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"It doesn't matter who comes. Of course, I can't guarantee your shop will still be there."

Ryougi Shiki placed her hand on the Zanpakuto beside her.

'Is this... what waiting feels like?'

“Well then, we’ll be going now.” Kisuke Urahara smiled and said, “It seems some people need a little help… Let’s go, Yoruichi-san, and Fujimaru too…”

“Okay.” Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded. “Then, I’ll go help Mashu.”

"Then we'll be off." Yoruichi Shihouin waved her hand and said, "I'll leave this place in your care."

Watching the three leave quickly, Ryougi Shiki let out a soft sigh: "It felt... not bad."

As she spoke, she looked in the direction from which Ryougi Kazuya and Ulquiorra were unleashing their spiritual pressure...

.....

"Damn it—is there no one to play with me?!" Ikkaku Madarame gritted his teeth as he looked at the several spiritual pressures that had already started fighting around him. No one was willing to join him in the fight!

"Brother Ichigo, I need to go help Ichigo! Something seems wrong with him!" Renji Abarai shouted. "And... Rukia's spiritual pressure..."

"Ah, I understand." Madarame Ikkaku nodded. "Then, I'll go help out that guy with the unfamiliar spiritual pressure."

......

"Hoo-ha..."

Ichigo Kurosaki, panting heavily, looked at Grimmjow, who hadn't even drawn his Zanpakuto...

This can't go on—

He simply couldn't use his full strength...

What power is he pursuing? Why... is he fighting this guy?

It's very simple: to protect our comrades!

But if things continue like this, we can't protect it.

No one can protect it.

They can't even protect themselves.

The void within me... why are you hindering me?

'Ha! Need I say more—it's for the fight!'

"Is that so... I understand."

"Huh? What's wrong? What are you muttering to yourself about?" Grimmjow looked at Ichigo Kurosaki, whom he had just knocked away, and strode over with a smile: "Can't wait to die?"

"I knew I couldn't entrust my body to you." Ichigo Kurosaki gripped his Zanpakuto tightly, looking at Grimmjow. "My comrades... I'll protect them myself!"

"Crescent Moon Sky Slash—!"

boom----!

This is his full-power Crescent Moon Slash to date.

Perhaps it is also the strongest.

Although he was stronger when fighting Ryougi Shiki, he did not use Getsuga Tenshou at that time.

Defeat this guy!

Defeat him!

"ha--!"

Grimmjow stretched out a hand in Ichigo Kurosaki's direction, and it collided with the black crescent moon.

Then it was swept directly into the sky.

"What? Is this all you've got?"

"!!" Ichigo Kurosaki's pupils contracted slightly: "Impossible..."

His Crescent Moon Strike was indeed his full power, but how could such a powerful Crescent Moon Strike leave him with no injuries?

“You’re really weak, Shinigami!” Grimmjow stretched out his hand and said to Ichigo Kurosaki, “You don’t even seem worth killing.”

Buzz—!

Spiritual pressure began to gather in his hand: "So be it—if you can survive this attack, I'll mercifully spare your life, how about that?"

Looking at Ichigo Kurosaki's face, he laughed again: "Yeah, right! Die!"

Cero!

"Aaaaaahh ...

Kurosaki Ichigo's face was grim as he held his black blade in front of him to block the Cero.

But... that's amazing!

His body was trembling, and his Shinigami armor was torn apart by the attack.

"Crescent Moon... Sky Slash!!"

"Huff... Haha..." Kurosaki Ichigo gasped for breath, his entire body covered in blood, feeling as if he couldn't stand up.

boom--

"Tch, looks like it's over, Shinigami." Grimmjow landed on the ground, stepping on Ichigo Kurosaki's head with a bored expression. "Is this all you've got?"

silky—

The next moment, Grimjow's pupils contracted slightly.

Completely different from before, a large amount of black spiritual pressure erupted from Ichigo Kurosaki's body.

boom----

"Hahaha—!" Kurosaki Ichigo, whose face gradually revealed a mask, laughed maniacally, his Zanpakuto slashing a black crescent moon towards Grimmjow.

"Haa...haa..." Grimmjow spat out a spray of blood, his Zanpakuto already drawn: "What...is this power?"

"Hahaha————!" As more and more masks covered his body and even his injuries healed rapidly, Ichigo Kurosaki didn't say anything, he just kept attacking.

"You... are you a Hollow?" Grimmjow said, feeling the power from the blade that had crossed his lines. "Anyway... whatever you are, things are starting to get interesting!"

Chapter 1101 Battle Four

Boom boom boom boom————

"Am I too late..." Madarame Ikkaku said through gritted teeth, looking at the area covered by countless Hollow bullets.

Although we don't know who this Arrancar is fighting, this is the only place we can come and help.

Renji Abarai has already gone to Ichigo Kurosaki's side.

As for Toshiro Hitsugaya... well, he's the captain of the 10th Division, so he doesn't need any help, right?

Then there's the matter of Ryougi and Mi...

No help is needed at all.

Even as a member of the Eleventh Division, he didn't know Ryougi Kazuya's true strength, only that the guy was very strong, and even Kenpachi Zaraki might not be his match.

That's probably why he was able to become the vice-captain of the Eleventh Division.

So there's no need to worry.

But... the spiritual pressure here is unfamiliar. Although it's not weak, can it really withstand the attacks of the Arrancar here?

With this in mind, Madarame Ikkaku and Ayasegawa Yumichika rushed over, only to find this situation.

"hateful--!"

However, Yammy, the 'victor,' couldn't muster a smile. Looking at the dust-covered area, he conjured a Cero from his chin and fired it: "Still can't break your shield?!"

"A corner... the spiritual pressure inside is still there, no... it hasn't weakened at all." Ayasegawa Yumichika said, looking at the dissipating smoke and dust, and the shield that was revealed, "It withstood so many attacks from that Hollow without a single scratch... that shield..."

"Damn it—!"

Yammy charged forward with a shout, his huge fists pounding against the shield, making loud thuds, but to no avail.

thump—

Yammy had just whirled around and moved behind the shield, intending to attack from behind, but—the shield had somehow reappeared in front of him, blocking his attack!

Spin! Spin! Spin!

No matter how many times you change positions, no matter what direction you face, no matter where you launch your attack...

The shield was always in front of him.

"Damn blessing—!!" Yammy roared, "Get out of that turtle shell!!"

“…That’s about it, I’ve reached my limit.” Mash’s hand trembled slightly as she watched Yammy’s hand holding the shield turn slightly as he attacked again.

"What—!?" The next moment, Yammy's pupils contracted slightly as he watched his fist meet the shield, a counterforce emanating from the shield—

*Pfft*

My finger is broken.

His bones began to twist, and blood gushed out rapidly from his entire body.

"Hey...we didn't need to come at all, didn't we? Isn't this...already over?!"

“…Hoo…” Mash exhaled and removed her shield, looking at Yammy lying motionless on the ground.

It seems to be just one of the abilities of her Shikai. Her shield can not only block other people's attacks, but also store a part of the power of the attack. Then, when an enemy's attack collides with the shield, she can unleash all the stored power and counterattack.

The limit she mentioned earlier refers to this.

The accumulated power has reached its limit; it can no longer accumulate any more.

Some say, 'Attack is the best defense.' But it's different for Mash.

For her, 'defense is the best offense.'

“It’s over. You can no longer fight,” Mash said, looking at Yammy lying on the ground.