Naruto: Sasuke Uchiha Returns from Soul Society

"Pah!" Ya Mi chewed the severed arm in his mouth a couple of times, but then frowned and spat it on the ground with a look of disgust.

"This is awful." He smacked his lips, his face full of disgust. "You have no smell at all."

It lacks the freshness of flesh and blood, and the sweetness of spiritual pressure.

The severed arm was like a piece of tasteless wood in his mouth, without even a trace of spiritual energy that he could devour and transform into his own power.

"Is this your miracle?" Yammy stared at the giant who had lost an arm, his eyes full of mockery. "I think it's nothing special."

"Although its body has become larger, it's still nowhere near as big as mine..."

Before he could finish speaking, Valkyrie interrupted him with a hearty laugh, cheerful and unrestrained, showing no trace of the gloom of being at a disadvantage.

He covered the wound on his severed arm, and although blood was still flowing, his face showed only a more fanatical excitement.

"Can't compare? Why can't it compare?"

He looked at Yammie, his eyes shining with an alarming intensity.

"Is it because I lost an arm?"

"Do you feel like you've won just because you did that?"

Gerrard released his hand from the wound, letting the blood drip down.

He raised his head, looking at the dark, ethereal sky, his voice booming like thunder.

“Foolish beast, you have no idea what a true ‘miracle’ is.”

"A miracle is turning the impossible into the possible!"

"Hope is born from despair, and new life is reborn from destruction!"

"If my arm were to recover, or even become stronger..."

"Is this enough to be called a miracle?"

Chapter 269 The Miracle!

As Valkyrie spoke, golden light burst forth from the severed area, forming a regular and orderly pattern that coalesced into the shape of a missing arm.

It's almost identical to the one from before, except it seems to be a size bigger.

On his palm, layers of regular patterns, like a black grid, appeared, exuding a sense of rhythm and beauty.

"The harm you have inflicted on me is meaningless!" Valkyrie's voice grew even more fervent, devout, and holy. "I am the miracle!"

"That's what ordinary people think: damage weakens a person!"

"Common sense tells us that injuries weaken a warrior's strength and make his body sluggish."

Valkyrie grinned, revealing a set of pearly white teeth, her smile wild and unrestrained.

"But the miracle is... damage makes warriors stronger!"

He swung his newly healed fist and slammed it down hard and fiercely at Yammie.

The wind was broken open and howled.

Yammie neither dodged nor avoided, but instead swung his sword to meet the attack head-on.

But this time the outcome was completely different.

He was thrown backward by the punch, staggering and falling several times before finally managing to stand up.

"This power..."

Yami gritted his teeth, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

This guy wasn't lying.

After his size increased, his strength actually increased exponentially!

That punch just now was more than twice as heavy as the one before my arm was broken!

"Hahaha! What's wrong?! You can't even stand up straight anymore?!"

Valkyrie laughed heartily, giving Yammy no chance to catch his breath, and pounced on him again, his fists slamming down.

Under the onslaught of the storm, Yammie retreated step by step, his arrogance gradually suppressed.

Finally, the massive body completely lost its balance and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"You bunch of Hollows, that's all you've got." Valkyrie laughed, raising her hand high and reaching into the void.

Countless spiritual particles gathered in his palm, and amidst the dazzling light, he slowly drew out a massive, ancient-looking double-edged sword.

"Die in despair, you vile beast!"

Valkyrie's expression was fierce, his hands gripping the hilt of his sword tightly, the tip pointing directly at Yammie.

"Miracles are invincible!"

The longsword thrust forward, aiming straight for Yammie's heart.

Yami hurriedly turned to dodge, and with a soft thud, the longsword pierced through the steel and sank into his body.

"Ugh..."

Yammy growled in pain as his body began to shrink rapidly, reverting to its original form.

He clutched the huge, bloody hole in his chest, glaring at Valkyrie through gritted teeth, barely managing to stay upright and not faint.

"Yammick?!"

Upon seeing this, Heribel and the others in the distance had a sudden change in expression.

This is the zeroth Espada after liberation. In terms of pure strength and defense, Yammy is even the best among the Espada.

They really lost like that?

"This is troublesome; the increase in power is abnormal."

Stark hovered in mid-air, his brow furrowed, his gaze sweeping over the sword.

Is the problem with this sword?

It also contains some power, and when combined with Valkyrie, it surpasses Yammy.

"Calm down, all of you," Barragan said, turning his head. "He's just a brute who gains strength by getting injured. There's nothing to be afraid of."

"I have already thought of a way to deal with that guy."

The Espada all turned to look at Barragan.

"Since he relies on 'damage' to become stronger, we just need to stop causing him 'damage'."

"Without causing damage? How can we win?" Grimmjow asked, frowning.

“Foolish,” Barragán scoffed. “Injury and death are two different things.”

"As long as I don't continue to harm him, I'll find an opportunity to use the power of my aging body to kill him in one blow."

"He can avoid harm, but he can't also avoid death, can he?"

"No one, not even the Spirit King, can escape the fate of aging and death."

"As for now..."

"I'll destroy that strange weapon of his first."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Barragan suddenly waved his hand, and the dark mist rolled towards Valkyrie's location.

"The Sigh of Death!"

“Such tricks are useless against a warrior like me,” Valkyrie shouted, holding his shield in his left hand and his sword in his right, assuming a defensive stance.

The spirit shone upon him with a brilliant and sacred light.

But the black mist's target wasn't him, but the sword in his hand.

Under the corrosive influence of the "aging" power, the spirit greatsword became dull, and patches of rust appeared on its smooth blade.

"Hmph, just as I thought." Barragan let out a smug sneer upon seeing this. "Even weapons made of spirit particles cannot escape the passage of time."

"Without your weapons, let's see how arrogant you can still be."

"So that's what you were after." Valkyrie sneered. "What a foolish idea, Skull."

"This sword is called the Sword of Hope!"

"But it is called this name because of me! It is the embodiment of Hope, I possess it, so it is named Hope."

"and......"

Valkyrie paused abruptly, and the smile on her face instantly turned sinister.

"Don't you know?"

What comes next when 'hope' is destroyed?

"..."

Barregan froze, a very ominous premonition welling up inside him.

He subconsciously looked at his right hand.

A tiny black dot suddenly appeared there.

Immediately afterwards, the black dot rapidly expanded, completely engulfing his entire palm in the blink of an eye.

"Well?!"

A sharp pain shot through him, and Barragán groaned, completely bewildered, his eyes filled with incomprehension.

what happened? !

Even though her black mist only hit his sword, and even though he didn't make any attacking move at that time!

There wasn't even a fluctuation in spiritual pressure!

This injury...

How did it come about?!

"Haha, don't you understand? Or is it that you can't comprehend it?"