A certain street had already been reduced to a wreck. Several figures faced off.
Grimmjow rolled his neck, joints cracking.
He stared at the blond teen across from him, wanting to toy with him—like a cat playing with a mouse.
A weak little creature wasn't even worth making him draw his blade.
"Hey, brat. Got your last words ready?"
Naruto was focusing, listening to intel.
"Little brother, your opponent is the Sixth Espada, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez. His specialty is the ultimate burst of speed and power. His release command is 'Grind, Pantera.' His personality is brutal and battle-crazed, extremely arrogant. His weakness is that he gets heated in a fight and lacks fine tactical control."
Naruto moved instantly. Orange pigmentation flared around his eyes.
Vast natural energy and the Kyubi's chakra merged inside him. A golden cloak erupted outward, and nine magatama were clearly imprinted on his back.
Sage Fox Mode activated.
Grimmjow felt that the kid in front of him was now overflowing with wild, violent power—strangely similar to his own aura.
"Interesting. So you've got savage power too. Fun."
His body vanished.
In the next instant, he was already in front of Naruto, claws shooting for Naruto's throat.
But a palm coated in golden chakra clamped down, steady and precise, seizing his wrist.
Grimmjow frowned.
Blocked?
This brat… could keep up with his speed?
In Naruto's other hand, a high-speed spinning sphere of chakra was forming.
Golden sand rose from the ground, rapidly fusing into the Rasengan.
"Senninjutsu: Jiton Rasengan (Magnet Style: Rasengan)!"
Grimmjow sensed lethal danger.
His other hand snapped up, claws swinging to tear Naruto apart—
Naruto slammed the Rasengan forward.
A violent explosion lifted the ground beneath them completely, and powerful repulsion blasted them both back.
Grimmjow flipped several times in midair, landed cleanly, and looked down at his arm—several abrasions from where the Rasengan had scraped him.
He looked at the wound, then back at Naruto—who was completely uninjured.
He no longer dared underestimate him. Bloodthirsty fervor surged up.
"HAHAHAHA!"
Grimmjow roared with laughter as terrifying spiritual pressure erupted from his body.
"Good! Very good! You bastard… you're worth being torn to pieces by me!"
His body began to change, muscles swelling.
"Slaughter them all, Pantera!"
In the instant of release, he became a sleek hunter leopard with a humanoid form.
A ferocious aura pressed down, making the air on the battlefield feel heavy.
Another battlefield.
"Sasuke, Sakura. Your opponent is the Fifth Espada, Nnoitra Gilga. He calls himself the strongest Hierro in history—his defense is extremely high. His weapon is a massive scythe. His personality is arrogant and he despises the weak. His weakness is that his speed is relatively slower and his attack style is wide and heavy."
Nnoitra shouldered his huge crescent-shaped weapon and looked at Sasuke and Sakura like they were trash.
"A man dragging a woman around? Annoying. Get lost, woman. This isn't where you belong."
The diamond seal on Sakura's forehead was already released, dark patterns spreading across her body.
Byakugō no Jutsu's power surged within her, accumulating, waiting for a single killing blow.
Sasuke's Sharingan spun, the three tomoe transforming into a complex six-pointed star.
"Strongest Hierro?" he asked coldly.
Nnoitra grinned. "What, you wanna try it? Brat, any attack you have is just scratching an itch to me!"
Before the words even finished, Sasuke's figure vanished.
Chidori's lightning pierced straight toward Nnoitra's chest.
Nnoitra didn't even think about dodging. He even puffed out his chest, ready to enjoy the moment Sasuke's technique broke and the kid despaired.
He had the strongest Hierro—whether Sasuke could even break his defense was questionable.
But what happened next made Nnoitra's grin freeze.
The lightning went straight through him.
He couldn't laugh anymore.
He looked down in disbelief at the hole that ran clean through his chest—front to back.
Along the edges, black flames burned, preventing the wound from healing.
"What…"
Pain slammed into him, nearly knocking him off his feet.
Impossible… his Hierro—his absolute defense—was pierced that easily?
Sasuke appeared behind him. On the Chidori spear in his hand, black flames that would never go out were clinging and writhing.
Enton: Kagutsuchi.
"Your defense isn't flawless," Sasuke replied coldly.
"Bastard!"
Nnoitra roared, whipping around as he swung the giant scythe in a savage sweep.
He couldn't accept it. The humiliation drove him insane.
Sasuke avoided the attack easily, his movement ghostlike.
He didn't rush to finish it—he kept circling, waiting for the next opening to cripple him again.
Beside them, Sakura's stored power had already reached its peak.
The Wind-Sand Country support squad's battlefield.
Harribel floated in midair, expressionless, looking down at Gaara and Temari.
"The Third Espada, Tier Harribel. Her aspect is 'Sacrifice.' Her release command is 'Subjugate, Tiburón.' Her ability is water manipulation. After release, she can unleash high-temperature 'burning sea currents.' Be careful—her attack range is huge and her destructive power is terrifying."
Temari gripped her three-star fan, her expression tense.
From the gourd on Gaara's back, massive amounts of sand poured out, forming a flowing defensive line around him and his sister.
Harribel raised her right hand slightly.
"Burning Sea Current."
A tide of boiling water poured down from the sky like a breached heavenly river—ready to evaporate everything in the area.
Gaara formed seals.
"Sand Waterfall Imperial Funeral!"
The ground rumbled as yellow sand surged up, forming an even larger sand wall to meet the scalding flood.
The instant boiling water met sand, enormous clouds of white steam erupted, shrouding the battlefield.
The sand wall was constantly eroded by the heat—yet fresh sand poured in without end, reinforcing it.
"Shukaku Shield!"
Gaara barked out, and the sand wall reshaped—forming a massive tanuki silhouette that completely blocked the impact of the burning sea current.
Temari seized the timing and swung her iron fan hard.
"Fūton: Kamaitachi no Jutsu (Wind Style: Sickle Weasel Jutsu)!"
A gale roared up, dragging the thick steam and forcing it to surge back toward Harribel.
With her vision disrupted, Harribel frowned.
At that moment, the sand beneath her suddenly turned into quicksand, a powerful suction yanking her downward.
At the same time, several sharp sand spears stabbed from every direction, sealing off every possible dodge route.
Harribel snorted.
Her spiritual pressure exploded outward, blasting away the sand around her.
She looked down at the brother-and-sister duo working in perfect coordination, and her eyes grew more serious.
These humans… didn't seem as fragile as they looked.
The battle fell into a brief stalemate.
The Espada—who were used to opponents collapsing before them—were finding the "lower lifeforms" in their eyes unexpectedly troublesome.
Their enemies seemed to know their abilities inside and out.
Every shinobi's tactics were extremely targeted.
These new-generation ninja, forged under Uchiha Madara's hellish training, had already undergone a complete transformation.
This sudden war became the final trial—proof of the results of their training.
(End of Chapter)
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