Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1264: Cut Down with Two Knives

Every inch of Grimmjow's skin, every cell, was trembling, as if some unspeakable danger was quietly approaching.

This intuition was the experience he had accumulated from countless times on the brink of life and death, and it told him that he would die!
If he doesn't find a way to avoid the coming attack, he will face an irreversible desperate situation.

An unprecedented fear surged in Grimmjow's heart, but he was a strong man in Hueco Mundo after all, and his pride and dignity did not allow him to retreat easily.

He tried to find a route to escape, but no matter how he planned, the breath of death followed him like a shadow, locking onto him tightly.

Luther's eyes were like a cold blade, piercing through the illusion and striking deep into his soul.

He understood that he had been completely targeted.

"Okay! In that case, let me personally experience how powerful your attack is!"

Grimmjow roared, his spiritual pressure boiling, like an enraged beast.

He once again condensed a blue flash of light in front of him, and the light was brighter and more intense than before.

At the same time, the "Leopard King's Claw" pattern on his body became clearer, flashing with cold light, revealing endless murderous intent.

Grimmjow poured all his spiritual pressure into the blue flash without reservation. His body could no longer bear the overload of spiritual power output. Tiny cracks appeared on the surface of his skin, and blood oozed out, dripping onto the ground and mixing with the dust.

"This is the only move that will determine the winner!"

Grimmjow's voice was hoarse and firm, and with his final roar, a blue beam of light several times thicker than before burst out from the void and rushed towards Luther like a raging wave.

That beam of light contained all of Grimmjow’s strength and will. It was his last struggle and his last hope—“The Flash of the Void King”!
At this moment, the entire space seemed to be torn apart by this force, the air was boiling, and the light was distorted.

Luther stood above the impact path of the surging blue light column. His figure was like an unshakable mountain. The black knife in his hand lay across his chest, flashing a faint cold light, as if it could swallow up all the light around him.

The blue beam of light was like an angry dragon, rushing towards Luther with a deafening roar and blinding light.

The beam of light contained Grimmjow's full-strength Void Flash, which was his powerful strength as the Arrancar No. 6, enough to turn everything into nothingness.

However, Luther did not show any intention of retreating. His eyes became sharper, as if he wanted to see through the beam of light.

At the moment when the beam of light was about to touch his body, Luther suddenly swung down the black knife in his hand.

With this swing, it seemed as if the weight of the entire world was condensed on the blade. A huge black sword pressure gushed out from the black knife, like a black dragon, rushing towards the blue light column with the momentum of destroying the world.

The collision of the black sword pressure and the blue light column instantly burst into dazzling light and deafening roar.

Under the impact of the black sword pressure, the blue light column seemed to be cut in two by a sharp blade, and then continued to attack Grimmjow with undiminished momentum.

The blue flash released by Grimmjow was like fragile glass in the face of the sword pressure, and was completely cut in half, while the sword pressure continued to surge towards him like an unstoppable torrent.

Grimmjow's pupils suddenly contracted at this moment, and his eyes were filled with fear and despair.

He quickly raised his hands, trying to resist the sword pressure that was enough to swallow him.

However, all this was in vain. The black sword pressure was like a sharp blade, easily cutting through his defense and instantly hitting his body.

“Ahhhhhhhhh!!!” Grimmjow let out a shrill scream, his Leopard King Claws instantly shattered under the pressure of the sword, and the blood vessels all over his body seemed to burst at this moment, blood gushing out of his body like a fountain. His body was like a burst water pipe, filled with despair and pain.

However, even so, Grimmjow still did not give up resistance.

He tried his best to resist the sword pressure, but the force was too strong and he couldn't resist it at all.

Just when Grimmjow was about to be completely cut in half by the dark sword pressure, a deep and powerful voice suddenly sounded in the air.

"Seal it down, Blackwing Demon!"

As the voice sounded, black raindrops suddenly began to fall from the sky.

These raindrops are not ordinary rain, but the materialized product of the highly condensed diffused spiritual pressure. They flash strange light in the air, as if carrying some kind of mysterious power.

As these black raindrops appeared, a powerful spiritual pressure far superior to Grimmjow's descended to the ground.

This spiritual pressure was as heavy as a mountain, making it difficult to breathe, as if the whole world was shrouded in this power at this moment.

Ulquiorra, the strongest among the Ten Espada, finally released his own blade at this moment.

His figure was looming in the black raindrops, like a demon walking out of hell.

He looked coldly at Grimmjow who was pushed to the limit by the sword pressure, and appeared in front of him in a flash.

A green energy spear suddenly appeared in Ulquiorra's hand. The spear seemed to be condensed from pure energy and emitted a dazzling light.

He swung his spear violently and charged towards Luther's sword.

The moment the energy spear hit the sword, Ulquiorra's hand holding the gun suddenly burst open, and blood dripped from his fingers onto the ground.

The force of this sword pressure was so strong that even a strong man like Ulquiorra felt a little bit of difficulty.

At this moment, his expressionless face couldn't help but frown, and a solemn look flashed in his eyes.

However, Ulquiorra did not back down.

He stretched out a hand again, condensed another energy spear, and swung it towards the sword pressure.

The two spears intertwined in the air, emitting green rays of light, which collided violently with the black sword pressure.

After a fierce battle, Ulquiorra was able to completely stop the advance of the dark sword pressure.

He exerted force with both hands at the same time, and after a flash of strong light, the spear in his hand and Luther's sword pressure canceled each other out and turned into nothingness.

The moment the sword pressure disappeared, Grimmjow's body fell down weakly.

He lay on the ground, breathing heavily with his mouth open, his fingers bent and grasping the ground, trying to get up but unable to do so.

His eyes were filled with unwillingness and despair. Looking at Ulquiorra standing in front of him and Luther in the sky, his heart was filled with endless regret.

(End of this chapter)