Chapter 179

But they also understood that it was almost impossible to escape the Arrancar in front of them using Shunpo to take their captain away.

He quickly said, "Captain, do you have any other moves?"

Soi Fon rolled her eyes at him. "Even if I did, with my Reiatsu completely depleted right now, I can't use it, okay?"

"What do we do now? We're doomed!" Ōmaeda swallowed hard. "I still have so much money left to spend, I can't die here!"

He roared loudly.

"Stop chattering, it's so annoying!" Grimmjow reappeared above the two of them and swung his claws down fiercely.

"No!" Ōmaeda cried out in agony as the enormous, azure claw came crashing down.

A series of clanging sounds rang out.

Ōmaeda only saw the claws that were about to kill him being blocked by a large shower of pink petals.

However, when the petals collided with the sharp claws, they produced a metallic sound.

He immediately turned around, saw the person who had come, and shouted happily, "Captain Kuchiki!"

The newcomer was none other than Byakuya Kuchiki, the Sixth Division Captain.

The Sixth Division's barracks were not far from the noble district, Byakuya Kuchiki had planned to rush over as soon as he discovered the enemy's presence.

However, he sensed the Reiatsu emanating from Soi Fon, and hesitated slightly—after all, the enemy was clearly attacking in a dispersed manner.

So he planned to check first to see if any other enemies had appeared elsewhere, which also showed his approval of the Second Division Captain, Soi Fon.

Unexpectedly, even though Soi Fon used all her moves, she still couldn't defeat the Arrancar.

That earth-shattering attack could be felt throughout the entire Soul Society. It was only then that Byakuya Kuchiki used his fastest Shunpo to arrive and barely managed to save the two of them.

He said softly, "Leave the rest to me, Lieutenant-Captain Ōmaeda. You take Captain Soi Fon to the Fourth Division."

With two crisp snaps, the petals scattered in the air were instantly sent flying.

Grimmjow looked down. "Fancy attacks."

Instead of continuing its attack, it used its claws to grab the petals that were still fluttering around it, catching a large handful in its hand.

The petals were repeatedly cut in Grimmjow's palm, but he couldn't even break the skin.

Grimmjow said coldly, "You can't even break through my Hierro, so no matter how many petals you have, they're meaningless."

After glancing sideways at Ōmaeda taking Soi Fon away, Byakuya Kuchiki said coldly:

"Indeed, for someone like you who could withstand a fatal blow from Captain Soi Fon, relying solely on Senbonzakura wouldn't be enough."

"Bankai, Senbonzakura Kageyoshi."

Byakuya Kuchiki Zanpakuto upside down and unleashed his Bankai the instant he opened his arms.

Immediately afterwards, huge blades appeared behind him.

The next moment, all the knives shattered, turning into countless blades that resembled cherry blossoms in the sunlight.

"Didn't I tell you? It's pointless to have a hundred times more of these blades." Grimmjow snorted, then opened his mouth, and a burst of azure Reishi suddenly erupted.

King's Cero!

Byakuya Kuchiki immediately reached forward and clenched his fist, causing thousands of blades to gather in front of him.

In the instant they made contact, Byakuya Kuchiki realized that his opponent was extremely powerful.

It is absolutely impossible to win without using all your strength.

He waved his other hand, simultaneously controlling Senbonzakura with both hands, and countless blades flew through the air like a dense rain.

Indeed, these flower-like blades couldn't cut through Grimmjow's Hierro.

However, the sheer number of them created a tremendous pushing force, and under the combined attack from both sides, they actually managed to push down the opponent's Royal Cero.

This also pushed Grimmjow into the distance.

Byakuya Kuchiki stretched out his right hand and opened it towards the sky. A large number of blades gathered together and formed a complete blade in his hand.

Then he spoke softly, "Final Scene, the White Imperial Sword."

The flying, cherry blossom-like blades gathered in the sky, forming thousands of swords that floated there.

