Chapter 225 Between Sacrifice and Sacrifice, A Showdown Between the Beautiful (Please Subscribe)
"Boom!"
The immense Spiritual Pressure destroyed everything on the arena.
Even after Nnoitra had Resurrección, he could only meet his end on the spot under the power of this Kidō, which contained supreme divine might. His long horns were instantly severed, and he was sent flying into the air, finally landing at the feet of Nelliel had been watching the arena intently.
It then shattered, transforming into countless Reishi that vanished completely.
"What a pathetic person!"
Nelliel looked at Nnoitra, now reduced to fragments, and sighed helplessly. Nnoitra was a pitiful soul after all...
A pathetic person who constantly shouts about being powerful, yet has absolutely no strength...
"Looks like I won the first battle, Aizen..."
Sōgo Shihoin's gaze was indifferent, seemingly unsurprised by Nnoitra's defeat.
"You won, Sōgo."
Aizen nodded slightly, acknowledging Sōgo Shihoin's victory.
"Isn't that a given? After all, the difference in strength is just too great..."
"Let's move on to the next round!"
Let's put an end to this match that was never even close to being decided!
Sōgo Shihoin, feeling somewhat bored.
"Let me go next, Lord Aizen!"
Nelliel volunteered. Although she hated Nnoitra from the bottom of her heart, as his comrade, she felt it was her duty to stand up and avenge Nnoitra... It was the way of the knight!
"Looks like you're quite confident~" Sōsuke Aizen smiled slightly at Nelliel behind him. He didn't really care who went up or down, as long as the battle continued and Sōgo Shihoin could stay here and watch the match obediently, that was enough. "In that case, Nelliel, you can go for the second match."
"Yes, Lord Sōsuke Aizen..."
Nelliel nodded slightly, leaped from the top of the high Gillian's head, and landed in the absolute arena used for the competition.
"I wonder... who will dare to fight me!"
Nelliel looked calmly at Sōgo Shihoin. She was confident that she would never lose, no matter who she faced.
"This guy..."
For the first time, emotions showed in Tier Harribel's eyes as she watched the match with indifference, her brows furrowing slightly as she looked at Nelliel.
" Lord Sōgo, please allow me to take the lead in this battle!"
Tier Harribel leaped lightly onto the arena and walked directly to Sōgo Shihoin, kneeling on one knee and asking for permission.
"Yeah?"
"Hahaha..."
"I see..."
Sōgo Shihoin was slightly taken aback when he saw that Tier Harribel, who had always been like a Buddhist girl, had actually chosen to fight the enemy. After thinking for a while, he burst into laughter.
Is it the same stand-in?
Sōgo Shihoin murmured softly.
"..."
Sōsuke Aizen was used to Sōgo Shihoin, so he didn't respond and continued to watch the match.
"Is this woman a fraud?"
After staring at Tier Harribel for a while, Sōsuke Aizen frowned and asked.
"Certainly..."
"Shouldn't you know this, Aizen...?"
Sōgo Shihoin slightly, acknowledging Tier Harribel's identity.
"Hehe..."
Sōsuke Aizen smiled slightly. He knew that Sōgo Shihoin was the same kind of person as him, sharing similar interests and hobbies.
"It seems this is a battle between the Hollows we've been raising."
Sōsuke Aizen looked at the arena with a hint of anticipation. He wanted to know which was stronger: the Hollows evolved using the Hōgyoku or the Hollows under Sōgo Shihoin who hadn't evolved using the Hōgyoku.
"They're not kept in captivity; they're all my friends."
Sōgo Shihoin gently shook his head; he had never considered himself Lilynette or Tier Harribel's master.
He always considered Lilynette and Tier Harribel his good friends...
"Hahaha..."
" Sōgo, you still love telling jokes."
"In this world, there's no reason for a ferocious beast to be friends with a herbivore..."
After hearing Sōgo Shihoin's words, Sōsuke Aizen smiled slightly. A lion choosing to be friends with a sheep? Isn't that hilarious?!
