"Kill me?"
Gremmy looked as though he had heard the funniest joke in the world. A savage grin spread across his somewhat handsome face.
"With that sickly body of yours?"
"I wouldn't even need to lift a finger. A burst of Spiritual Pressure alone would be enough to crush you into pulp, Jushiro Ukitake!"
Clearly, both sides knew about the other's intelligence.
But it was only surface-level knowledge; the details and subsequent changes remained unknown.
Su Feng had compiled all the intelligence he knew together with the information provided by Bambietta Basterbine, the "Quincy Slayer," and added his own predictions of what might occur.
Over the recent period, every Shinigami participating in the Hueco Mundo expedition had been required to memorize all of the relevant material.
Even Kenpachi Zaraki was no exception.
For that, Su Feng had put the man through no small amount of torment.
As a pure-blooded brute, killing came as easily as breathing to him, but memorizing intelligence was rather more difficult.
Fortunately, Su Feng had his own methods.
If he could not memorize it, then he would receive a one-sided beating.
Didn't he enjoy fighting and slaughtering others?
Didn't he relish the process of battle?
Then Su Feng would do precisely the opposite of what he wanted, letting him experience life's greatest agony: wanting something he could not have.
The uninterrupted one-sided beatings had nearly given Kenpachi Zaraki a psychological shadow where Su Feng was concerned.
He had never seen anyone with a mind so twisted.
In order to resist, Kenpachi Zaraki continuously unsealed his own power, releasing his former self.
Yet no matter how hard he tried, even when he finally brought out his Bankai, he was still beaten one-sidedly.
He had no ability to fight back at all.
The overwhelming gap had even made