Chapter 277: Fists Hardened
One after another, bursts of Reiatsu erupted like a volcanic explosion, sweeping across the battlefield and shaking the hearts of every Arrancar present like a raging tide.
This overwhelming Reiatsu carried an unfathomable destructive force, evoking both awe and fear.
Just sensing its presence was enough to make many Arrancar hesitate, their will to fight wavering as they dared not provoke such power.
However, there was one exception—Grimmjow.
He locked his gaze onto the lazy figure atop the sand dune, and the fury in his chest burned even hotter.
"You've got to be kidding me..."
Grimmjow muttered through clenched teeth.
"If you're this damn strong, why do you keep hiding? Are you messing with me on purpose!?"
His eyes blazed with rage, as if they could reduce everything in sight to ashes.
It wasn't simply that Starrk was stronger than him that made Grimmjow furious.
What truly infuriated him was the sheer humiliation of being disregarded—being treated like a fool.