Buzz!
A stream of scarlet energy flowed out, like ethereal threads, landing on the bodies of the three Arrancars, and then gradually changed into three different Arabic numerals.
Gwen lowered her head in shock and found a black number printed on her right chest: "Is this...the number 9?"
"Mine is the number 10!" Abomination discovered that there was also a black Arabic numeral on his left shoulder.
"My number...is number 6?"
Grimmjow turned sideways and stared at the number below his lower back. His face was slightly solemn, as if he vaguely guessed the truth about the 'gift'.
"Congratulations."
Lord chuckled and said: "From today on, he is officially included in the 'Ten Blades'!"
"Ten blades?"*3
Grimmjow, Gwen, and Abomination looked slightly startled, and then their eyes gradually moved down, staring at the Arabic numerals printed on different parts of their bodies, and suddenly they seemed to understand the meaning of these numbers.
"The ten blades symbolize the honor of 'the strongest'."
Lord smiled slightly and explained the confusion for the three of them: "These are the ten strongest Arrancars that I have selected from all the great voids. They are assigned numbers from 1 to 10 according to their killing abilities, and they are assigned numbers from 1 to 10 in a certain part of the body. Carve numbers everywhere.”
According to the level of killing ability...
After hearing this, Gwen touched the number 9 on her right chest. Her eyes couldn't help but dim a bit, and there was an indescribable feeling of disappointment in her heart. The number 9 meant that she was among all the 'Ten Blades'. , the killing ability can only be ranked ninth.
"Tch... I'm actually only ranked No. 10?" Hatred grinned, seemingly a little unconvinced, but due to the lingering shadow of PTSD, he didn't say anything more.
Only Grimmjow, with a look full of unruly eyes, stared at Lord and asked, "You mean, there will be ten Arrancars like us in the future, right?"
"Yes, only ten."
Lord said calmly: "No matter how many Arrancar there are, the total number of Ten Blades will not change."
"The number...6."
Grimmjow narrowed his eyes slightly and said slightly unconvinced: "In your mind, in the future, will there be five Arrancars whose killing ability is better than mine?"
"Who knows?"
Lord looked at him thoughtfully and smiled: "Maybe there are only four, maybe there are only three. The sequence of the Ten Blades is only temporary. If you can defeat them in the future, you can seize their sequence and replace them."
No one can predict what will happen in the future.
However, the number given to Grimmjow NO.6 was somewhat mixed with his own selfishness, stemming from the resentment left over from Grimmjow's previous life.
"Just what I wanted!"
Grimmjow's eyes burned with fighting spirit, he licked his lips and said excitedly: "Keep your eyes open and watch, I will seize their order and sit on the throne of the First Ten Blades!"
Well......
Is it really okay for you to be so confident?
Lord suddenly couldn't bear it and broke Grimmjow's fantasy.
To say that Grimmjow can counterattack to reach the fiftieth blade, there may be some possibility, but if he targets the top four ten blades, then he can only say that Grimmjow is afraid that he is overthinking .
Before the first four Ten Blades transformed into Arrancars, they were all Vastod-level Great Hollows!
Having confidence is a good thing.
As a considerate and kind boss, you must never dampen the enthusiasm of your employees.
Moreover......
At most he would receive a beating from society, which would make Grimmjow remember him for a long time.
In short, Lord would never admit that he wanted to see Grimmjow deflated.
Well...that's right!
As the saying goes, if you don't fix it, he's doing this for Grimmjow's own good!
"come on."
Lord showed a mysterious smile and said, "I look forward to the day when you can counterattack the top four Ten Blades."
A chill came inexplicably.
Grimmjow suddenly shuddered and frowned: "Strange... Why does it seem a little cold?"
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Stark Tower.
This slutty building, which can be called a New York landmark, is Tony Stock's private space from the 80th floor up. No one can enter without his authorization. .九九^九)xs(.
The floors above the 80th floor have all been transformed by this playful playboy into a variety of entertainment venues, including swimming pools, bars, KTVs, bedrooms, and more.
Dong Dong Dong...
The sound of high-heeled shoes stepping on expensive tiles came. A tall blonde beauty, wearing a tight-fitting secretary suit, holding a cup of steaming coffee, walked into the area with two round and attractive long legs under the short skirt. In a messy bar.
Expensive drinks and broken glass were scattered everywhere in the huge bar, and the ground collapsed in many places due to impact, exposing the steel structure inside. If someone didn't know the situation, they might think the place had been robbed.
However, no one can rob Stark Tower.
The person who caused this scene was none other than Tony Stark, who was lying on the ground surrounded by broken glass and wine, wearing gold and red armor, and was as drunk as a puddle of mud!
Playboy, billionaire, super genius, leader of Star Group...
Tony Stark holds this series of titles, and his financial wealth is enough to make the president jealous. He is like the number one in the financial Forbes list. He is not even worthy to lift his shoes in front of this capital tycoon!
He was once one of the most powerful people in the political and military circles of the United States, and he was also the playboy who slept with the most Hollywood actresses and models.
But now...he's just a dying man.
Billions of assets and a genius mind, none of these can save his life!
Tony Stark gives up completely and throws an orgy.
During the carnival, Tony Stark seemed to have changed into a different person. He wanted to vent all the regrets, anger, unwillingness, regret and other emotions in his life, and then quietly waited for death.
In the end, his friend Roddy couldn't stand it anymore, so he came over in a war mecha, fought with Tony Stark, and left in disappointment, taking away this special mecha called 'War Machine'.
"BOSS, drink some coffee."
The blonde beauty has a pair of peach blossom eyes, always exuding seductive charm.
"Natasha?" Tony took the coffee, took a sip, rubbed his painful temples, and said hoarsely, "What time is it now? Oh my God, I'm actually sleeping on the floor, don't you care about me?"
Natasha said calmly: "You said yourself last night not to let anyone come up and disturb you, otherwise you can get out of the Stark Group tomorrow."
"Well......"
Tony twitched the corner of his mouth, put the coffee cup back into Natasha's hand, and said seriously: "Natasha, you have to know that nothing a man says when he is drunk is true, so do you understand? "
"I understand, BOSS."
Natasha raised her hand to pull up her hair at the temples, and said with a smile, "So it was a lie that you liked me last night, right?"
Tony was silent for a moment, his eyes moved up the long, round and white legs, and he said solemnly: "No, this sentence is sincere."
