The steaming brain matter mixed with blood and sprayed everywhere like rain.
The Hekisa Menos Grande collapsed helplessly. Its mangled limbs clanged against each other like metal, then crashed to the ground with a thunderous boom, raising a cloud of dust.
Kisaragi Akira pulled back his fist, still smeared with brain matter, and wiped most of it off on the creature's hard Hierro. Panting heavily, he said:
"Fighting it without taking my clothes off was actually kind of tough."
Though he had gained an all-around boost through Sacrificial Power, he was still considerably weaker than the Hekisa Menos Grande.
So when the two began fighting to the death,
the Hekisa Menos Grande's will to survive hit its peak, and it unleashed potential it had never shown before. It forced Kisaragi Akira to use every trick he had, and even sent his Zanpakuto flying.
That left him no choice but to fight bare-chested, pummeling the creature with one punch after another until he broke through its Hierro and snuffed out the last spark of its life.
Kisaragi Akira had also suffered some serious injuries during the fight.
Honestly, against a Menos Grande of Adjuchas class, Kisaragi Akira had truly used every means at his disposal.
Sacrificial Power, Anomalous Spirit Body, Byakurai effects, Exclusive Entry, Aizen's assistance...
He had tried everything he could.
Considering his current Reiatsu, managing this much was nothing short of astonishing.
Normally, forget an Adjuchas; even a Gillian needed a Shinigami of lieutenant level to handle it.
At the very least, they needed a Shinigami who had mastered Shikai.
To take it a step further, the Spiritual Arts Academy textbooks said that Menos Grande required the Royal Guard—that was, the Royal Guard—to deal with them.
Yet he had been enrolled for less than half a year. Forget Shikai;