Marvel With Zanpakutou

Chapter 246: Grimmjow's Confidence

Weng!

A stream of scarlet energy flowed out, like hollow's illusory and ethereal threads, falling on the surface of the three Arrancar, and then gradually changed into three different Arabic numbers.

Gwen lowered her head in shock and found a black number on her right chest. "This is... number 9?"

"Mine is number 10!" The Abomination found that there was also a black Arabic number on his left shoulder.

"My number... is number 6?"

Grimmjow turned sideways and looked at the number below his back. His face was slightly serious, and he seemed to have guessed the truth of the 'gift'.

"Congratulations to all of you."

Lod chuckled and said, "From today onwards, they will officially be listed in the 'Espada'!"

"Espada?"

Grimmjow, Gwen, and Abomination were stunned, and then their eyes gradually moved down, staring at the Arabic numbers printed on different parts of their bodies, and suddenly seemed to understand the meaning of these numbers.

"Espada's numbers symbolizes the strength they had.

Lod smiled and explained to the three: "These are the ten strongest Arrancar I selected from all the great hollow. According to the level of their ability, give 1 to 10 numbers and carve numbers somewhere in the body."

According to the level of their ability...

After hearing this, Gwen touched the number 9 on her right chest, and her eyes could not help but darken a little. There was an indescribable sense of disappointment in her heart. No 9 meant that among all the 'ten blades', her killing ability could only be ranked ninth.

"A-am I only ranked tenth?" The Abomination grinned, as if he was somewhat unconvinced, but because of the residual PTSD, he did not say anything more.

Only Grimmjow had his eyes full of arrogance and stared at Lod and asked, "You mean that there will be a total of ten Arrancar like us in the future, right?"

"Yes, only ten."

Lod said lightly, "No matter how many Arrancar there are, the total number of Ten Blades will not change."

"Number... 6."

Grimmjow narrowed his eyes and said a little unconvinced, "In your mind, the Arrancar whose killing ability will be above me in the future,

Will there be five more?"

"Who knows?"

Lod looked at him meaningfully and said with a smile, "Maybe only four, maybe only three. The number of Espada is only temporary. If you can defeat them in the future, you can seize their number and replace them."

No one knew what would happen in the future.

However, the number given to Grimmjow No. 6 was more or less mixed with his own selfishness, from Grimmjow's resentment left in his last life.

"Exactly what I want!"

Grimmjow's eyes burned with fighting intent. He licked his lips and said excitedly, "Open your eyes and watch. I will seize their numbers and sit on the throne of the number 1 ten blades!"

Uh...

Is it really good for you to be so confident?

Lod suddenly felt a little reluctant to break Grimmjow's fantasy.

Before the first four Espada were transformed, they were all the great hollow of the Vasto Lorde level!

It was a good thing to have confidence.

As a considerate and kind boss, he absolutely could not attack the enthusiasm of the employees.

Besides...

At that time, at most, he would be beaten up by the society, which would make Grimmjow remember.

In short, Lod would never admit that he wanted to see Grimmjow being defeated.

Well... that's right!

As the saying goes, people don't repair their fighting spirit. He is doing this for Grimmjow!

"All the best."

Lod revealed a mysterious smile and said, "I am looking forward to the day when you can fight against the top four, Espada."

A chill inexplicably attacked.

Grimmjow suddenly shivered and frowned. "Strange... why does it seem a little cold?"

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Stark Building.

This flashy building, which could be called New York landmark, was a private space of Tony Stark. No one could enter without his authorization.

As for the floors above the 80th floor, they were all transformed into various entertainment venues by this playboy who knew how to enjoy himself. There was no lack of swimming pools, bars, bedrooms, and so on.

Dong dong...

The sound of high heels stepping on expensive tiles could be heard. A tall, blonde beauty, wearing a tight secretary suit, holding a cup of hot coffee, walked into the messy bar with two round and attractive long legs under the short skirt.

The large bar was littered with expensive wine, broken glass, and many collapsed floor revealing the steel structure inside. If one did not know the situation, they would probably think that this place had been robbed.

However, no one could raid the Stark Building.

The one who caused this scene was Tony Stark, who was lying on the ground in broken glass and wine, wearing golden red armor and drunk like a puddle of mud!

Playboy, billionaire, super genius, the owner of Stark Group...

Tony Stark sat in this series of titles, and the wealth of the capital was enough to make the president jealous!

He was once one of the most authoritative people in the American political world, and also the playboy who slept with the most Hollywood stars and models.

But now... he was just a dying person.

Billions of assets, a genius mind, none of these could save his life!

Tony Stark completely gave up, so he held a party.

Tony Stark seemed to have become a different person in the party. He wanted to vent all the regrets, anger, unwillingnese, and so on in his life. Then, he quietly waited for death.

In the end, it was his good friend, Rhodes who could not stand it any longer. He rushed over in a war machine and left in disappointment after exchanging blows with Tony Stark. He conveniently took away this special mecha called 'War Machine'.

"Boss, have some coffee."

The blonde beauty had a pair of peach blossom eyes, constantly exuding an attractive charm.

"Natasha?" Tony took the coffee and took a sip. He rubbed his temples and said hoarsely, "What time is it now? Oh my god, I'm actually sleeping on the ground. Don't you all care about me?"

Natasha said calmly, "You said it yourself last night. Don't let anyone disturb you. Otherwise, you you will leave Stark Group tomorrow."

"Uh..."

Tony's mouth twitched. He put the coffee cup back into Natasha's hand and said earnestly, "Natasha, you have to know that none of the words that a man said after getting drunk are true, so do you understand?"

"I understand, Boss."

Natasha raised her hand to pull up the hair on her temples and smiled. "So it was fake that you liked me last night, wasn't it?"

Tony was silent for a moment. He looked up at her long legs and said in a deep voice, "No, that was true."

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