"What a misfortune to encounter such an ability."
After taking a few steps back and cautiously keeping a distance from Suzuki Nan, Don Quixote glanced at the scars on his shoulders with a wry smile on his face.
Withdrawing his arms, Suzuki Nan held the knife in both hands, his feet shook, and his body rushed in the direction of Don Quixote.
"Why did the other party suddenly become so full of fighting spirit? It's not good!"
Don Quixote swayed his body and avoided Suzuki Nan's attack. Even now, he still doesn't want to confront Suzuki Nan directly. He just dodges blindly. It seems that he is really waiting for Kimura as he said. The result of the battle on Muyang's side.
The knife was swung down, and it hit the empty space as expected, but there was no look of surprise on Suzuki Nan's face. The gesture of holding the knife changed, and without any hesitation, the knife cut horizontally to the side.
Phew~~
A trace of blood appeared on Don Quixote's abdomen again, frightening him to take a few steps back. The speed was so fast that even if Suzuki Nan knew where he was staying in advance, he couldn't keep up with his speed.
"It's so suspenseful, I almost died."
Recalling the few slashes he had just made against his body, Don Quixote's eyes were full of joy. If he hadn't been fast enough, he wouldn't have been able to defeat him in the previous confrontations. He knew how many pieces he would be chopped into, but even so, he still had many scars on his body.
"Damn it, this guy is really difficult to deal with. After all this, there's still no way to solve it."
The arm holding the Zanpakuto unconsciously added a little more strength. Suzuki Nan's heart was also very uneasy. He didn't expect that he had used this rare ability, but he still couldn't defeat this Hollow. After all these years of comfort, Has life set you back to this extent? It seems like you should really take some exercise.
However, we need to get rid of this guy first.
Suddenly he put his Zanpakutō back into the scabbard. Suzuki Kusu held the scabbard with one hand and the hilt of his Zanpakutō with the other hand. His body showed a relaxed posture, and he raised his steps. Slowly walked towards Don Quixote.
"Danger! Danger!!"
Seeing Suzuki Kusu's gesture, Don Quixote suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart. That feeling was many times stronger than when Suzuki Kusu used 'Moon in the Well' before.
"Damn it, why is the battle over Nnoitra not over yet? I don't want to fight such a dangerous woman!"
Although he tried hard to suppress the tension in his heart, Don Quixote's body still took a few steps back uncontrollably. The instinctive sense of crisis drove his body to continuously retreat.
Click~
Unknowingly, Suzuki Nan had walked in front of Don Quixote, and the fingers holding the scabbard pushed upward, making a sound.
Several rays of sword light appeared around Don Quixote at the same time, blocking all his escape routes.
"Suffer it!!"
puff-
Sheathing the sword, Suzuki Nan's feet softened. The sword-drawing technique just now seemed easy, but it had to be performed six times at the same time in an instant. While drawing the sword, you also had to peek into and analyze the opponent's psychology to ensure a decisive blow. Because after using this move, her body would be out of power for a few seconds. If she failed to succeed, she would be the one in danger. But luckily, she succeeded.
"It's really unfortunate. His body was cut into two pieces."
A voice suddenly came from behind, and Suzuki Nan's originally relaxed body suddenly shook, and all the muscles in his body tensed up.
"What! How is that possible!!"
Slowly turning his head, Suzuki Nan's eyes suddenly shrank.
What appeared in front of her was a body that had been cut into two parts with a knife. An injury of that level was not an injury that could be ignored, but the guy in front of her was still there with such an injury. He spoke with an indifferent expression.
"Oh no, no, no, really, big sister, you struck so hard. It's very difficult to be cut like this. At least keep my main body together."
The body was cut diagonally into two parts from one side of the head by Suzuki Kusu, but Don Quixote seemed to have no feeling. The part of his body that retained his head and one right hand fell to the ground, looking at Suzuki Kusu who was still there. He kept talking as if he wasn't the one who had just been chopped into two pieces.
This guy actually didn't have any other emotions. He didn't feel the slightest feeling about his body being cut like this. I actually didn't have any other emotions about me cutting him into this way.
Standing up and regaining his emotions, Suzuki Nan opened his eyes wide and looked at the guy opposite. At the same time, he activated his ability to read the other person's mind, but what he got was this result.
