However, Grimmjow was not truly that weak.
It was simply that there was indeed a gap between him and Tier Harribel.
One was a Vasto Lorde-class Great Hollow, while the other was an Adjuchas-class Great Hollow.
The difference could not have been greater.
Vasto Lordes were the most powerful beings in Hueco Mundo. They were born with the ability to wield immense Spiritual Pressure and complex abilities, while Adjuchas, even through endless devouring and evolution, found it difficult to completely bridge that natural divide.
Especially within a system like Absolute Power, the gap was even wider.
If someone only needed to control one percent of their own power to match the twenty percent or more that you controlled, what could you possibly use to compete with them?
So, even though both had undergone Soul Reaper transformation to become Arrancar, then Berserker transformation, becoming the things they were now—whether Berserkers or something else entirely—the gap had long since been established.
At that moment, faced with Tier Harribel's almost peerless power, Grimmjow did not retreat in the slightest. He took a deep breath, and the Spiritual Pressure throughout his body surged like boiling magma, gathering between his palms.
His hands gradually turned transparent, as though enveloped by an invisible force. Then, a deafening roar echoed through the sky—"Panther King's Claws!!!"
Grimmjow's Spiritual Pressure boiled throughout his body. Like a furious beast, he gathered every bit of power within him between his palms.
His hands rapidly transformed, black patterns faintly emerging beneath his skin. That was the awakening of his Hollow nature. Spiritual Pressure condensed in his palms into two enormous claws, flashing with an eerie blue radiance. They stretched for over a thousand meters, like twin bolts of lightning tearing through the heavens, striking at Tier Harribel with devastating force.
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