"Who are the beasts... and who are the herbivores?"
"We're all advanced beings, so don't speak in such a cryptic way."
Sōgo Shihoin knew that Sōsuke Aizen looked down on everyone; in his eyes, no one but himself was good enough...
"Hmph..."
"You know what I'm talking about?"
"But you pretended not to understand, which is why I said, Sōgo, you're the master of playing dumb."
Sōsuke Aizen softly, finding it amusing to see Sōgo Shihoin looking as if he didn't understand what Sōsuke Aizen was saying.
"Shut your mouth and watch the game."
Sōgo Shihoin glared at Sōsuke Aizen and said in a cold voice.
"Okay! I understand."
Sōsuke Aizen slightly. He was magnanimous and didn't bother Sōgo Shihoin.
On the arena, two beautiful women, each with their own unique charm, stood facing each other...
"My name is Nelliel, and you are...?"
Nelliel the knightly courtesy and stated her name.
You can just call me Tier Harribel.
Tier Harribel nodded slightly and also gave his name.
"..."
A cold wind swept across the arena, and a powerful, chilling aura permeated the space between Nelliel and Tier Harribel.
Nelliel's long, flowing green hair swayed in the breeze, her rounded, full figure exuding a powerful aura without appearing bulky. In particular, Nelliel 'Nelliel sexy legs Sōgo Shihoin, whose gaze lingered on them for a few seconds longer.
Tier Harribel's figure is no less impressive than Nelliel's. Her tanned skin gives Tier Harribel a wildness, and her arms crossed over her chest, along with her icy gaze, give Tier Harribel a queenly aura. She is like a queen of the Amazon rainforest, and no one can defy her.
When two beauties with such different styles stand on the competition field at the same time, simply standing there without moving is a pleasure to behold.
"I'm going to go!"
After waiting in vain for Tier Harribel to make the first move, Nelliel decided to change her strategy and take the initiative.
Nelliel transformed into a green lightning bolt and struck straight at Tier Harribel.
"So fast!"
Tier Harribel was shocked by Nelliel's speed. Among the people she knew, only Aya Hoshizora could achieve this speed of sound without relying on any footwork techniques such as Sonído Shunpo or Shaoling Fon, but solely on the power of her own legs.
"Interesting."
When Nnoitra boasted that his physical strength was among the best of the Espada, Shaoling Fon had already given up hope on the physical abilities of Aizen's Aizen. But the moment Nelliel started running...
Shaoling Fon then realized that what Nnoitra had said earlier was all just nonsense...
"Boom!"
Nelliel high into the air, her movements graceful, like a Tibetan antelope leaping freely on the plateau.
"Boom!"
The next second, Nelliel, who had leaped up, crashed down, accompanied by a deafening roar, destroying nearly half of the arena...
"You run pretty fast..."
Nelliel looked at Tier Harribel, who had dodged away, and said in a cold voice.
"I have absolutely no reason to stand still and let you hit me."
Tier Harribel stared coldly at Nelliel.
Can you dodge it?
Nelliel looked up at Tier Harribel and asked in a cold voice.
"How will you know if you can dodge it or not if you don't try?!"
Tier Harribel looked at Nelliel defiantly.
"Very well, you've successfully provoked my anger."
Nelliel chuckled softly, and with a whoosh of air, punched Tier Harribel in the cheek.
"Yeah?"
Tier Harribel dodged it lightly. Since Nelliel hadn't chosen to use a knife, then naturally she wouldn't either.
Tier Harribel used the fighting techniques he had learned in the Second Division to attack Nelliel.
"Um?"
Nelliel seemed surprised that Tier Harribel would choose to fight her in close combat, and judging from his stance, Tier Harribel was clearly skilled.
"You're not the only one who can fight in close combat."
Tier Harribel, pleased with Nelliel's panicked expression, smiled and spoke.
"Yeah?"
"How about this?"
Nelliel behind Tier Harribel in a flash and grabbed Tier Harribel by the neck.