The next moment, they all turned their swords around and rushed towards Byakuya Kuchiki. Just before they touched his body, they exploded and turned into the purest spiritual energy.

In a short while, the sword in Byakuya Kuchiki's hand emitted a burst of intense white Reiatsu, and a pair of long white wings appeared on his back, making him look like a giant white eagle at first glance.

The burst of Reiatsu, however, made Grimmjow grin.

He spread his arms wide, and azure crescent blades appeared on the claws of his hands, as if they were extensions of his own claws. This was his skill— Pantera's Claws.

These claws, suspended outside his arms, possess unparalleled cutting power.

The two exchanged a glance and charged at each other simultaneously.

The Pantera's Claws clashed with the White Imperial Sword.

Ding! First came a piercing, ringing sound, followed by a chaotic explosion.

The next moment, their figures passed each other.

Grimmjow looked down at his chest, where a horrific gash stretched from his left shoulder to his right abdomen, spurting blood everywhere.

He smirked and said, "Not bad attack power."

"Just not bad?" Byakuya Kuchiki murmured to himself upon hearing the other person's comment.

Then his body seemed to explode, gushing out blood like a fountain.

Five claw marks appeared on his chest, each so deep that bone was visible, and his entire body was almost sliced open.

Byakuya Kuchiki closed his eyes and fell straight forward.

Grimmjow turned around, raised his claws, and prepared to finish him off.

Just then, a familiar Reiatsu appeared in the direction of the Second Division.

He clicked his tongue, retracted his claws, reverted to his Arrancar form, put his hands in his pockets, glanced sideways at Byakuya Kuchiki lying on the ground, and said:

"Next time we meet, I will definitely kill you." With that, he lightly tapped his feet and left the spot.

At the same time, a black cat appeared not far away. Its golden eyes watched Grimmjow's departing figure, and it leaped up and landed next to Byakuya Kuchiki.

With a bang, the black cat transformed into human form, which was none other than Yoruichi Shihōin.

She had been hiding nearby, planning to ambush Grimmjow the moment he was about to strike.

But to her surprise, the other party let Byakuya Kuchiki go. She bent down, picked him up, and quickly left the place.

Not long ago.

When Captain Soi Fon of the Second Division Captain led a group of Punishment Force and the vice-captain to provide support in the noble district, a Garganta opened up here.

The Eighth Blade, Nnoitra, appears wielding a figure-eight shaped weapon.

After glancing at it, he immediately used the collector to suck up all the remaining members of the Second Division, collecting enough Soul Reaper souls.

His primary objective in coming to Soul Society this time has been achieved.

Having witnessed Ulquiorra's terrifying Segunda Etapa form, he constantly craved power to become the embodiment of terror himself.

So this time, unlike Grimmjow, he didn't intend to waste time here or cause wanton destruction.

I planned to leave as soon as I got the items.

Just as he was about to open the Garganta, a voice rang out.

Boom! That was the sound of the wall being smashed through.

He turned his head and saw a disheveled man wearing a white haori and carrying a serrated longsword walking towards him.

Kenpachi Zaraki rubbed his neck and muttered, "So, which way is the gate anyway?"

After Hueco Mundo appeared in the direction of Junrinan, and the Seireitei issued an alarm, Kenpachi Zaraki left the 11th Division's base to prepare to fight the intruders.

But after wandering around for a long time, he still couldn't find the way to the gate.

Just now, a strange Reiatsu suddenly appeared beside him, so he simply smashed through the wall and rushed in, where he met Nnoitra.

He immediately grinned. "Isn't there a guy here we can chop up?"

The moment Nnoitra saw Kenpachi Zaraki, his pupils dilated suddenly, and a feeling welled up in his chest was all too familiar to him, a feeling he had always wanted to get rid of— Despair.

