Chapter 391 - 390: The Crimson Tide
The fact that Cang Du’s arm had been severed shocked even Bazz-B.
Cang Du’s Schrift, TheIron, gave him a defense few could match. It wasn’t flashy, but it was absolute. As long as his defense held, he could endure almost anything—and crush his enemies while they wasted their strength.
Until now.
Grimmjow’s savage claws had done nothing against him. His armor had been unbreakable—until Mazuru’s blade cleaved it apart in one strike.
Bazz-B exhaled slowly, his brow twitching. ’That kind of cutting power... is insane.’ he thought. ’Maybe only someone like that deserves to be called King of Hueco Mundo.’
The heat of his fury reignited. Flames roared once again around his body, and under his control, they gathered into a burning spiral, surging toward Mazuru.
Mazuru didn’t even glance at Cang Du, who stood nearby clutching his mutilated arm. He simply swung his saber. The heavy, crimson arc swept across the battlefield, colliding with the oncoming flames.
*Boom!*
A wave of scorching heat rolled outward, warping the air.
Cang Du gritted his teeth, hatred twisting his face. The humiliation of losing an arm burned hotter than Bazz-B’s fire—but beneath the rage was fear. That cut... that single cut... If Mazuru aimed that same blade at his head, he wouldn’t survive it.
As the clash between Mazuru and Bazz-B intensified, Cang Du quietly used Hirenkyaku to retreat, fleeing from the center of the battle.
He had barely moved when a voice drifted behind him—cold, mocking.