Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1265 Invincible
The invincible Grimmjow, the Arrancar No. 6 who had once shocked Hueco Mundo with his invincibility, fell into the dust like a falling star.

His body was shaking violently, and every slight rise and fall seemed to tell of the struggle and unwillingness of the remaining strength in his body.

Sweat and dust mixed together, soaking his once proudly upright body. At this moment, even trying to muster a little strength to stand up seemed so difficult.

Grimmjow lay on the ground, gasping for breath, and each breath was accompanied by a heavy sound deep in his throat, like the hard operation of a bellows in bad weather.

His fingers were bent like dead branches, gripping the ground tightly, trying to use the insignificant friction to regain the courage to stand. However, no matter how hard he tried, his heavy body could not break free from the shackles of the earth.

His eyes, filled with unwillingness and anger, stared at Ulquiorra standing in front of him and Luther floating in the sky with imposing momentum. His eyes contained both disbelief at the failure and deep resentment at the unfairness of fate.

"Damn it! Ulquiorra, how dare you attack me! I haven't admitted defeat yet!"

Grimmjow said in a hoarse voice.

Ulquiorra glanced at Grimmjow gently. There was no sympathy in his eyes, only calm judgment that was almost indifferent.

"The result is self-evident, Grimmjow. You lost. Look at your current state. You have lost the strength to stand up. Isn't this the best proof of failure?"

"What did you say!"

Grimmjow roared.

"I'm just stating the facts."

Ulquiorra's voice remained calm. "There is only one reason why you were defeated - you are too weak. As one of the top ten espadrilles in the Arrancar, you were defeated by a god of death. This is a huge threat to Lord Aizen's plan and an intolerable shame. But considering that you are the sixth of the ten espadrilles after all, you are still valuable to Lord Aizen, so I will take action to prevent your death instead of letting you perish here."

After saying that, Ulquiorra no longer paid attention to Grimmjow's almost desperate roar. His figure turned slightly, and like a ghost in the night, he flew silently towards Luther in the sky.

Every step he moved was accompanied by subtle changes in the spiritual pressure in the air, demonstrating his unfathomable power.

"How can it be repaired!!!"

Grimmjow growled.

Ulquiorra flew in front of Luther, and an invisible barrier seemed to form between the two of them, isolating them from all the noise around them.

Ulquiorra spoke slowly: "Death God, you are indeed very strong. That attack just now made me truly feel your threat. If you are allowed to continue living, it will undoubtedly have an immeasurable impact on Lord Aizen's plan. Therefore, I will do my best to completely wipe you out here."

Hearing this, Luther raised a faint smile.

"Really? I hope you won't be like that Arrancar lying on the ground, using only empty words to cover up your powerlessness."

Ulquiorra said nothing more. He slowly raised his hands, and the spiritual pressure gathered in his palms, like the calm before the storm.

As the spiritual pressure condensed, a spear made of pure energy gradually took shape. The tip of the spear flashed a dazzling light, as if it could penetrate all obstacles and point directly at Luther's heart.

When Ulquiorra suddenly disappeared and reappeared, the energy spear had already pierced him like lightning. However, Luther's movements were incredibly fast. He met the fatal blow with the black knife almost at the same moment Ulquiorra appeared.

"Dang!" A crisp sound of metal clashing was heard. The moment the energy spear and the black knife collided, dazzling sparks burst out in the air. The spiritual pressure fluctuations spread around like ripples, instantly blowing away the surrounding dust and gravel.

Luther's black knife trembled slightly in the collision, but he held the hilt firmly, his feet rooted to the ground like rocks, without any wavering.

Ulquiorra's eyes narrowed slightly. He obviously did not expect that Luther could take his attack so easily.

In the air, the sound of fierce weapons clashing was deafening, accompanied by gusts of strong wind pressure, sweeping across like a storm, tearing the surrounding air into pieces.

Busujima Saeko stood not far away, staring at the sky shrouded in a strong atmosphere of battle, but she was completely unable to catch the figures of Luther and Ulquiorra fighting.

One can only imagine how thrilling this battle was by the deafening sound of the collision and the strong wind pressure that continued to erupt in the air.

Her heartbeat quickened with every surge of wind pressure, as if she were in the middle of that fierce confrontation.

On the other side, Grimmjow was lying on the ground with his mouth open and eyes closed, looking extremely miserable.

Although it was extremely difficult for him to move at this moment, his eyes, which were still flashing with unwillingness, revealed his inner struggle and anger.

He clenched his teeth tightly, and because he used too much force, a trace of blood even seeped out of his gums and slowly slid down the corners of his mouth.

"Why!"

Grimmjow roared in his heart. Although his voice was not uttered, the resentment and anger spread like a substance. "We are both Espada, but why is that guy so much stronger than me? Where on earth am I inferior to him?"

At this moment, Ulquiorra's voice sounded in the air, with a hint of coldness and determination: "Death God, I have already figured out how strong you are. It's time to end this boring battle."

Before he finished speaking, Ulquiorra flashed and threw a spirit spear at Luther. The spear drew a bright light in the air, streaking through the sky like a meteor, and headed straight for Luther.

At the same time, two spirit spears condensed in his hands again and waved them towards Luther from another direction.

During this process, his speed increased again, as if he had turned into a black lightning, leaving a trail of afterimages in the void.

The thrown spirit spear and Ulquiorra's own attack formed a perfect coordination at this moment, forming a siege on Luther.

The tip of the spear flashed with a cold light, carrying a biting chill and the threat of death, as if it was going to pierce through Luther's body.

Facing Ulquiorra's fierce attack, Luther still maintained a calm expression. He gently swung the black knife in his hand, as if he was just throwing it casually.

However, when the black knife came into contact with the flying spirit spear, a shocking force erupted.

(End of this chapter)