Behind those seemingly crude moves lay a pure pursuit and mastery of power, perfectly matching the Berserker traits he knew of.
Just as he was about to investigate further, an even stronger Energy Wave suddenly erupted, drawing everyone's attention.
Two burly, heavily muscled warriors were locked in a fierce clash. Their movements were swift and powerful, every collision of fists and kicks accompanied by explosive bursts of air, as though even space itself were trembling.
What astonished Grimmjow even more was that the spiritual energy emanating from these two warriors, though not as powerful as that of an Arrancar like him, was exceptionally pure and filled with savagery, utterly unlike any Spiritual Pressure he had known.
"Are these the Berserkers I've been looking for?"
Grimmjow's heart tightened.
The two fighters seemed not to notice Grimmjow's presence. They continued fighting for their lives, pouring everything into every attack as if they intended to utterly destroy one another.
Grimmjow noticed that whenever they shouted, "Absolute Power XX%! Killing Intent Wave Fist!" their strength would surge instantly. Wherever their fist wind passed, even the air was torn apart.
"What an interesting power system..."
Grimmjow muttered, his interest in the Berserkers growing ever stronger.
"Hmph. Looks like the 'game' here is more interesting than I imagined."
Grimmjow murmured before stepping out of the shadows.
"Who?!"
Everyone cried out in alarm, stopping what they were doing and warily staring at this uninvited guest.
Grimmjow's appearance had been far too abrupt.
"Let me test you and see whether you're truly worth my personal intervention."
Grimmjow made his decision. His figure moved again, and in an instant he appeared before that warrior. His powerful Spiritual Pressure descended almost tangibly, freezing even the surrounding air.
"Who?!"
The warrior in the black tank top abruptly raised his head. A