"I'm so hungry!"
Wu Biao clutched his stomach and muttered, while behind him lay a scene of wailing misery—Rukongai residents sprawled across the ground as far as the eye could see.
However, despite their utterly miserable cries, none of them had actually suffered serious injuries.
As long as that madman who had suddenly run into Rukongai and punched everyone he saw left, they would immediately be able to get up and run home.
Although Wu Biao currently wanted to fight as if he had gone insane, just as Yoruichi had said, the environment he had grown up in had limited his way of thinking. The habit of not killing people had already been branded into his instincts!
So even in his berserk state, he had never killed anyone. As long as he knocked down whoever stood before him, Wu Biao would switch to his next target, crazily venting his instinctive craving for the thrill of fists striking flesh.
He was wildly unleashing his fighting spirit!
Every single one of them—no matter what, he had to fight until he was satisfied. As for who he fought... that did not matter.
That was why the red-eyed Wu Biao had run out of Seireitei due to his frenzied desire for battle and lack of opponents, then begun tormenting the residents of Rukongai...
Regarding this...
All the Rukongai residents looked as though they wanted to cry but had no tears.
The women whose faces had been swollen from the punches were especially furious, because that bastard did not care how beautiful they were or how lovely their voices sounded. He simply swung his fist at them!
Then he would sweep his gaze over those beautiful women with utter disdain, as though he were looking at hideous freaks.
Quite a few young women who had