"Jiu-Jitsu?"
"Me too."
Tier Harribel quickly lowered his center of gravity and used an over-the-shoulder throw on Nelliel.
"Waaah..."
Nelliel caught off guard by Tier Harribel and was thrown into the air by Tier Harribel's over-the-shoulder throw.
However, Nelliel's physical abilities were simply too strong. In the instant she was flying backward, she clamped her legs around Tier Harribel's head, causing Tier Harribel to crash to the ground together.
"Hateful..."
Nelliel and Tier Harribel, both on the ground, simultaneously executed an armbar choke on their opponent.
The swords in their hands flew out at the same time, preventing them from retracting their Resurrección and leaving them locked in a stalemate on the ground.
This is a clash between balls, an incredibly exciting and thrilling battle!
"Great! That's exactly what I want to see."
Sōgo Shihoin loves watching women fight, especially beautiful women.
" Sōgo..."
Sōgo Shihoin Shaoling Fon, who was cheering her on.
"Hehe..."
Under Sōgo Shihoin's gaze, Shaoling Fon smiled slightly and said nothing more.
It's best to speak less in situations like this, given the occasion. Just focus your attention and observe carefully... Yes, don't speak, don't speak...
"Give up!"
Nelliel's small, white feet were wrapped around Tier Harribel's neck as she spoke with a somewhat embarrassed expression, because Tier Harribel's feet were also wrapped around her neck.
"You're the one who should admit defeat."
Tier Harribel said, trying to break free from Nelliel's attacks.
As Tier Harribel exerted herself, her large, full breasts trembled slightly, like water-filled balloons.
"Hehe..."
"Don't be so stubborn!"
"I know the strength in my own legs; you're under more pressure than I am right now..."
"Ouch... it hurts..."
Before Nelliel could finish speaking, she felt Tier Harribel's hands pulling hard, causing her thighs to ache.
"My legs may not be as strong as yours, but my hands are far stronger."
"You should just give up! With your skills, you have absolutely no chance of winning against me."
Tier Harribel gave a cold laugh. Her laugh was beautiful; even though she was covered in sweat, she still possessed a queenly arrogance.
Uh~
Do you think I'd admit defeat?
Nelliel pulled and grimaced Tier Harribel Tier Harribel, but she still tried her best to fight back.
I advise you to admit defeat.
Tier Harribel, his face flushed red from being squeezed between Nelliel's legs and feeling somewhat oxygen-deprived, spoke.
"Hehe..."
"In that respect, I think we're evenly matched..."
Nelliel wasn't in much better shape Tier Harribel. Although her leg strength was indeed much greater than Tier Harribel 'Tier Harribel, she wasn't as resilient. She felt she was about to collapse, and her eyes were already filled with stars...
"You admit defeat..."
"You should admit defeat..."
"You should just admit defeat!"
"Hehe..."
The two remained locked in combat on the ring, neither willing to concede, persisting until finally both succumbed to oxygen deprivation and passed out...
The outcome of this battle is... a draw!
Sōgo Shihoin looked at the two who had both collapsed unconscious on the ground, and smiled slightly. This was a very good match; he enjoyed it. If possible, please have more...
"Our current record is one win and one draw, while yours is one loss and one draw. Let's see what you do about it!"
Sōgo Shihoin still has the advantage; he was very strong this time.
"..."
Sōsuke Aizen narrowed his eyes slightly, not answering Sōgo Shihoin's question.
"Don't want to talk?!"
Sōgo Shihoin glanced at Aizen, who was ignoring him, and smiled slightly.
"Then let's move on to the next match! The third match!"
With a smile, Sōgo Shihoin announced the start of the third match.
"For the third battle, I wonder who's willing to go?"
After listening to Sōgo Shihoin's words, Sōsuke Aizen finally spoke.
" Lord Aizen, please leave the third battle to me."
Ulquiorra, who had been being stared at by Ichigo Kurosaki with a fierce gaze, decided to give Ichigo Kurosaki a chance, a chance to fight him one-on-one.
