Several spiritual pressures erupted like volcanoes, sweeping over and shaking the hearts of every Arrancar present like surging waves.
This terrifying spiritual pressure seemed to contain endless destructive power, inspiring awe and fear.
Just by feeling the presence of that spiritual pressure, many Arrancars already felt like retreating, not daring to offend easily.
However, among everyone present, only one person was an exception—Grimmjow.
He stared intently at the lazy figure on the dune, the anger in his heart burning even fiercer.
"What a joke..."
Grimmjow muttered through gritted teeth, "Since you possess such formidable strength, why do you keep hiding it? Are you deliberately toying with me!?"
His eyes burned with raging fire, as if to incinerate everything before him into ashes.
Actually, Grimmjow wasn't angry because the opponent was stronger than him.
The real reason for his anger was a sense of humiliation from being underestimated and fooled.
Starrk clearly possessed such immense strength, yet he always acted low-key.
On normal days, he always presented himself with a lazy attitude, seemingly indifferent to everything.
This disguise was too hypocritical, making Grimmjow furious just thinking about it.
He had come all this way, experienced countless battles, defeated countless strong enemies, and devoured countless Menos Grande to achieve what he had today.
Yet, that Starrk concealed his true strength and even disdained daily training.
Why could he surpass him?
What did his efforts count for?
Hearing Grimmjow's angry questioning, Starrk's gaze remained calm.
He slightly curved his lips, revealing a faint smile, and softly said:
"Because that kind of thing simply has no meaning!"
His tone was calm and casual, as if none of this mattered to him.
This guy really didn't know how to converse.
This nonchalant attitude was like throwing a fire into a pile of dry wood, instantly igniting an even stronger rage in Grimmjow!
He widened his eyes, staring intently at Starrk, his chest heaving violently, and a powerful spiritual pressure surged out from him.
He took a step forward, walking resolutely against the strong spiritual pressure.
"Still going on?"
Starrk tilted his head slightly, seemingly puzzled by Grimmjow's actions.
A hint of confusion was revealed in his gaze.
As if he didn't understand why Grimmjow was so persistent in this battle when the difference in strength was so obvious.
"Since I said I would challenge you, I will never back down."
Grimmjow grinned, revealing a row of white teeth.
"Rather, this is better; only the strong are worth challenging!"
He reached out and gripped the Zanpakuto at his waist, slowly drawing it out.
Seeing Grimmjow's actions, Nelliel and Harribel exchanged glances, both seeing a hint of helplessness in each other's eyes.
Grimmjow was just such a person, overly obsessed with battle and power.
They had also been challenged by Grimmjow more than once, which gave them a headache.
Grimmjow was beaten black and blue and looked terrible every time, but he still challenged them again and again.
Starrk sighed deeply at the sight, then leaped down from the dune, his gaze cold as he stared at Grimmjow.
Grimmjow dared not slacken in the slightest, immediately raising his Zanpakuto vigilantly.
No matter how tough his words were, this formidable enemy in front of him indeed posed a huge threat.
In the desert not far away, there was a towering high tower that reached into the clouds.
At this moment, Aozaki Reiji and Aizen stood side by side at the top of the tower, looking down at the vast sea of sand below.
When they felt the powerful spiritual pressure emanating from Starrk, Aizen nodded slightly.
"Your judgment is good. In terms of spiritual pressure alone, Number One has already surpassed most captains in the Gotei 13."
"How did you know of his existence, and how did you get someone to find him?"
Aozaki Reiji replied nonchalantly:
"Just hearsay."
"Oh? Is that so..." Aizen was noncommittal.
He had once been the ruler of Las Noches, controlling the largest force in Hueco Mundo, yet he had never heard of such a person in Hueco Mundo.
Aozaki Reiji looked at Harribel and the others watching the battle below, then suddenly revealed a meaningful smile and softly said:
"Aizen, my dear steward, I plan to flip a card tonight, so you'd better be prepared."
Hearing this, Aizen couldn't help but freeze, a look of confusion appearing on his face.
No wonder the chief Steward had no detailed job description; did it actually include such duties?
He thought it was just about managing internal affairs...
His fist hardened!
Thinking of this, Aizen's fist hardened.
He suddenly wanted to punch the smug guy beside him.
At the same time, in the distant sea of sand, the duel between the two Espada had officially begun.
Grimmjow unhesitatingly chose to Arrancar.
His Zanpakuto transformed into a dazzling light, rapidly merging into his body.
In the blink of an eye, his original human form underwent an astonishing transformation.
He transformed into a humanoid warrior with panther-like features.
Each time he swung his claws, long spiritual particle claw marks would be left behind, as if to tear apart the entire sky and earth.
However, facing such a fierce offensive, Starrk remained exceptionally calm.
He didn't even use Arrancar.
Simply by casually swinging the long sword in his hand, he effortlessly neutralized Grimmjow's attacks one by one.
This was not Starrk underestimating his opponent, but rather the vast difference in strength between the two.
Starrk's combat skills were not outstanding, but he undoubtedly held an absolute advantage in spiritual pressure.
This overwhelming spiritual pressure gap, even if Grimmjow were given a super weapon like Ryujin Jakka, could not change the tide of the battle.
Surging waves of spiritual pressure, like immense tidal waves, swept across the vast battlefield.
Grimmjow's movements were agile, like a nimble leopard.
He twisted, turned, rolled, and leaped across the battlefield, attempting to evade Starrk's incredibly sharp slashes.
However, facing Starrk's suffocatingly powerful strength, Grimmjow gradually felt powerless.
Although he gave his all, his wounds continued to increase, and blood stained his body.
His speed also became slower and slower, as if dragged down by an invisible heavy pressure.
Meanwhile, Starrk's speed became even more rapid, like lightning.
He swung his sword horizontally, carrying unparalleled might.
The strong wind blew Grimmjow's hair, which had lengthened after his Arrancar, stopping at his neck.
"I will become stronger..."
Grimmjow clicked his tongue in annoyance; he knew he had lost.
If that sword strike landed, he would surely die.
He turned around, released his Arrancar state, and left the battlefield.
Although he lost this battle, he would never concede defeat!
Starrk was so powerful that he didn't even need to use Arrancar?
Seeing this, many Arrancars couldn't help but look at Starrk with envious eyes.
They secretly resolved to train hard.
Not to be as strong as Starrk, but just hoping to advance further and become a Vasto Lorde.