"A boring battle..."
Zaraki Kenpachi seemed to have lost interest and planned to end this farce: "Rather than continue to waste time with you, it is better to find other guys."
Sizzle...
There was a clear sound of metal friction. The Zanpakutō, which had a saw-toothed blade and was full of broken holes, was dragged on the ground at will, splashing a series of dots of light like fireflies.
The burly body gradually approached, casting a huge shadow. With the heavy pressure, it seemed like there were several mountains pressing on his shoulders, making Frank feel unable to breathe.
The air seemed to be solidifying!
Under the pressure of that huge momentum, the ground groaned under the weight, and the solid stone slabs were covered with horrifying cracks, which spread from Zaraki Kenpachi's feet to the high masonry walls around the street.
With every step he took forward, the ground sank and collapsed an inch, and his momentum became heavier and heavier. His spiritual pressure became as violent as a tsunami, hitting Frank with wave after wave, as if he would be crushed at any time. broken.
What a strong pressure...
Frank's eyes widened and he couldn't even move a finger. All his nerves were stretched to the limit, and the roots of his teeth were almost bitten to pieces. He tried his best to maintain the last bit of will, so as to ensure that he would not be overwhelmed by the momentum.
This is the Gotei 13th Division, the ultimate power to protect Soul Society, superior to all the Shinigami, the only captain-level one in a million!
And there are at least twelve more terrifying beings like him in the entire Soul Society!
With just a few of them, can they really rescue Tony Stark safely from these monsters?
Although he didn't want to admit it in his heart, it turned out that it had nothing to do with hard work. Unless these captains were in internal strife, they had no chance!
But expect these captains to fight among themselves?
Frank felt so gloomy and desperate that he might as well buy a lottery ticket.
Qiang——
The heavy sound of the knife suddenly echoed.
Frank looked up and saw the saw-like blade, raised high and pointing towards the sky. Under the weak sunlight, it reflected a heart-stopping edge.
"Goodbye, travel disaster."
Zaraki Kenpachi held the edge of his sword and slashed down in front of him.
The broken sword blade, which was full of chips, was whipped up by a fierce wind as it fell, as if it were being pressed down by a torrential wave.
Frank's two rows of teeth chattered, and a roar erupted from his throat. Under the threat of death, he forcibly broke away from the momentum, crossed his arms at the last second, and held the two silver-gray gun blades in a cross-shaped defensive posture. in front of me.
Click!
Just hearing a clear whine, Pale Justice suddenly responded.
The blade was full of gaps and looked like a broken blade. Without any trace of obstruction, it easily cut off Frank's Zanpakutō. The blade slashed smoothly on his body, leaving a huge wound that could be seen deep in the bones.
Blood splashed out like a fountain, and severe pain invaded the brain.
For a moment, Frank seemed to have lost his center of gravity, and fell heavily to the ground with a thud. The gurgling blood quickly stained the nearby floor red.
Are you going... to die?
Frank's pupils dilated slightly and the things in front of him became blurry.
The knell of death echoed in his ears, his heartbeat slowed down little by little, and his limbs became cold and stiff, like a living corpse.
"A boring battle..."
Zaraki Kenpachi's eyes were full of disappointment, and he had no interest in fighting. He carried his sword and planned to leave: "I hope the remaining travel accidents can give me a little bit of the joy of fighting."
Phew~
The breeze suddenly stopped.
Things in front of me suddenly slowed down.
The falling zigzag blade seemed to have pressed the pause button at this moment, and it stopped straight in front of him.
Before Frank could understand what was going on, he saw a lonely and weathered figure walking towards him from behind Kenpachi at a steady and slow pace.
Is that...pale justice?
Frank recognized at a glance that that lonely and vicissitudes of life figure was exactly the embodiment of his own Zanpakutō that he had seen before.
"Already ready to admit defeat? Frank."
Pale Justice looked down at him, his coat slowly fluttering like a flag.
"Stop... stop joking, Pale Justice!"
Frank, who was in a pool of blood, raised his unyielding head and stared stubbornly at the pale justice. He bit his blood-soaked lips with his teeth and let the fishy smell reverberate in his mouth. His hoarse voice revealed a trace of unwillingness: "I am Frank. .....When have you ever...gived up?"
"Indeed..."
Bai Zhengyi was noncommittal, nodded slightly and said, "With your character, you have never bowed your head and admitted defeat."
Before becoming the God of Death, when he was active as the Punisher, he failed countless times. However, no matter what danger he faced, this man never gave up hope and launched a last counterattack even if he knew he would die.
Just like those ferocious beasts in nature that will not let go of their prey, even if they die, they will tear off a piece of meat from the opponent's body.
Be cruel to others, but even more cruel to yourself.
The Punisher tortures his enemies with brutal means and is also capable of enduring the most brutal torture.
"Do you... still want to continue fighting?"
Pale Justice's deep and dark eyes seemed to be questioning Frank's heart: "Faced with such a powerful enemy, I can't even hurt him even if I try my best. The gap is completely irreparable. Even so, we have to keep fighting." ?"
Frank opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.
But there was a faint voice deep in his heart, telling him that he must never give up.
"You have two choices, Frank."
Pale Justice's eyes softened, and his tone slowed down slightly: "The first option is to accept failure and just lie here without moving. The effect of death will allow you to live on, and you don't have to worry about that person finding out."
"What about the second...choice?"
After a slight silence for half a second, Bai Zhengyi said: "The second option is that I still have one last bullet to break through the limit blockade of the mind and body, and burst out with extremely powerful combat power in a very short period of time, allowing you to die before you die. before making a final counterattack.”
The last bullet?
Sure enough, as the name suggests, Frank smiled wryly at himself as he used the last resort of deadly counterattack.
"Frank, you are a veteran. You have experienced the cruelest battles and the darkest and most desperate battles. You should understand that that choice is the right one, right?" Pale Justice's gentle tone seemed to be persuading him. Choose to give up.
"Ok, I know."
Memories flashed through Frank's mind, until he stopped at the night when his wife and son died tragically.
It is the belief in revenge and punishment that supports his already decayed body and survives one hell after another. Since the darkness has not dissipated, how can he retreat?
"I choose...fight!"
Frank's will defeated his dying body, and a fiery war ignited in his eyes.
"In that case, let me help you one last time."
Pale Justice slowly closed his eyes, as if he had anticipated this scene, with a trace of sadness on his face: "Let that arrogant guy see how terrifying a beast that is about to fight back is, Frank."
boom!
The last bullet means we will die together!
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