" Ulquiorra..."
"Alright! This battle is yours."
Sōsuke Aizen remained calm, as if he didn't care about the outcome of the match at all.
"Thank you, Lord Aizen."
Ulquiorra, as elegant as a nobleman, bowed slightly to Sōsuke Aizen before stepping onto the field.
"Come on, Ichigo Kurosaki..."
"Let me see just how deep your hatred for me truly is."
Ulquiorra stood in the arena and beckoned to Ichigo Kurosaki with his finger.
" Captain Sōgo, since the enemy has said so, then I have no choice but to go into battle."
With a Shunpo, Ichigo Kurosaki leaped onto the arena and addressed Sōgo Shihoin, who sat atop the towering Gillian.
"Granted."
Sōgo Shihoin slightly, agreeing to Ichigo Kurosaki's request.
"Come on, Ulquiorra!"
Ichigo Kurosaki Zangetsu, charged toward Ulquiorra.
"Boring."
Ulquiorra easily dodged Ichigo Kurosaki's slash by simply turning his body slightly.
" Getsuga Tenshō!"
After his first attack failed, Ichigo Kurosaki simply held his Zanpakuto horizontally and unleashed a Getsuga Tenshō attack.
"Boom!"
A giant crescent moon ripped through the sky, heading straight for Ulquiorra.
"Hmph~"
Faced with this incredibly powerful attack, Ulquiorra swung his hand out with a single, gentle motion, crushing Ichigo Kurosaki's slash to pieces.
"It's not over yet..."
" Bankai!"
Ichigo Kurosaki seemed to have already devised a way to deal with Ulquiorra. He instantly activated his Bankai and headed straight for Ulquiorra's head.
"This is enough for me to be a little more serious, but only a little more serious."
After dodging Ichigo Kurosaki's attack, Ulquiorra spoke softly.
"Slightly serious?!"
"Stop talking big, Ulquiorra!"
Ichigo Kurosaki shouted, but no one knew the immense price he paid and the terrifying training he endured to save Orihime Inoue...
Do you think I'm lying to you?
Ulquiorra frowned upon hearing Ichigo Kurosaki's words. As he spoke, he extended his hand and caught Ichigo Kurosaki, his slender fingers gripping the black blade of Ichigo Kurosaki Zangetsu.
"Forehead..."
After Ulquiorra blocked his confident attack, Ichigo Kurosaki was slightly stunned, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"What's so unbelievable?"
"How sharp do you think your knife is?"
Ulquiorra spoke with absolute conviction, displaying an overwhelming sense of dominance and oppression.
" Getsuga Tenshō."
Ichigo Kurosaki's arms bulged with veins, and a dark crescent moon emerged from his blade.
"Don't you understand?"
Such an attack is pointless.
Ulquiorra crushed Ichigo Kurosaki's Getsuga Tenshō with his bare hands.
"Unleash your strongest power!"
"I know that power you've been hiding!"
Ulquiorra's words seemed to carry a hint of anticipation; he seemed eager to see Ichigo Kurosaki unleash even greater power...
"..."
" Ulquiorra, open your eyes wide and look carefully!"
"This is the power you've always longed for!"
Ichigo Kurosaki gently raised his right hand above his head, then forcefully grabbed downwards, and a snow-white bone mask appeared out of thin air on his cheek.
"Boom!"
At the same time, Ichigo Kurosaki's Spiritual Pressure began to become violent and restless, transforming from a calm Spiritual Pressure Spiritual Pressure into an ominous one. At this moment, Ichigo Kurosaki was less like a Soul Reaper and more like a Hollow of the Espada level who had Menos Grande his Resurrección.
"I see..."
"Is this the power you've been hiding?"
"Indeed... if this is the force, they are certainly qualified to compete with us."
"But that's far from enough; at best, it's only at the level of the Fifth Blade."
Ulquiorra nodded slightly, offering his assessment of Ichigo Kurosaki's ferocious demeanor.
Five thousand~
(End of this chapter)