"The price, huh," Ishida Ryuken lightly adjusted his glasses and showed a carefree smile, "Honorable king of Hueco Mundo, I am already alone. If you can help me get revenge, what harm is there in giving up this body of mine?"
This was his true feeling, and the resolution he had made before coming here.
Before he came, he had not done nothing.
He tried countless methods, even dissecting his deceased wife's body to find the cause of death.
But even so, he could not find the real reason she died.
Maybe his old father knew something, but seeing his father hesitate to speak and remain silent even at his wife's funeral made him know that his father could not be relied on.
If that was the case, then he could only use his own methods to avenge his deceased wife.
For that, what harm would there be in making a deal with a devil?
In life, some things are higher than others.
"Grimmjow."
Rosse suddenly called out.
"Here!"
Grimmjow rose from the Sixth seat stood up with a feral grin, clenching his fists and glaring at Ishida Ryuken.
He had been told before the newcomer arrived that the man might take his position.
However, if the man chose to join them, he would fight him.
If he lost, he would voluntarily step down to the fourteenth and give the sixth position to the other.
"Hey, new guy, beat me, and our king will tell you what you want to know, and I'll give you my position," Grimmjow shouted.
"Only the sixth?", Ishida Ryuken frowned slightly and looked with surprise at the long-haired woman sitting in the Fifth seat.
In his estimation, if he had to prove his strength, it would be by fighting that person, or the Fortieth who had escorted him.
But unexpectedly, it would be the Sixth. Was that an insult?
"Then let's try."
Ishida Ryuken had no strong pride to protect; he simply wanted to know the basis for Rosse's judgment.
"Begin the contest. Whoever kills the other first will take the sixth."
Rosse smiled lightly and snapped his fingers.
Pop!
Suddenly the arena changed.
A blood-colored world enveloped the entire space and everyone entered this special realm.
This was Unohana's Bankai, simulated with the Enrakyoten.
"Kill him, huh?", Ishida Ryuken frowned slightly, uncomfortable with this cold method, but he accepted quickly.
This would also reduce a lot of psychological burden.
He raised his left hand and aimed it at Grimmjow.
Buzz!
A short gray spiritual bow formed in his hand, and dozens of Sacred Annihilation Arrows shot toward Grimmjow, like an unending barrage.
"Don't underestimate me!"
Grimmjow grinned, activated his movement skill, and in an instant crossed the hundred meters to appear behind Ishida Ryuken.
But at the moment he appeared, he found that Ishida Ryuken had already turned his left hand; a Sacred Annihilation Arrow was fired at the back of his head.
"Not bad at space manipulation, but your movement is too obvious."
BOOM!
The blast's aftershocks splashed wildly, sending ripples through the blood-colored world.
"Pfft! This stupid leopard is too weak. Is he already done for?"
Lilynette, seated in the Second seat, laughed. Her normal-state spiritual pressure couldn't see through the environment, but that did not stop her from commenting.
"Not yet, but he's no match for that man."
Harribel commented coldly, instantly seeing the gap between the two.
Although their spiritual pressure was not on completely different scales, their brains and experience were on entirely different levels.
Compared to Ishida Ryuken, Grimmjow was a reckless brawler who fought on instinct.
"You bastard!"
When the smoke cleared, a somewhat disheveled Grimmjow appeared.
"Not killed? That is Adjuchas-class armor, right? Your spiritual pressure probably can't reach Vasto Lorde level. Then next time increase the power."
Ishida Ryuken said calmly as he slid backward with his flying footwork, putting distance between himself and Grimmjow.
He looked like an archer avoiding close combat with a warrior.
After creating distance, he continued the dense barrage of shots toward Grimmjow.
"So annoying, buzzing like a fly. Squeal, leopard king!"
Grimmjow roared, a vast deep-blue spiritual pressure appearing like thunder and sweeping the area.
At the same time his body changed.
White, leopard-like skin and features appeared over his body, making his form more streamlined like a leopard.
"So this is an Arrancar's release? Even after release the spiritual pressure is only at the usual level of those people. I guess this is your limit."
Facing Grimmjow's release, Ishida Ryuken did not even frown; he even had time to analyze.
By his perception, even after Grimmjow's release his spiritual pressure did not match Ulquiorra's normal level.
This spiritual pressure was certainly much stronger, but a Quincy did not rely on spiritual pressure but on manipulating reishi.
As long as the spiritual pressure gap did not make perception impossible, the fight could still be fought.
"What are you mumbling about?"
Grimmjow's voice suddenly came from behind Ishida Ryuken, and immediately his claw-like hand reached for Ishida Ryuken's heart.
"Nothing much, just thinking that your current strength is only now worth me taking a bit more seriously."
Ishida Ryuken did not even turn his head. The gray short bow rested under his arm, and he fired a Sacred Annihilation Arrow at Grimmjow behind him.
BOOM!
Their attacks hit each other almost simultaneously.
"How is that possible?"
Grimmjow cried out in astonishment, staring at the back of Ishida Ryuken in disbelief.
His full-power thrust had not pierced Ishida Ryuken's heart.
"That's a Quincy silent-blood armor, which greatly increases defense," Kurosaki Masaki, sitting in the Eighth seat, could not help but speak up.
She and Grimmjow were not very familiar, but watching the Las Noches people being toyed with by Ishida Ryuken, she felt she had to do something.
Not for herself, but to let Rosse protect them well.
These future colleagues, if treated well, might have opportunities to protect each other.
"Heh! Kurosaki, you're still the same as before, sticking your nose into other people's business," Ishida Ryuken said lightly, instantly drawing a handle-shaped object from his waist.
In an instant, reishi light shone along it.
This time, he did not wait for Kurosaki Masaki to introduce it and explained himself, "This sword is called the Seele Schneider. It is the only close-combat weapon of the Quincy, made of reishi. The blade vibrates three million times per second. Its purpose is not to wound enemies physically, but to use vibration to disrupt the cohesion of an opponent's reishi."
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