Death: This Death is not serious

A series of spiritual pressures erupted like a volcanic eruption, sweeping over and shaking the hearts of every Arrancar in the audience like a raging sea.

This extremely terrifying spiritual pressure seemed to contain endless destructive power, which made people feel awe and fear.

Just by feeling the existence of the spiritual pressure, many Arrancars had already retreated and dared not offend easily.

However, there was only one exception among the people present - Grimmjow.

He stared at the lazy figure on the sand dune, and the anger in his heart became more and more intense.

"What a joke..."

Grimmjow gritted his teeth and muttered to himself,

"Since you have such a powerful strength, why do you keep hiding? Are you deliberately teasing me!?"

His eyes were burning with rage, as if he wanted to burn everything in front of him to ashes.

In fact, Grimmjow was not angry because the other party was stronger than him.

The real reason for his anger was a sense of humiliation of being despised and fooled.

Stark obviously has such a strong strength, but he always shows his strength in a low profile.

On weekdays, he always shows a lazy attitude and seems to be indifferent to everything.

This disguise is too hypocritical, which makes Grimmjow feel furious when he thinks of it.

He has gone through countless battles, defeated countless powerful enemies, and devoured countless hollows along the way to achieve today's achievements.

And that Stark actually hid his true strength and even disdained daily training.

Why can he surpass himself?

What does his own efforts count for?

Hearing Grimmjow's angry question, Stark's eyes were indifferent.

He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile, and said softly:

"Because that kind of thing is meaningless!"

His tone was calm and casual, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

This guy really doesn't know how to chat.

This careless attitude, like a fire thrown into a pile of dry wood, instantly triggered Grimmjow's stronger anger!

He stared at Stark with wide eyes, his chest heaving violently, and a strong spiritual pressure gushed out of him.

He took a step forward and strode forward with the strong spiritual pressure.

"Do you want to continue?"

Stark tilted his head slightly, as if he was a little puzzled by Grimmjow's behavior.

There was a hint of doubt in his eyes.

As if he didn't understand why Grimmjow was so persistent in this battle when the gap in strength was so obvious.

"Since I said I would challenge you, I will never back down."

Grimmjow grinned, revealing a row of white teeth.

"It's better to say this, only the strong are worth challenging!"

He reached out and grasped the Zanpakuto at his waist, slowly pulling it out.

Seeing Grimmjow's actions, Nelliel and Harribel looked at each other, and both saw a hint of helplessness in each other's eyes.

Grimmjow is such a person, too obsessed with fighting and strength.

They have been challenged by Grimmjow more than once, which makes them feel very headache.

Grimmjow was beaten and bruised every time, but he still challenged again and again.

Stark sighed deeply when he saw this, then jumped off the sand dune, staring at Grimmjow with cold eyes.

Grimmjow did not dare to slack off, and immediately raised his Zanpakutō vigilantly.

No matter how hard his mouth was, the powerful enemy in front of him did bring him a huge threat.

In the desert not far away, there is a towering tower.

At this moment, Aozaki Mayuki and Aizen stood side by side on the top of the tower, overlooking the vast sea of ​​sand below.

When they felt the powerful spiritual pressure emanating from Stark's body, Aizen nodded slightly.

"You have a good eye. In terms of spiritual pressure alone, No. 1 has surpassed most of the captains in the Gotei 13."

"How did you know of his existence and ask someone to find him?"

Aozaki Mazuki answered nonchalantly:

"I just heard it from someone else."

"Oh? Really..." Aizen did not comment.

He was once the ruler of Hueco-Yoya Palace, controlling the largest force in Hueco-Mundo, but he had never heard of such a person in Hueco-Mundo.

Aozaki Mazuki looked at Harribel and others watching the battle below, and suddenly showed a meaningful smile, and said softly:

"General Aizen, I plan to turn over the cards tonight, you have to be ready."

Hearing this, Aizen was stunned, and a trace of doubt appeared on his face.

No wonder the general manager of internal affairs did not have a detailed description of his duties. Is there such a duty?

I thought he was just responsible for managingJust taking care of the housework...

Hard!

Thinking of this, Aizen's fist hardened.

He suddenly wanted to punch the smug guy next to him.

At the same time, in the distant sea of ​​sand, the duel between the two Espada had officially begun.

Grimmjow chose to return to the blade without hesitation.

The Zanpakutō in his hand turned into a dazzling light and quickly merged into his body.

In the blink of an eye, his original human form changed amazingly.

He turned into a humanoid warrior with leopard features.

Every time he swung his claws, it would leave long spiritual claw marks, as if to tear the entire sky and earth apart.

However, facing such a fierce attack, Stark seemed unusually calm.

He didn't even use the return to the blade.

He just casually waved the long sword in his hand and easily resolved Grimmjow's attacks one by one.

This is not because Stark underestimates his opponent, but because the gap in strength between the two is too great.

Stark's fighting skills are not very good, but he undoubtedly has an absolute advantage in spiritual pressure.

This overwhelming spiritual pressure gap cannot change the situation even if Grimmjow is given a super weapon like Ryujin Jakka.

The surging spiritual pressure waves, like waves of surging waves, swept across the vast battlefield.

Grimmjow's figure is agile, like a nimble cheetah.

He turned and moved, rolled and jumped on the battlefield, trying to avoid Stark's extremely sharp slash.

However, facing Stark's suffocating strength, Grimmjow gradually seemed powerless.

Although he tried his best, the scars on his body continued to increase, and blood stained his body red.

His speed was getting slower and slower, as if he was dragged down by an invisible pressure.

At the same time, Stark's speed became faster and faster, like lightning.

He slashed out with a sword, with unparalleled power.

The strong wind blew Grimmjow's hair, which had grown longer after his return to the sword, and stopped at his neck.

"I will become stronger..."

Grimmjow tutted in annoyance, he knew he had lost.

If he chopped down with this sword, he would die.

He turned around, released the return to the sword state and left the battlefield.

Although he lost the battle, he would never admit defeat!

He didn't even need to use the return to the sword, how could Stark be so powerful?

Seeing this scene, many Arrancars couldn't help but look at Stark with envy.

They secretly made up their minds to practice hard.

Not to mention being as strong as Stark, they just hoped to go one step further and become Vastod.