Naruto: Sasuke Uchiha Returns from Soul Society

"Look at that red-haired brat, he looks so smug and helpless, as if he's already been saved."

"Let me guess, who will come? Is it that old man named Yamamoto Genryusai, or that brat named Uchiha Sasuke?"

He had barely finished speaking.

"call--!!!"

A violent gust of wind howled as it plummeted rapidly from the sky overhead.

"Ok?"

Najaccup and Ace Nott both looked up at the same time.

"BOOM—!!!"

Smoke and dust rose, and gravel flew everywhere, revealing the true form of the newcomer.

One is a slender figure with four arms, each holding a giant scythe.

The other was a man with long, ice-blue hair and an aura of wildness.

Both were slender and agile, radiating a spiritual pressure belonging to the void.

After landing lightly, his gaze instantly locked onto the two Quincy in white uniforms.

"Is this what they call reinforcements?"

Najjakup raised his head, raised an eyebrow, and looked at the two strange-looking creatures with a playful tone, "A kitten and a praying mantis."

He spread his hands, making a helpless expression.

"Would releasing this pet have any effect?"

pet......

Grimmjow's eyes narrowed instantly. "You're asking for it!"

Without the slightest hesitation, he raised his arm, and crimson spiritual pressure gathered wildly in his palm.

"Cero!"

It didn't take long to condense; it had only taken on a rough outline before the red beam of light burst forth, carrying an aura of destruction, heading straight for the two Quincy.

Najjakup stood still, not even lifting an eyelid.

Because someone moved.

The zombie-like, long-haired Quincy flickered and leaped out.

Instead of dodging or avoiding, he used his own body as a shield, directly blocking the path of the Cero.

"Zizzi-"

Blue spiritual light bloomed on his body, like a dense network of blood vessels, spreading out in all directions, instantly covering his entire body.

It's a blood-retaining outfit!

The Quincy's proud defense!

"boom--!!!"

The Cero struck his body.

Flames, explosions, and smoke appeared almost simultaneously, completely engulfing Ace Nott's figure.

"Did you take them down?" Renji asked instinctively.

Amidst the smoke and fire, a low, painful groan could be heard.

"Uh......"

A gust of wind blew by, revealing the scene inside.

Ace Nott was still standing there, but he looked a bit disheveled.

The pristine white Quincy uniform was mostly burned away, revealing the somewhat blurred flesh and blood beneath.

A few scattered sparks were still crackling on his body.

Even with the "Still Blood" set up, he withstood the close-range Cero without any resistance, which was still a heavy burden for him.

"It hurts a little."

Najakup narrowed his eyes as he looked at his companion's injuries. "They actually managed to hurt us even when we had activated our Bloodlust Armor..."

"That's quite an ability, a bit stronger than I expected."

"but......"

Najjakup's lips curled into a mocking grin once more.

"If this level of spiritual pressure is all they have, they won't be able to deal with us."

Chapter 275 The Balance

Najjakup opened his right hand and pulled his arm back sharply.

Blue spiritual particles gathered and condensed into a thick arrow.

Die, you beast!

Najjakup loosened his grip.

Arrows rushed and struck.

The cold light illuminated Grimmjow's pupils.

The outer shell of the fish was torn apart.

A thick beam of light pierced Grimmjow's throat from the front, penetrating his cervical vertebrae and exiting through the back of his neck, leaving a spray of blood.

"Humph."

Najakup looked at the twitching, mangled body, feeling the rapidly diminishing spiritual pressure within it, and turned his head with satisfaction to look at Abarai Renji, his tone mocking:

"Do you see that, Death?"

"The saviors you've been hoping for, these reckless Arrancar—"

"He's just an utterly stupid beast."

"Aside from leaving Ace with a minor superficial wound, they couldn't do anything else."

It had barely finished speaking when it suddenly turned its head and looked in the direction of Diglimj.

Renji Abarai and the others did the same, and looked at it together.

The guy, whose spiritual pressure had weakened just now, stood up again, his spiritual pressure renewed, and even the wounds on his upper body disappeared.

"Who did you just call a beast?!"

Grimmjow slowly straightened his back, his eyes surging with murderous intent.

"How is this possible?!"

Najakup's pupils dilated in disbelief. This creature possessed the power of immortality.

Moreover, the speed of its recovery far exceeded his expectations. Almost as soon as he sensed its spiritual pressure, Grimmjow pounced on it with his claws raised.

It is extremely fast.

Najakup reacted instinctively, activating his Bloodlust Armor, and deep blue tree-like patterns instantly covered his cheeks and arms.

Even with its sharp claws, it still tore through clothes and wounded flesh.

Najaccup stepped back a few paces.

This strange Arrancar had a spiritual pressure intensity almost identical to that of the elegant Sixth Division Captain.

If that's all there is to it, it's just a slightly special combat force.

But the ability it had just demonstrated made this beast extremely difficult to deal with.

It's quite... reminiscent of an "M".

A glint of light flashed in Byakuya Kuchiki's eyes as he watched the Quincy being forced back.

When the opponent activates that defensive pattern, the originally extremely aggressive attack spiritual pressure around them will instantly break down.

Is it impossible to achieve both the ultimate in attack and defense at the same time?

"Renji, your chance has come." Kuchiki Byakuya smiled calmly. "Don't waste it."

With a wave of his hand, cherry blossoms fluttered in the air.

With the addition of the Espada, the Seireitei's previously one-sided disadvantage was finally gradually contained.

At least in certain areas of the main battlefield, the Gotei 13 and this mysterious Quincy have returned to a stalemate where they are evenly matched.

..........

Meanwhile, at the top of a tower in Seireitei.

Uchiha Sasuke stood at the edge of the tower, surveying the surroundings.

He took in the clashes of spiritual pressure, the collapse of buildings, and the roars of battle below, but he had no intention of intervening.

He's looking for someone.

Search for the "King" who is hiding behind the scenes and ruling this group of Quincy—Yhwach.

But the result was nothing.

"They really hid it well."

Sasuke frowned slightly, a hint of impatience flashing through his mind.

Suddenly, a figure blocked his way.

That was a man.

His long golden hair was as dazzling as the sun, and he was extremely handsome, noble and holy, wearing an extremely luxurious white Quincy robe.

"You came to find me on your own initiative?" Sasuke narrowed his eyes, sizing up the newcomer.

Sasuke had sensed this person's spiritual pressure before.