Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1261 I am already invincible!

"What's wrong? You are so arrogant!"

Grimmjow said, ignoring the conversation between Busujima Saeko and Ulquiorra.

"To deal with a guy like you, why would I need to send out two Espadas? I alone am enough!"

"I, Grimmjow, never need to rely on others to prove my strength!"

"Well, your arrogance ends here. There is one thing you may not know yet. We, the Arrancar, are the evolved forms that were born when the Hollows broke the boundary between the Shinigami and the Hollows. This evolution has given us powers that surpass ordinary Hollows and Shinigami. In addition to the Hollow's abilities to devour and flash, we also have the Shinigami's unique abilities of Zanpakutō and spiritual pressure control. More importantly, we, the Arrancar, can also release our Zanpakutō like the Shinigami, thereby raising our power to a whole new level!"

He spoke slowly, his voice revealing an indescribable contempt and sarcasm.

His spiritual pressure began to rise continuously, surging like the waves of the ocean, spreading out in all directions.

"This is what we call Return to the Blade! When in the Return to the Blade state, our strength will take a qualitative leap. Whether it's speed, strength or spiritual pressure, they will all reach an unprecedented height. And I, Grimmjow, will show my truest form in the Return to the Blade state, so that you can see what true strength is!"

As he spoke, Grimmjow's spiritual pressure suddenly surged, as if countless forces were gathering and surging in his body.

This powerful force created strong wind pressure in the surroundings, making the surrounding air seem to be torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound.

"Squeak, Leopard King!"

Following Grimmjow's loud shout, a dazzling blue light suddenly burst out from his body.

This light was like a bright star, illuminating everything around. In this blue light, Grimmjow's form also changed dramatically.

The white Death Tyrant suit on his body instantly disappeared without a trace, and turned into a white skeleton material covering his entire body. This material emitted a faint fluorescence, as if it was composed of some mysterious energy.

Sharp blades appeared on both sides of his arms, flashing with cold light, as if they could easily cut everything.

A white bone-like material like a forehead protector also appeared on his forehead, adding a bit of majesty and dominance to him. The mask on his side face disappeared, revealing his handsome and cold face.

Grimmjow in his Return to Blade state seemed to have turned into a real leopard, full of wildness and strength.

"Did you see that? This is my true form! This is my true strength!"

Grimmjow looked at Luther coldly.

As Grimmjow finished speaking, his body immediately flashed and disappeared from the spot as if he had teleported.

Then, in the next moment, he appeared in front of Luther and punched him.

This punch carried an overwhelming force, as if it was going to destroy everything.

Luther blocked it with his black knife.

However, this was just the beginning. Grimmjow's figure began to flash wildly, attacking Luther from all directions.

His speed was like a ghost, making it hard to predict. Every attack he made carried destructive force, as if he wanted to completely devour Luther.

"See? After entering the Return to Blade state, my speed and strength have both made a qualitative leap! I am no longer the person you can imagine! I am even stronger now! You have no chance of winning!"

Grimmjow's voice was full of pride and sarcasm, as if he had seen Luther's utter despair.

"Death, just feel the difference in absolute power to your heart's content! And then be completely desperate! Now I am invincible! No one can stop me from moving forward!"

After hearing Grimmjow's nonsense and seeing that Mr. Luther had no ability to fight back, Busujima Saeko became anxious.

"Woman, I advise you to just stand there and don't move, otherwise, I will attack you."

Ulquiorra's spiritual pressure immediately suppressed Busujima Saeko.

With Busujima Saeko's spiritual pressure, she was no match for Ulquiorra and was defeated easily. She stood there trembling, unable to move.

If the soul is not strong enough, no matter how many come, they will die. Unlike the domineering domineering in One Piece, the spiritual pressure is an absolute numerical crushing. Unless it is a mechanical monster, it cannot contend at all.

Looking at Luther who stood still and allowed his torrent of attacks to pour down on him, Grimmjow curled up the corners of his mouth into a cruel smile. That smile contained mockery of his opponent's inability to resist and confidence in his own strength.

"Why, you can't keep up with my speed? This is ridiculous. I haven't even tried my best!"

Grimmjow's words were like a sharp blade in the cold wind, cutting through the air with unquestionable arrogance.

As he finished speaking, his figure accelerated strangely again, as if breaking through the limits of physics, and transformed into silver lightning, shuttling across the battlefield.

Each attack carried enough power to tear apart space, like a violent storm, bombarding Luther mercilessly.

Busujima Saeko's eyes were fixed on the fierce battle, however, Grimmjow's speed was so fast that she could only catch a series of blurry afterimages in her sight. They surged towards Luther like a tide, and each afterimage contained enough energy to destroy everything.

The deafening roar and the spectacular sight of the rolling air waves made even someone as calm as Busujima Saeko secretly worry for Luther.

Her worries were not unfounded. After all, everything before her seemed so one-sided, and Luther seemed to be completely at a disadvantage, without any ability to fight back.

However, the world of battle is often much more complicated than it appears, and many times, what we see is not necessarily the truth.

Busujima Saeko's worry was actually a misunderstanding of Luther's strength, because Luther's condition was far from as desperate as she imagined.

Grimmjow's attack was indeed as he said, swift and fierce, and each blow was enough to shock the soul.

With the blessing of the Return to Blade state, his strength and speed reached unprecedented heights, as if he was a demon crawling out of the abyss, carrying the breath of destroying everything.

Every punch and kick of his was accompanied by the distortion of space and the explosion of air, demonstrating a terrifying power beyond that of mortals.

(End of this chapter)