Faster!
I need to be faster!
The air seemed to solidify, every breath accompanied by crushing pressure.
"Bang!" The first strike landed. Grimmjow's claws collided with Kenpachi Zaraki's skin, producing a deafening roar.
Sparks flew, like stars exploding in the night sky, yet they failed to pierce that seemingly ordinary but incredibly resilient skin.
Kenpachi Zaraki's body trembled slightly before returning to stillness, as though the attack had been no more than a passing breeze.
So he launched another offensive. Grimmjow poured all his fury and skill into those sharp claws, every strike containing enough power to tear apart steel.
Yet against the man before him—seemingly wild and unrestrained, yet truly unbreakable—Kenpachi Zaraki, every attack felt as though it had struck an invisible barrier. They could only produce a series of piercing metallic clashes, unable to leave any real injury on his opponent.
Grimmjow's claws swept over nearly every part of Kenpachi Zaraki's body—his arms, chest, back, abdomen, even his face.
He did not attack below the belt, because Grimmjow had his own pride.
Since Kenpachi Zaraki had chosen not to dodge, Grimmjow would only break through in the most savage and direct way!
Faced with Grimmjow's rain-like barrage, Kenpachi Zaraki showed no intention of retreating. Instead, he stood tall and allowed those claws, enough to terrify ordinary soldiers, to leave streaks of sparks across his body.
Beneath his skin, it seemed as though boiling molten iron flowed, rendering every attack ineffective and displaying defensive power and resilience beyond that of ordinary men.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The sounds of collision echoed across the empty battlefield. Every impact was like the collision of two enormous mountains, shaking the surrounding space itself.
Disbelief gleamed in Grimmjow's eyes. He had never seen such a powerful physical body. Even someone like him could not