Marvel With Zanpakutou

Chapter 626: Bumped (6)

"A boring battle."

Zaraki Kenpachi seemed to lose interest and intended to end this farce. "Instead of continuing to waste time with you, it is better to find other guys."

Zzzzzzzt.

The clear sound of metal friction sounded, the sharp blade shaped like a saw, full of broken wounds zanpakuto, was dragged on the ground by him casually, splashing a series of fire-like specks of light.

The burly body gradually approached, casting a huge shadow, with the heavy pressure, as if there were several large mountains pressing on his shoulder, making Frank feel unable to breathe.

The air seemed to be solidified!

Under the pressure of the huge momentum, the ground was overwhelmed and the solid slate was full of terrible cracks, all the way from the foot of Zaraki Kenpachi, and spread to the high walls around the street.

With every step he took, the ground sank and collapsed an inch, and his momentum became heavier and heavier. Spiritual Power was as violent as a tsunami, crashing against Frank wave after wave, as if he would be crushed at any time.

What a strong pressure.

Frank widened his eyes. He couldn't even move a finger. All his nerves were tense to the limit, and his teeth were almost crushed. He tried his best to maintain his last will. Only then could he ensure that he was not crushed by the momentum.

This was the ultimate strength of the Gotei 13th Division to protect Soul Society, and it was above all death god, a one-in-a-million Captain level!

And there were at least twelve such terrifying existences in the entire Soul Society!

With just these few stinky shrimps, would they really be able to safely rescue Tony Stack from the hands of these monsters?

Although he did not want to admit it in his heart, reality proved that this had nothing to do with effort. Unless these captains had internal strife, they would have no chance at all!

But to expect these captains to have internal strife?

Frank's heart was gloomy and desperate. The probability was better than buying lottery tickets.

Clang

The heavy sword's voice suddenly echoed.

Frank looked up,

Only to see the serrated sword, raised high to the sky, and under the faint sunlight, reflected a thrilling edge.

"Goodbye, Traveler."

Zaraki Kenpachi held the sword edge and slashed down.

The broken sword blade full of gaps, rolled up a fierce wind when falling, like a gushing wave.

Frank's two rows of teeth rattled, and a roar burst out from his throat. Under the threat of death, he forcibly broke free of the momentum. In the last second, he crossed his arms, and the two silver-gray spear blades were held in front of him in a cross-shaped defensive posture.

Kacha!

With a crisp wail, Pale Justice was immediately cut off.

The blade was full of gaps and seemed to be broken, without any trace of being blocked, it easily cut off Frank's Zanpakuto, and the blade slashed on his body, leaving a huge bone-deep wound.

Fresh blood spurted out like a fountain, and the intense pain assaulted his brain.

In an instant, Frank seemed to have lost his center of gravity, and he fell heavily to the ground with a thud. Fresh blood quickly dyed the nearby floor red.

Was he going to die?

Frank's pupils dilated slightly, and the things in front of him became blurry.

The death knell echoed in his ears, the heartbeat slowed down little by little, and the limbs became cold and stiff, like a living dead body.

"A boring battle."

Zaraki Kenpachi eyes were full of disappointment, and he had no interest in killing. He carried the sword and planned to leave: "I hope the remaining few traveler can make me feel a little joy of killing."

Hu ---

The breeze suddenly stopped.

The thing in front of him suddenly slowed down.

The falling Jagged-shaped sword seemed to have been pressed down by a pause button at this moment, and he stopped in front of him.

Before Frank could understand what was going on, he saw a lonely and ancient figure walking towards him from behind Kenpachi with steady and slow steps.

That was... Pale Justice?

Frank recognized at a glance that the lonely and ancient figure was the image of himself, zanpakuto, that he had seen before.

"Are you ready to admit defeat? Frank."

Pale Justice looked down at him from above, his coat fluttering like a flag.

"Stop joking, Pale Justice!"

Frank, who was in a pool of blood, raised his unyielding head and stubbornly looked straight at Pale Justice. He bit his lips that were soaked in blood, allowing the fishy smell to echo in his mouth. His hoarse voice revealed a trace of unwillingness, "I, Frank. When did I admit defeat?"

"Indeed."

Pale Justice was noncommittal. He nodded slightly and said, "With your personality, you have never lowered your head and admitted defeat."

Before he became death god, when he was active as the Punisher, he failed countless times. However, no matter what kind of danger he faced, this man never gave up hope. Even if he knew he was going to die, he still had to launch his final counterattack.

Just like the beasts in nature who would not let go of their prey, even if they had to die, they would tear off a piece of meat from their opponent.

They were ruthless to others, and even more ruthless to themselves.

The Punisher used cruel methods to torture his enemies, but he could also endure the cruelest torture.

"Do you want to continue fighting?"

Pale White Justice's pair of deep and dark eyes seemed to be questioning Frank's heart. "Facing such a powerful enemy, even if I use all my strength, I can't hurt him at all. The gap is too great to make up for. Even so, do I have to continue fighting?"

Frank opened his mouth but could not say a word.

However, there was a voice in the depths of his heart that kept telling him that he could not choose to give up.

"You have two choices, Frank."

Pale Justice's eyes softened and his tone slowed down slightly. "The first choice is to accept failure and then lie here and don't move. The effect will keep you alive. You don't have to worry about that person finding out."

"The second choice.. What about the choice?"

After remaining silent for half a second, Ashen said righteously, "The second choice. I still have one last bullet. It breaks through the limit of my spirit and body. It will explode in an extremely short period of time, allowing you to make your final counterattack before you die."

The last bullet?

As expected, it was just like his name. It was the last resort used to make a desperate counterattack. Frank laughed bitterly at himself.

"Frank, you are a veteran. You have experienced the cruelest battles and the darkest and most desperate battles. You should understand that the choice is correct, right?" Pale Justice's gentle tone seemed to advise him to give up.

"Yes. I know."

Memories flashed through Frank's mind until they stopped at the night where his wife and child died.

It was the conviction of revenge and punishment that supported his body that had long since decayed. He survived from one hell after another. Since the darkness had yet to disperse, how could he possibly retreat?

"I choose.. Battle!"

Frank's will defeated his dying body, and a fiery war ignited in his eyes.

"Since that's the case, then I will help you one last time."

Pale Justice slowly closed his eyes. He seemed to have anticipated this scene. A hint of sadness appeared on his face. "Let that arrogant fellow see how terrifying a beast that is on the verge of death is, Frank."

Bang!

The last bullet was called perishing together!

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