all possess the strength of an Adjuchas Hollow, and in Hueco Mundo, where the spiritual particle density is extremely high, they can also display abilities that exceed the normal spiritual pressure.

Each arrow was incredibly powerful, even comparable to a Cero.

"Roar--!!!"

The officials of Las Noches, as well as the Hollows rescued by Asido, roared and charged forward into the rain of arrows.

A chaotic battle erupted instantly.

At the edge of the battlefield, Asido knelt on the ground, panting heavily.

Looking at the chaotic scene before him, his mind was still a little slow to process what was happening.

Just then, a golden figure landed in front of him.

"Are you alright?" A cold voice rang out.

Asido looked up and saw a face wearing a bone mask.

“Hollow…” Asido gripped the knife tightly, his body tensing instinctively. “Why…why did you save me?”

In his mind, Shinigami and Hollows are absolute mortal enemies.

These broken faces, in particular, are even more dangerous in the void.

Why would they fight against those mysterious Quincy for the sake of a Grim Reaper?

"Don't overestimate yourself, Death." Grimmjow, who was frantically attacking Cheruze not far away, turned around and gave Asido a disdainful look.

"Who wants to save you?" he grinned maliciously, scratching sparks from Kiruje's body with his claw.

"We just really don't like these bastards in white!"

“That’s right,” Nnoitra said sinisterly, “daring to run rampant in Hueco Mundo, and even saying they’d ‘eliminate’ us…”

"These guys are asking for death!"

Asido was stunned.

Is that the only reason?

Heribel looked at Asido and extended a hand.

"Ignore them."

Herribel's voice was soft, yet clear.

"The reason we took action is very simple."

Her gaze passed over Asido and fell upon the small, weak group behind her.

"Because you just protected our kind."

"..."

Asido looked at the hand extended in front of him; it was a hand that belonged to the void.

But he didn't sense any malice at all.

He remained silent for a moment, his mind flashing back to all the things he had done in Hueco Mundo over the years, and the killings he had been forced to commit in order to survive.

In the end, he loosened his grip on the knife handle.