Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1260 Grimmjow: You are so arrogant!
Facing this overwhelming attack, Luther seemed calm and composed.

He held the knife in one hand, and the black knife lay across his chest, like an insurmountable barrier.

Grimmjow's blade rained down on the black sword, making a crisp sound of metal colliding and sparks flying everywhere.

However, Luther's body was as solid as a rock. No matter how fierce Grimmjow's attacks were, he never took a step back, and even the arm holding the knife did not tremble at all.

"Your swordsmanship is totally messed up."

While defending, Luther calmly analyzed, "This haphazard slash is far inferior to your previous precise and powerful strike."

His voice was clearly heard by Grimmjow through the dense swordplay, but it seemed to be blown away by the wind, and there was no response.

Grimmjow had completely fallen into a frenzied fighting state. He simply could not hear Luther's words. His attacks became more and more fierce, and every swing of his sword was accompanied by hysterical determination.

He wanted to pour out all the humiliation and frustration through this endless blade.

"It's about time you face reality."

Luther's eyes were deep, like a valley that could see into people's hearts, staring directly at the figure in front of him who was so angry that he was almost out of control.

"Shut up!"

Grimmjow's roar exploded like thunder, echoing in the space shrouded in the atmosphere of battle.

His eyes were red, as if burning with rage, and his cheeks were distorted with extreme anger.

He suddenly freed one hand, palm facing up, and began to gather spiritual pressure.

It was an invisible yet powerful force. As his will became more focused, a depressing and heavy atmosphere began to permeate the air.

Soon, a dazzling red light flashed in Grimmjow's hand, which was a sign that the virtual flash was about to form.

The red light danced in his palm, like a ball of imprisoned flame, waiting for the moment to explode.

Grimmjow clenched his fists and tensed all the muscles in his body, as if he wanted to concentrate this strength to the limit.

"Shine! Death!"

Grimmjow roared, raised the Void in his hand, and smashed it towards Luther. The Void in his hand was like a bright fireball, with destructive power, as if it would swallow everything in it.

However, just as the fatal blow was about to be delivered, Luther kicked Grimmjow in the stomach with astonishing speed.

With this kick, the leg muscles tensed up like a taut bowstring, instantly releasing amazing explosive power.

Along with the transmission of a huge force, the spiritual pressure that Grimmjow had gathered in his hands was instantly dispersed, and the virtual flash that was about to take shape also dissipated without a trace in the air.

Grimmjow seemed to be hit by an invisible force and flew backwards.

His body drew a long parabola in the air, and his speed was so fast that his figure was almost invisible.

It was not until he flew for a distance that he slowly stopped with the help of air resistance.

As Grimmjow's body flew backwards in the air, his eyes were filled with astonishment and unwillingness.

He had never expected that Luther could resolve his attack so easily.

When he finally steadied himself and landed on the ground, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, causing him to cough several times.

He covered his chest and coughed violently, and every cough seemed to tear his internal organs apart.

His face was filled with pain and ferocity, and his eyes contained both unwillingness and deep hatred for Luther.

It seemed as if he truly realized for the first time that the god of death before him was not an opponent he could easily defeat.

"Quonone! Death!" Grimmjow's voice was low and hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat. Although his expression was still ferocious, he did not rush forward directly this time.

Luther looked at Grimmjow quietly, his deep eyes revealing an indescribable calmness and indifference.

He spoke slowly: "It seems that excessive anger has calmed you down. Anger often makes people lose their rationality, and fighting without rationality will only lead you to failure faster."

"Ah! Yes! My anger has reached its limit now."

Grimmjow sneered, and that smile contained both self-mockery and a deep provocation to Luther.

"I'm too lazy to think about anything other than beating you. But it's precisely because of this that I feel my brain is calmer than ever before!"

"This calmness makes me realize more clearly that you are my target, my prey!"

His words revealed a kind of determination and madness, as if he had put his own life and death aside just to defeat Luther.

However, Luther just looked at him coldly, without any fluctuation in his eyes.

"Really? But unfortunately, you can't defeat me. The difference in strength cannot be made up by anger or calmness."

Grimmjow's mouth curled up into a sneer, that smile was full of confidence and arrogance.

"You can only remain calm now! You will soon know the consequences of angering me. I will let you know what true despair is!"

"Do you still think you have a chance of winning?"

Luther asked calmly, "Or..."

He paused suddenly and glanced towards the ground.

When his eyes passed Ulquiorra, they paused.

At this moment, Ulquiorra also raised his head, and their eyes met in the air.

It was a silent communication and collision, as if the contest between two strong men had quietly begun.

There was a depth and indifference in Ulquiorra's eyes, as if he had seen through everything about Luther.

After Luther retracted his gaze, he looked back at Grimmjow and said, "You want to ask him to come and help? Do you think this can change the situation?"

When Busujima Saeko heard Luther's words, she quickly looked at Ulquiorra.

If he were to take action, even if I were not his opponent, I would have to help Mr. Luther.

Ulquiorra looked at Busujima Saeko calmly.

"Don't be nervous, woman. I won't do anything."

Ulquiorra said.

Grimmjow was stunned for a moment, then threw his head back and laughed.

There was a kind of madness and sarcasm in his laughter.

"what happened?"

Luther asked coldly, without any fluctuation or emotion in his voice.

Grimmjow was stunned for a moment, then he threw his head back and laughed. His laughter contained both mockery of Luther's arrogance and confidence in his own strength.

(End of this chapter)