Battle of Wills

"Boom!!"

As the King's False Flash, far more powerful than an ordinary Cero, erupted, a terrifying torrent of energy poured forth, even dyeing the surrounding area a single color.

However...

Grimmjow's release of the King's False Flash abruptly halted. Unprecedented agony spread through him, veins bulging visibly across his neck and cheeks.

As the King's False Flash came to an abrupt stop, Hisagi Shūhei, whose entire body seemed to have been scorched, spoke with calm, steadfast eyes.

"An attack of this level is meaningless against me."

Grimmjow felt a portion of his spiritual pressure plummet. The pain twisted his features, yet his mouth unconsciously curled into a grin as he said,

"I completely understand your ability now, Soul Reaper!"

"Hm? This ability of yours forcibly binds the two of us together. Our injuries, pain, and even spiritual pressure are completely shared. So unless both of us are killed at once, this battle will never end. What a shameless ability."

Grimmjow spoke.

Hisagi Shūhei did not answer directly, but a trace of surprise entered his otherwise calm gaze as he thought to himself,

Sharp battle instincts...

He made the right judgment in such a short time?

"However, no matter how shameless your ability is, it has one glaring flaw that cannot be concealed." Grimmjow kept taking deep breaths, suppressing the pain coursing through his nerves.

"What flaw?" Hisagi Shūhei asked.

"The greatest flaw... is you yourself!"

The next instant, Grimmjow charged at Hisagi Shūhei once more, the claws in his hand gleaming fiercely as they shot toward Hisagi Shūhei's vital points.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Amid the rapid series of collisions, Grimmjow's wild and arrogant voice continued to ring out.

"Your Zanpakuto essentially forces the battle between us away from spiritual pressure, instinct, technique, and the like, shifting it to another contest...