Bleach: The Strongest Shinigami-Chapter 231 ⥤ Hurry Up and Kneel to Sing "Conquest"!

A violent pillar of Reiatsu shot skyward, illuminating the pitch-black sky as bright as day. Within the light pillar, a man with a red mohawk let out an ear-splitting roar.

"Who dares to fight me!"

With his tyrannical aura matched by the scorching flames rising around him, Bazz-B stood like a deity in the inferno, his contemptuous eyes sweeping across all directions.

⤫ Burning Stomp! ⤬

Seeing no response, he stomped the ground fiercely. Instantly, flames exploded outward in rings, sending shocking waves of pressure in all directions from his position.

Several approaching Hollows were immediately sent flying, leaving scorched marks across the white sand.

Among the Hollows, Grimmjow narrowed his eyes, noting this guy's familiar fighting style.

As expected of someone trained by the God-King. Every move carried His Majesty's style, even down to his shouting. And that intense heat...

Sensing Bazz-B's strength, excitement sparked in Grimmjow's heart.

The God-King truly lived up to his name. Even after going to the Wandenreich, he still thought of them. Knowing they lacked worthy opponents, he'd brought a well-trained warrior to Hueco Mundo.

Such kindness would never be forgotten!

Just as Bazz-B swung his arm to form a flame whip, a man suddenly grabbed the falling fiery strand.

"Hey mohawk, I'll fight you!" Grimmjow declared, letting the fierce flames scorch his skin as a savage smile spread across his face.

Hearing the nickname, Bazz-B started to bristle, but upon seeing Grimmjow's smile, he suddenly froze.

"Your expression looks familiar."

Grimmjow paused, unconsciously touching his face with his free left hand. "Is that so?"

"Whatever, my flames are dying for a fight!" Bazz-B matched his smile, "You better bring out your full strength. If I accidentally kill you, someone's going to hold me accountable. Though I'm not afraid of him, it would still be troublesome."

Grimmjow's grin widened, "Who wins and who loses isn't decided yet! Don't underestimate the Panther King who's been training hard every day!"

As his words fell, a brilliant pillar of Reiatsu burst skyward, violently tearing open the crimson sky and filling half the heavens. Heavy pressure crashed down, making the sand surface sink beneath them.

But Bazz-B showed no fear — instead, excitement blazed across his face.

This is more like it!

Fighting that Hashirama guy had never brought him true battle joy. Every time he developed new techniques and unleashed his full power, that man would crush him with a single punch, denying him any chance to fight back.

But this opponent was different. Though his movements carried familiar traces in both Reiatsu and stance, he was a worthy adversary through and through.

He would defeat him and bring him back to the empire for thorough training!

Flames burned in Bazz-B's eyes as he raised his right hand, fingers closing into a tight fist. His white garment burst at the shoulders as scorching flames erupted from his shoulder bones like rocket boosters, propelling his right arm forward with a piercing whistle.

⤫ Burner Punch 1! ⤬

Grimmjow showed an equally fierce grin as he drew his sword. A flash of blood red burst from his palm, staining his hand. A flood of brilliant blue light surged forth, condensing into a massive orb with twisted, serrated patterns that made the surrounding space creak eerily.

⤫ Gran Rey Cero ⥤ King Hollow Flash! ⤬

Their attacks collided instantly.

BOOM!!!

Amid the explosive roar, their howls shook the heavens as enormous waves spread in all directions. The ground cracked and howling hurricanes rose from the earth, turning the battlefield into a scene of doomsday.

In the surging brilliant light, both figures were sent flying backward, plowing deep furrows in the scorched sand.

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Grimmjow excitedly looked at Bazz-B, his smile both savage and thrilled.

"Good, very good! You're worthy of knowing my name! Séptima Lanza, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez!"

Bazz-B wiped blood from the corner of his mouth, his lips spreading into a grin.

"You're not bad either. Remember my name. Sternritter, Schrift { H }, Bazz-B!"

After introducing themselves, they erupted simultaneously with shocking presence. Skyward flames and brilliant Reiatsu collided, creating a magnificent scene.

The deep sky was dyed red and blue.

Without hesitation, both men stomped the ground simultaneously. As cracks opened below, two streams of light rushed toward each other, beginning their physical clash.

