Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1259 I’m Just a Passing Death
Busujima Saeko once thought that they might never meet again in this life, but unexpectedly, fate quietly paved the way for their reunion at this moment.

Thinking of this, Busujima Saeko couldn't help but feel a little relieved. With such a powerful spiritual pressure appearing, the arrival of Mr. Luther seemed reasonable.

"What exactly happened? Why did such a strong spiritual pressure suddenly emerge in the real world? Where did this power come from?"

There was a hint of urgency in Busujima Saeko's tone.

Luther said.

"You have already searched for relevant information on the Internet, so I will not repeat the basic settings. In short, this spiritual pressure comes from Hueco Mundo, and an unknown existence is trying to cross from Hueco Mundo to the real world. What you feel is the result of their unconscious leakage of power when they cross the gap between the two worlds. As for the specific source of this spiritual pressure, it may be more intuitive to witness it with your own eyes than to describe it verbally."

"Witness it with your own eyes?"

Busujima Saeko's brows furrowed again, her eyes full of confusion.

She looked around; there was nothing but the silence of the night and the breeze.

She didn't understand what Luther was referring to, as there was clearly no one around.

Just as she was about to ask, Luther's expression suddenly became solemn, as if he had caught some indescribable signal.

"coming!"

As the words fell, the entire space seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force, and a black hole with a diameter of several meters appeared silently above the open space, like a black hole in the universe, swallowing up all the light and sound around it.

Then, two figures dressed in pure white Death Tyrant costumes slowly walked out of the black hole. Their steps were steady and powerful, and every step seemed to leave an indelible mark in the space.

The appearance of these two people was like a bomb of spiritual pressure exploding. The air around them instantly became heavy, as if an invisible boulder was pressing on the chest, making it difficult to breathe.

Reiatsu, the unique power fluctuation between the gods of death and the hollows, now surged like a substance, forming visible ripples that quickly spread out in all directions with the two people as the center.

Wherever it went, the grass and trees trembled and the branches and leaves swayed, as if paying tribute to the owner of this power; the air seemed to be solidified in an instant, even the breeze disappeared, and the whole world fell into deathly silence.

With the arrival of these two people, the intensity of the surrounding spiritual pressure soared at an astonishing speed, reaching an unprecedented height, as if the entire world was shaking.

It was an almost tangible feeling of oppression, like being crushed by a 10,000-ton ship, making Busujima Saeko feel an unprecedented burden. Her shoulders seemed to carry the weight of the entire world. Her legs trembled slightly and she could hardly stand.

Having already finished watching all the content of "Bleach", she recognized the two people who walked out of the hole at a glance - Ulquiorra and Grimmjow!
These two names exploded in her mind like thunder, making her face turn pale as paper in an instant.

Ulquiorra, the Arrancar known for his calmness and strength, his very existence is a deterrent; and Grimmjow, the guy known for his wildness and desire to fight, is even more terrifying.

The two of them were completely different from the Hollows she had dealt with before, and were on another level entirely.

Even when facing the Great Hollow Gillian, Busujima Saeko was not completely sure of winning, let alone facing these two Arrancar at the same time?

As soon as they arrived, Ulquiorra and Grimmjow felt the spiritual pressure emanating from Busujima Saeko, which made them turn their eyes over.

However, when they saw Luther standing in front of Busujima Saeko, a hint of surprise flashed in both of their eyes.

"A god of death stationed in this world? You're unlucky to run into me."

Grimmjow sneered, his tone full of disdain and provocation. His voice was low and hoarse, like the whispers of hell, chilling people's hearts.

"Hey, your spiritual pressure seems to be very strong, are you the captain of the Shinigami?"

He said to Luther, with a hint of curiosity and amusement in his tone.

Hearing this, Luther still maintained a calm expression on his face, and he said lightly: "No, I'm just passing by."

However, Grimmjow obviously didn't believe him.

In his opinion, a person who can emit such a powerful spiritual pressure can never be an ordinary person.

So he decisively drew out the Zanpakuto at his waist and slashed at Luther.

The blade drew a brilliant trail in the air, accompanied by a whistling sound, as if it was about to split the space in two.

Looking at Grimmjow's blade coming at him, Luther calmly drew out the black knife from his waist. The knife was as black as ink, with a faint glow flowing on the blade. Luther swung it lightly, and the black knife collided with Grimmjow's blade.

clang!
With a crisp sound of metallic collision, Grimmjow was instantly blown away, and his body took several steps backwards in the air before he stabilized himself.

He stared blankly at his trembling hands, a look of disbelief flashing in his eyes.

That seemingly ordinary black knife actually completely suppressed his power at the moment of confrontation!

Then, Grimmjow's eyes turned blood red, and he let out a deafening roar: "This is impossible!"

His voice was filled with anger and unwillingness, as if he was questioning the rules of this world.

There was a gleam of disbelief in Busujima Saeko's eyes. She had never expected that Mr. Luther's strength would be so strong.

In her opinion, being able to force a figure like Grimmjow to retreat was already an extraordinary feat.

Not to mention Ulquiorra, he was very clear about Grimmjow's strength. Although he was not as strong as himself, he was not someone the God of Death could contend with. In his opinion, the spiritual pressure emitted by Luther was definitely not as good as Grimmjow's.

But now it was Grimmjow who was being repelled by him?

"I... I was actually beaten back? Moreover, I was beaten back by a third-rate guy like you! How is this possible?!"

Grimmjow's voice was filled with incredible anger and unwillingness, his face was distorted by the violent fluctuations of emotions, and his eyes seemed to be spewing flames.

Luther said, "Grimmjow, reality is often more cruel than imagination. You must accept one fact now - my strength is superior to yours."

Grimmjow's expression instantly turned ferocious. He could not accept this fact and roared, "You actually said you are stronger than me?! Don't be ridiculous!!! How could a lowly god of death like you have power that surpasses mine?!"

With a roar, he rushed towards Luther again like a raging beast, the blade in his hand flashing with cold light, and every swing was sharp and swift enough to tear through space.

(End of this chapter)