Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1267: The Strength of the Spirit Body

Soon, Ulquiorra's slightly disordered breath dissipated quickly like morning mist, and his face returned to its former calmness, as if the barely perceptible panic just now had never left any trace in his world.

His eyes once again glowed with a sharp and cold light like cold stars, a coldness that was enough to penetrate people's hearts and look deep into their souls.

"Bankai? Humph, even if you have Bankai now, what can you do?"

Ulquiorra said confidently, "The outcome of the battle has already been determined. I am undoubtedly more powerful now!"

Luther stood there, his eyes still calm, like a deep lake without the slightest ripple.

"No, I don't have those fancy skills."

Luther said.

Ulquiorra, Busujima Saeko, and Grimmjow were all slightly stunned when they heard this.

In their minds, they had already anticipated the next scene—Luther would release his Zanpakutō to fight against such a powerful enemy as Ulquiorra.

After all, in their common understanding, although Luther's strength is already amazing enough, if he wants to compete with top powerhouses like Ulquiorra, releasing his Zanpakuto is undoubtedly a crucial step.

However, Luther himself denied this possibility.

There was no wavering or hesitation in his tone, as if he had already understood the true meaning of battle and mastered a power that was more essential than the Zanpakutō itself.

"What do you mean? Could it be that you have hidden other unknown powers?"

There was a hint of confusion and bewilderment in Ulquiorra's voice.

Luther shook his head slightly, "No, I don't have any other special powers. I just converted most of my spiritual pressure into pure muscle strength."

As soon as these words came out, Ulquiorra and Grimmjow showed disbelief on their faces.

They couldn't understand why someone would choose to forgo using Reiatsu, a powerful source of strength, and instead convert it into muscle power.

In their view, such an approach is tantamount to missing the forest for the trees and is a huge waste of their own strength.

However, a glimmer of realization flashed across Busujima Saeko's eyes.

She seemed to remember something, which was about the shocking battle between Ichigo Kurosaki and Hogyoku Aizen in the original work.

During that battle, Aizen once revealed the secret, pointing out that Ichigo Kurosaki was not without spiritual pressure, but chose to give it up and poured all his strength into improving the strength of his own spiritual body.

Although how Ichigo Kurosaki did this remains a mystery to this day, Aizen believes that this is Ichigo Kurosaki's last hope in despair.

In that battle, Ichigo Kurosaki relied entirely on the strength of his own spirit body. He did not even use his iconic Getsuga Sky Strike. He just kept swinging his sword, defeating Aizen Sosuke's attacks with pure physical force.

Until the end, when he turned into Wu Yue, he released the earth-shaking "Last Crescent Sky Strike".

At this moment, Busujima Saeko realized that Mr. Luther had also embarked on this path. He chose to give up most of his spiritual pressure and transform this power into the muscle strength of his own spiritual body!
This is a road full of challenges and unknowns, but it is also a road leading to ultimate power.

Busujima Saeko couldn't help but be shocked by Mr. Luther's choice. Such a transformation means that Mr. Luther must bear a huge physical burden, but at the same time he will also gain unprecedented strength.

His defense has probably surpassed the steel skin of Hollows and Arrancars, reaching an unimaginable height; and his attack is equally terrifying, it is a pure numerical crushing, a perfect combination of strength and speed.

Although Ulquiorra and Grimmjow could not understand Luther's choice, they could feel that the aura emanating from Luther had undergone subtle changes.

It was a more primitive and wilder power, as if it was the roar and struggle of wild beasts that had existed since ancient times.

"You think you can defeat me with just muscle strength?"

Before he finished speaking, his figure seemed to be swallowed up by the night, turning into an elusive shadow, rushing towards Luther at an astonishing speed.

This was not just a simple charge, but more like a carefully planned performance. Ulquiorra intended to show off his amazing speed and agility in front of Luther as a silent mockery of his opponent.

While rushing towards Luther, Ulquiorra's body twisted at an incredible angle, as if space had lost its original rules around him. He easily bypassed Luther's frontal defense and came to his flank.

The movement is smooth and graceful, like a meteor across the night sky, swift and beautiful.

However, there was no trace of panic in Luther's eyes.

At the moment when Ulquiorra was about to get close, Luther swung his hand back at a speed that almost violated the laws of physics. The black knife in his hand was like lightning in the night, cutting through the air, bringing a heart-pounding chill, and went straight to Ulquiorra's chest.

Faced with this sudden attack, Ulquiorra couldn't help but feel a slight chill in his heart.

It is obviously impossible to crush the God of Death with pure strength.

So, he quickly adjusted his posture, quickly formed seals with his hands in front of his chest, and the spirit particles gathered at his fingertips, instantly condensing into a spirit particle spear that flashed with faint light. It collided with the black knife that Luther chopped at in mid-air with a deafening sound, as if two stars collided, stirring up circles of spirit particle fluctuations visible to the naked eye.

"I didn't expect you to be able to keep up with my speed, Death. You surprised me once again."

There was a hint of surprise in Ulquiorra's voice, but more of it was a reassessment of Luther's strength.

Obviously, the strength Luther showed has exceeded his initial expectations.

"Are you surprised? Well, don't be scared to death by the next scene."

A faint smile appeared on Luther's lips. Just when Ulquiorra was still shocked by Luther's speed, the strength in Luther's hand suddenly surged like a volcanic eruption. It was a power that came from the depths of the soul, as if the weight of the entire world was concentrated on this blow.

"What! This power..."

Ulquiorra cried out in surprise, but before he could finish his words, he was blown away by the overwhelming force, like a fallen leaf, losing his direction in the strong wind.

His body drew a long arc in the air and finally hit the distant wall heavily, splashing up a cloud of dust.

And at the moment Ulquiorra was knocked away, Luther's figure seemed to merge into the void, and in a flash, he disappeared from Ulquiorra's sight.

(End of this chapter)