Blut Vene VS Hierro!

Raw power clashed without fancy moves — fist against fist. Terrible shock waves burst forth as their fists collided, skin cracked, and blood splattered. Both men's expressions were twisted like demons.

Soon, both Bazz-B and Grimmjow were covered in wounds.

Perhaps because they were so immersed in enjoying the battle, neither noticed their fighting styles were almost identical, as if cut from the same mold.

Shōryūken (Rising Dragon Fist), Tatsumaki Senpūkyaku (Tornado Whirlwind Leg), Hadōken (Wave-Motion Fist) or Shakunetsu Hadōken (Scorching Heat Surge Fist)!

{T/N: Yes, our dear MC is training these guys in the Ansatsuken. Street Fighter forever!}

Though it was a clash of blood and flesh, something strange marked their style.

After several exchanges, Bazz-B realized he couldn't defeat his opponent in his current state. His brief moment of consideration proved costly — Grimmjow's rush punch sent him flying, his flame-wreathed figure tracing a scorched path across the sky.

He crashed hard into the sand, exploding into towering waves of silver-white.

Bazz-B crawled from the sand pit, shook his dazed head, and cast aside his thoughts.

What use was there in thinking so much? If he didn't take down his opponent, he'd have to keep getting beaten up by that Hashirama guy!

Without further hesitation, he raised his right hand. As power gathered instantly, a crimson pillar of light shot skyward.

⤫ Vollständig: Uriel ⥤ Complete Holy Form: Fire of God! ⤬

{T/N: Thanks to a very kind person from the Bleach Reddit (TodenEngel) for these cool names he/she gave to all the other unnamed Vollständig.}

Under Grimmjow's surprised gaze, the light pillar formed a brilliant Quincy cross at the limit of vision. When the sound of shattering rang out, a new figure containing immense power walked out from within.

"This is the final form of a Quincy." With a cone-shaped star of the Quincy pentagram hovering above his head and staff-like double wings floating behind him, Bazz-B gazed confidently at Grimmjow, "Its name is Vollständig! Little kitty, kneel down and sing 'Conquest' for your master!"

Hearing these familiar words, Grimmjow's mouth twitched as he roared in fury, "You bastard, don't look down on me! You think you're the only one who can transform? The God-King isn't the type to play favorites!"

"Grind..."

⤫ Resurrección: Pantera ⥤ Returning Blade: Panther King! ⤬

Surging Reiatsu erupted like a tidal wave, howling in all directions. Bazz-B instinctively raised his hand to shield his face from the wind and sand.

When the solidified light faded, a transformed Hollow stood before him — a streamlined body, waist-length blue hair, both wild and menacing.

Grimmjow extended his right hand, sky-blue light patterns spreading across his five fingers, and declared with complete confidence:

"Come, let's begin round two!"

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Standing opposite Szayelaporro was a diminutive figure that barely reached his waist.

But with Bazz-B and Grimmjow's battle raging in the distance, he knew better than to underestimate anyone. Who could guess what kind of monster their astounding God-King would create?

"Gu..." Pernida made an inexplicable sound, devoid of malice.

Szayelaporro frowned in confusion.

Without Akira's expertise in creature communication, he couldn't decipher Pernida's meaning.

Sensing this, Reishi gathered in the air, forming characters one by one.

Szayelaporro squinted and read aloud, "Hello, I am Pernida Parnkgjas. I smell a familiar scent. Do you know Hashirama Senju?"

Looking down, he saw a pair of bulb-like eyes gleaming with kindness beneath the white cloak.

His mouth twitched. If he wasn't mistaken, this "familiar scent" must be from his research of Akira's Reiatsu.

Was this creature a bloodhound? How could it detect that? What manner of monster had their God-King discovered?

To protect His Majesty's identity, Szayelaporro shook his head, "I don't know him. Since you've invaded Hueco Mundo, you must pay the price."

He adjusted the bone glasses on his nose bridge, cutting a more elegant figure than the other Lanza rebels.

Pernida manipulated Reishi to form new text.

[Hashirama's orders are to capture you alive and bring you back to the empire. I will try not to kill you.]