Indeed, the moment he saw Kenpachi Zaraki, the Despair in his heart was reignited.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" he roared, gripping the long handle of the figure-eight weapon with both hands. He launched the first attack, leaping up and swinging the weapon down fiercely.

Crack! All he could see was his own full-force attack; the weapon had only left a white mark on Kenpachi Zaraki's skin.

"Is that all? How disappointing." Kenpachi Zaraki strike.

Splash! Blood spurted from Nnoitra's chest. He immediately stepped back, knelt on one knee, and stared in disbelief at the ground where the blood gradually gathered into a stream.

How is that possible?

Even among the Espada, my Hierro is top-tier, so why could this guy cut through it with a single strike?

Actually, Nnoitra just didn't want to admit it.

The moment he saw Kenpachi Zaraki, his instincts told him that if he were to duel this guy, he would only face Despair.

It's just bad luck on Nnoitra's part.

The current Kenpachi Zaraki has regained his full strength from his youth after hundreds of battles with Tokoyo Misao, and has even mastered Bankai.

His Reiatsu level is at the peak of the first tier, far beyond what the Eighth Espada Nnoitra, can easily challenge.

If Kenpachi Zaraki hadn't held back his full strength, Nnoitra would have been cut in two by now.

"Hey, among the Arrancars who came this time, are you the strongest?" Kenpachi Zaraki asked.

Nnoitra raised his head, his body radiating golden Reishi light, instantly healing the wound on his chest, though a deep scar remained.

He pressed his right hand to the ground, and a golden aura spread rapidly like Lightning, touching Kenpachi Zaraki's feet—this was Nnoitra's unique sensory skill, the Pesquisa.

Only then did he realize Kenpachi Zaraki truly was, and the Despair in his heart grew ever stronger.

He couldn't help but raise his head and roar, "What a joke! Ulquiorra is one thing, but why can you make me feel Despair too?"

Pray, Santa Teresa!

He used his Resurrección, Arrancar transformed into crescent-shaped horns on his head, with crisscrossing yellow markings appearing on his face.

At this point, he also possessed four arms, each with a crescent-shaped weapon, resembling the forelimbs of a praying mantis.

He brandished four moon blades, and the next moment he suddenly opened his mouth, and a golden beam of Reishi shot out from in front of his mouth.

"Gran Rey Cero!"

Faced with this attack, Kenpachi Zaraki somewhat listlessly clenched his left fist and swung it upwards.

Bang! The golden beam of light was actually sent flying into the sky by this punch.

"I see, that guy named Ulquiorra is very strong, right?" Kenpachi Zaraki accurately grasped the key point from Nnoitra's words.

At least from the perspective of the Arrancar on the other side, that guy named Ulquiorra was someone who, like himself, could bring Despair.

Kenpachi Zaraki grinned and asked, "So, is that guy at the main gate, or on the other side?"

"You bastard, you're so arrogant!" Nnoitra was overwhelmed by a surge of Despair that was about to fill his mind.

He roared, "Die!" and charged at Kenpachi Zaraki, slashing with all four of his limbs simultaneously.

Clang! Clang! Two sounds rang out, and all the attacks were blocked by that serrated longsword.

Nnoitra tried to use his four arms to forcefully suppress the enemy, but found that he couldn't do it at all.

He snorted coldly, and suddenly two more arms and two moon blades appeared on his back. He roared:

"You didn't expect that, did you? I still have two hands."

The two extra hands crossed and slashed towards Kenpachi Zaraki's neck.

Kenpachi Zaraki then placed his left hand on his Zanpakuto as well, gripping the sword with both hands.

Then, leaning forward, he braced himself against Nnoitra's four hands and weapons, and unleashed a vicious slash.

With a whoosh, the blade severed all the moon blades in two, the tip slicing across Nnoitra's chest and leaving a gruesome wound. The two arms that had attacked him were also severed.

Nnoitra, who had rolled to the ground, stared wide-eyed in utter disbelief.