Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1263 That’s it?

After unleashing that earth-shaking move, Grimmjow took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, as if he had just emerged from a protracted battle.

He looked down. The blue-green light released by his Void Flash was like the sky at dawn, beautiful yet carrying a destructive power that should not be underestimated.

There was a complex mix of emotions in his voice, as if he was lamenting the end of the battle, and also regretting not having had enough fun.

"finished."

These words came out of his mouth slowly, with a hint of barely perceptible melancholy.

Grimmjow's desire to fight was like a wildfire that never really extinguished, but even though his heart was burning with fighting spirit, he could only suppress the boiling blood at this moment.

He shared the same understanding as Ulquiorra, believing that there was no way Luther would survive after taking on his "King's Hollow Flash" that was powerful enough to change the color of mountains and rivers.

After all, that was an attack from the top of their Hueco Mundo, and even the powerful God of Death would find it difficult to resist.

Although Grimmjow did not listen intentionally to the conversation between Saeko Busujima and Ulquiorra, he heard every word of it.

However, his attention never shifted from the center of the battlefield, and he did not pay too much attention to Busujima Saeko, a woman whose spiritual pressure was so weak that she was not even at the captain level.

In his eyes, such weaklings were like ants and were not worth wasting any energy on.

But then, Wang Xu's flash was defeated, and Luther appeared unharmed.

This scene, like a ray of sunshine in winter, instantly illuminated everyone's hearts, especially Busujima Saeko.

Her face lit up with joy, and her bright eyes sparkled with incredible joy.

"Sure enough, I knew you wouldn't die so easily!"

Busujima Saeko's voice was a little excited and a little relieved, as if at this moment, all the worries and fears had disappeared.

However, Grimmjow's reaction was completely different from Busujima Saeko's.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. He scanned Luther's body repeatedly, trying to find even the slightest scar, but the result shocked him.

Luther stood there, neatly dressed and unharmed, as if the devastating attack had never happened.

A huge wave of emotion surged in Grimmjow's heart.

You know, the "King's Flash" he just released is the most destructive move he can perform. Even if it is a strong enemy, after taking this move head-on, he will definitely be killed or injured, let alone be unscathed.

The scene before him completely overturned his cognition and made it difficult for him to accept it for a while.

He even began to wonder if he was hallucinating, but the cruel reality told him that all this was really happening, and no matter how much he didn't want to believe it, the facts would not change.

"That's impossible! How could it be possible that you were not hurt at all after being hit by that move?"

Grimmjow's voice was filled with shock and disbelief, as well as a hint of anger after being provoked.

He couldn't understand why Luther could withstand his full-strength attack so easily.

Hearing this, Luther curled up the corners of his mouth into a faint smile, which showed both his anticipation of Grimmjow's reaction and his confidence in his own strength.

"Disappointed?"

Hearing Luther's words, Grimmjow was stunned for a moment, then burst into wild laughter. In that laughter, there was both recognition of Luther's strength and anticipation for a more intense battle.

"No! That's how it should be! That's how I'm worth defeating you, Death God!"

Grimmjow's words were full of challenges, and his eyes were flashing with the flames of battle, as if at this moment, he had found a true opponent, one who was worth his all to defeat.

As Grimmjow roared, huge blue claw blades of light suddenly released from his hands. That was his unique skill - "Claws of the Panther King".

The light blades drew brilliant tracks in the air, like the brightest stars in the night sky, dazzling and dangerous.

Each blade of light contains a terrifying force that is enough to tear apart space, making people afraid to approach it.

"My blood is boiling to its boiling point!"

Grimmjow swung his arms, and the sharp blade that flashed with faint blue light cut through the air, and with a sharp whistle, it pounced on Luther again.

Seeing this, Luther curled up a faint smile. His movements seemed casual, but in fact they contained unfathomable power.

The black knife seemed to have life in his hand. As it danced gently, it brushed past Grimmjow's attack trajectory in an elusive trajectory. The light posture seemed to be teasing an overconfident child.

"Is that all?"

Luther's words were calm and profound, but they were like a heavy hammer, hitting Grimmjow's heart hard.

A hint of anger flashed in Grimmjow's eyes, but he quickly transformed this emotion into a stronger fighting spirit.

"No! It's not over yet! You better be careful with this move!"

After he finished speaking, his figure suddenly accelerated, and the blue blades in his hands seemed to turn into a swirling storm, cutting through the space at an astonishing speed, heading straight for Luther.

Wherever the sharp blade passed, the air seemed to be split in two, making bursts of tearing sounds.

Facing this overwhelming attack, Luther's expression remained calm, and his eyes seemed to be able to see through all illusions.

"That's enough."

Then, the black knife was swung down suddenly, like a black lightning that cut through the night sky.

There was a flash of knife light, and Grimmjow's sharp blade attack that was spinning like the wind was split into two in an instant. Then, Grimmjow was hit hard to the ground by this irresistible force.

boom--!
After a deafening bang, the ground seemed to be hit by a huge hammer, and a huge dent appeared, with dust and gravel flying everywhere.

Grimmjow's body fell heavily, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and there was both unwillingness and shock in his eyes.

He had never encountered such a powerful opponent. Luther's strength was far beyond his expectations.

At this moment, Luther's words rang out again, and as his words fell, an unprecedented spiritual pressure began to condense on the black knife.

This spiritual pressure is so strong and profound that even powerful Hollows like Grimmjow and Ulquiorra cannot accurately perceive its true limits.

The spiritual pressure that Luther released actively was like an invisible ocean, surrounding them deeply and making people feel awe.

Although it was impossible to accurately measure the specific strength of Luther's spiritual pressure, the biological instinct in Grimmjow's body issued the most primitive warning at this moment.

(End of this chapter)