As these words appeared, Szayelaporro watched the white cloak part, revealing a deathly pale right hand.

In an instant, overwhelming power erupted from the surrounding Reishi. Like an invisible giant's grip, an inexorable force seized and twisted his limbs and body.

Boom!!

A column of golden-pink Reiatsu shot skyward, shattering the binding force. Szayelaporro condensed a Reiatsu shield around himself, his eyes gleaming with newfound vigilance.

This unpredictable attack revealed the tremendous power hidden within that small frame. Had he not reacted in time, the strike would have twisted his limbs and temporarily incapacitated him.

[You dodged it?]

The Reishi text changed.

Pernida seemed somewhat surprised. Their brief exchange made it clear that subduing this opponent wouldn't be simple.

A massive pillar of Reishi gathered, shooting straight into the sky.

⤫ Vollständig: Zeruel ⥤ Complete Holy Form: Arm of God! ⤬

A circular Quincy cross materialized at the pillar's peak. With cracking sounds, countless fissures split the light pillar, erupting with brilliant points of Reishi like falling stars.

Pernida emerged with wings of light on his back, bulbous eyes fixed intently on Szayelaporro.

[Bring out your full power.]

Szayelaporro sighed helplessly, "I'm just a harmless researcher. Such forced combat is rather frightening."

Despite his words, he drew his Zanpakutō and licked the blade with perverse delight.

"Tear..."

⤫ Resurrección: Rey Cruel Fornicador ⥤ Returning Blade: Cruel King of Fornication! ⤬

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When the flood of Hollows and the Quincy army clashed, the war erupted.

Unlike wars in the Human World, anyone here could destroy a city — it was merely a question of efficiency.

Though individual Quincy foot soldiers couldn't match Hollows in raw strength, wars weren't decided by individual power unless it reached overwhelming levels.

The Wandenreich compensated with Schrifts and prodigies like Candice. Teams of three to five Quincy would form battle formations to surround single Hollows.

Yet these formations had evolved under someone's subtle guidance.

Instead of traditional Heilig Bogen or Heilig Pfeil ranged attacks, the Quincy now controlled Reishi to form weapon-like gauntlets called Heilig Handschuh. They also mastered a martial school known as the new Blut Style Arts.

Branch-like patterns decorated their bodies. At full power, they appeared to the Hollows as berserkers, charging forward with thunderous battle cries.

The Hollows and Arrancar eagerly embraced this fighting style. As both sides erupted into melee combat, they experienced what could only be described as a soul-deep thrill.

Indeed, the God-King/Captain spoke truth — trading blows was battle's true romance!

Following their leaders' orders, both Hollows and Quincy fought to capture rather than kill. Despite the brutal conditions and thunderous roars, none perished. At worst, combatants suffered serious wounds that took them out of the fight.

Everyone followed these orders without exception.

"Kekeke, have you witnessed the empire's iron hooves?" Akira crossed his arms, cackling like he'd kissed the Soul King Palace's newcomer, "Better kneel and sing 'Conquest' now. Otherwise, this Captain's iron fists aren't vegetarian."

{T/N: Senjumaru, for those who didn't get it.}

Starrk sighed helplessly, muttering, "Your Majesty, why rebel? Fighting is such a hassle. Besides, how could we possibly defeat you?"

As he spoke, Harribel, Nelliel, Ulquiorra, and Lilynette stood beside him.

Despite their numerical advantage, Starrk felt no confidence — after all, his opponent was the undefeated God-King of Las Noches.

Hearing these words, Akira flew into a rage, "Starrk, I placed such high hopes in you, even naming you Las Noches' Primer Cucharón de Salsa (First Sauce Dipper), yet you're so muddled and spiritless! How are you any different from dried salted fish? Fight me now, or I'll throw you into the Wandenreich as star rage fuel!"

Starrk: "..."

Seeing Blue Flames ignite around that person, his expression immediately changed, and he cast a pleading look at Lilynette.

"Kekeke, since you've sincerely requested it, I shall mercifully extend my aid!"

Under Akira's curious gaze, Lilynette flew above Starrk and placed her right hand on his head.

"Howl..."

⤫ Resurrección: Rey Lobo ⥤ Returning Blade: Wolf King! ⤬

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