Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1266 When did you have the illusion that I was exerting force?

With a crisp "clang" sound, the spiritual spear that flew first was immediately cut into two by this knife, cleanly and neatly, as smooth as a hot knife cutting butter.

The broken spear rolled in the air.

"Nani!"

Ulquiorra cried out in surprise, but it was too late.

The black knife in Luther's hand looks ordinary, but it seems to contain infinite power, indestructible and unstoppable.

Under the blade, no matter what kind of obstacles there are, they will be cut in half.

Even the spirit spear in Ulquiorra's hand was split in half at this moment, turning into two streams of light that flew to both sides.

The fragments of the spear flew in the air, brilliant but short-lived like fireworks.

boom!
Amidst a violent explosion, Ulquiorra's figure reappeared in front of everyone.

At this moment, he was in tattered clothes, covered in blood. One of his wings had disappeared without a trace, leaving only the other wing flapping weakly in the air.

His face was as pale as paper, with traces of blood at the corners of his mouth, and he looked extremely miserable.

"Death God! This is me, Ulquiorra. This is the first time that a torrent of emotion called anger surges deep in my heart! I want you to experience firsthand what true despair is in this endless darkness, the abyss that transcends all pain!"

Ulquiorra was angry.

With this roar, the space seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force, and an unprecedented spiritual pressure descended from the sky. This spiritual pressure was fundamentally different from any he had released before.

It is deep and heavy, like an ancient mountain or an endless deep ocean, oppressive to the point of suffocating.

Busujima Saeko and Grimmjow were surrounded by this spiritual pressure and felt as if they were being swallowed by endless darkness. Even breathing became extremely difficult. Every breath seemed to be fighting against the weight of the entire world.

What’s even more terrifying is that this spiritual pressure not only oppresses their bodies, but also makes their consciousness begin to become blurred, as if they will sink into eternal darkness at any time and never wake up again.

Under the cover of this deep-ocean-like spiritual pressure, Ulquiorra's body began to change drastically. It was a transformation that went beyond the norm and defied common sense.

On top of his head, his originally smooth forehead was replaced by a pair of huge horns. They were a pair of black horns that flashed with cold light and were extremely sharp, as if they could pierce the sky.

The lower body gradually transformed into a pair of devil-like legs, which were thick and powerful. Every step was accompanied by the tremor of the ground and exuded a heart-pounding evil aura.

His hands also turned into sharp claws at this moment. Every finger bone was as sharp as a sword, flashing with cold light, as if it could tear everything apart.

This is the highest realm that only Ulquiorra can reach among all the Arrancars - Second Stage of Blade Reincarnation!
This is his ultimate pursuit of power, a thorough exploration of his own potential, and his final challenge to the god of death, Luther.

Grimmjow's face was filled with disbelief. He stared at Ulquiorra's terrifying transformation with wide eyes, and asked in a trembling voice: "Ulquiorra, you look like this...what on earth is going on?!"

His tone was full of astonishment and confusion, as if the scene before him was beyond his comprehension.

However, Ulquiorra ignored Grimmjow's questioning. His eyes were as cold as ice, as if the whole world had nothing to do with him. The only focus was the God of Death Luther in front of him.

He stared at Luther.

"God of Death, did you see that? Among all the Arrancars, only I, Ulquiorra, can reach this second stage of liberation, also known as the Second Stage of Reincarnation. Not even Lord Aizen has ever seen this posture. You will be the first witness."

Ulquiorra said.

"Second stage...Return to the Blade?"

Grimmjow muttered to himself, repeating this unfamiliar term, and his expression gradually became numb, as if all emotions were taken away by an invisible force. He looked at Ulquiorra's terrifying figure, and was deeply shocked by the absolute power.

At this moment, his understanding of power was completely overturned, and all his pride and confidence collapsed in the face of this unprecedented spiritual pressure.

As for Ulquiorra, his brows were furrowed, staring at Luther.

He couldn't understand why Luther could remain so annoyingly calm in the face of such a powerful posture from him.

That tranquility is like a bottomless lake. No matter how turbulent the outside world is, it remains calm.

"After seeing me like this, do you still think you have a chance of winning?"

Ulquiorra's voice was full of doubt. He was looking forward to seeing the fear and despair on Luther's face, and looking forward to seeing the god of death collapse in front of him.

However, Luther just smiled faintly, and that smile was full of confidence and calmness.

"Although I don't know where you get such confidence from, there is a problem that you seem to have never figured out."

Luther said.

"what is the problem?"

Ulquiorra asked in confusion, he couldn't understand how Luther could still be so calm.

"Since when did you develop the illusion that I have tried my best?"

When Busujima Saeko heard Luther say this, she showed a surprised expression.

It was as if a huge rock was thrown into Ulquiorra's heart, causing waves of ups and downs.

He never really regarded Luther as an equal opponent. The contempt from the bottom of his heart was like an invisible barrier, which made him unable to face up to the unusual aura of Luther.

It is a power beyond the norm, a hidden edge.

At this moment, after being pointed out so bluntly by Luther, Ulquiorra suddenly realized that perhaps there was some subtle deviation in his judgment all along.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked Luther up and down, trying to find the source of strength in him that he had overlooked.

However, no matter how he observed, Luther was like a calm lake, without any ripples, making it impossible to peek into his depth.

"You...you mean..."

Ulquiorra's voice trembled a little. He couldn't believe that he would make such a low-level mistake.

"Liberation of the God of Death?"

Ulquiorra asked, a hint of uncertainty in his voice, as if testing Luther's limits.

"Shikai, or Bankai?"

He continued to ask, with a hint of provocation in his tone.

He wanted to know how much strength Luther had hidden and whether he was really qualified to fight him.

However, Ulquiorra's daze lasted only for a moment.

(End of this chapter)