"How is it possible that he was chopped like this but he didn't feel any resentment? Is this guy really a ghost? Even a saint wouldn't be like this."
"But it really hurts. Well, it only hurts when it's not being repaired by the old guy."
The lower half of Don Quixote's body that fell on the ground automatically stood up, walked to the upper half of his body, and picked him up. The scene, no matter how you looked at it, was very inconsistent, and Suzuki Kusu looked at it from the opposite side. I felt creepy.
"Really, my body has been beaten like this, so I don't want to fight anymore. In this case, Nnoitra has no reason to blame me."
Holding his body and reluctantly putting it together, Don Quixote had a trace of thought in his eyes.
Super speed regeneration! Although the speed is very slow and does not deserve the word "super speed", it is indeed regeneration.
Staring at Don Quixote's slowly recovering body, Suzuki Nan tightened his grip on the knife. If he couldn't kill him once, he would do it again.
"Ah - no! Don't take action again, Sister Death. I've told you not to fight with you anymore. Look at my body, I can't fight at all. Do you have the heart to take action against such a person?"
Seeing Suzuki Nan's movements, Don Quixote's body trembled, and he said in a panic. He subconsciously raised his hands as he spoke, but the body that had not yet connected was almost disconnected.
"No matter what your identity is or what your current health is, the enemy is the enemy. This was determined the moment you blocked my way, and it will not change because of anything."
Saying this, Suzuki Nan closed his eyes again and assumed a fighting posture.
"This is.!!"
At this moment, the bodies of the two people facing each other shook slightly, and the collision of spiritual pressure stopped.
"Did Neutra lose? He was defeated so quickly. Who is the enemy?"
"Hey, Sister Death, I have no reason to fight you now. The person who forced me to join the fight is dead. How about we just let it go? Besides, your original purpose was just to save people. Why don't you hurry up? If so, the spiritual pressure of the Death God over there will completely disappear."
"I will let you go this time. If we confront you again, I will definitely cut you to the sword."
Knowing that the other party was indeed right, Suzuki Nan only hesitated for a moment, then put away his Zanpakutō and rushed towards Rukia quickly.
"Huh~~ That's great. I saved my life. I thought I was dead."
Seeing Suzuki Nan leave, Don Quixote, who had been insisting, suddenly fell to the ground. He was really afraid that Suzuki Nan would kill him regardless. After all, whatever he was thinking in his heart could not escape Suzuki Nan's ability. She should have known her situation, she had almost completely lost her ability to fight.
"Did you really save your life?"
A joking voice suddenly sounded in Don Quixote's ears.
The hairs all over his body suddenly stood up. Don Quixote turned his head stiffly and looked at Kimura Muyang standing next to him. He felt despair in his heart. When he was at his weakest, he actually met this guy. It seemed that This time it's really dead.
"Lord Death, please don't kill me. I'm just an insignificant person. Killing a weakling is something a strong man like you wouldn't even bother to do."
Looking at Kimura Muyang, Don Quixote begged with a pitiful look on his face. The guy in front of me managed to get rid of the fiftieth blade Nnoitra in a short period of time without even being harmed at all. Not even his clothes were damaged. It was terrifying!
"Although I don't know who you are showing this look to, I will not force a guy like you who has no fighting spirit to fight. Goodbye, interesting Arrancar."
After giving Don Quixote a thoughtful look, Kimura Muyang flashed and disappeared.
"What a scary guy. Although he doesn't have the ability to see through other people's thoughts like the female God of Death, I feel like he's been seen through. It's really an unpleasant feeling."
"Huh? Being seen through? What, being seen through by a man or something, it's so weird!"
His body trembled, and Don Quixote stood up. Before he knew it, all his injuries had recovered.
"I'd better run away now and find a safer place to stay. Fighting or something like that is really not suitable for me."
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"The battle is over. Mr. Kimura is the winner, and Ms. Suzuki's reiatsu is also heading towards Kuchiki-san. It's great."
Inoue Orihime felt the spiritual pressure in the distance, and her face showed a trace of relaxation. If any of Kuchiki-san and the others were sacrificed because they came to save her, she would die of shame.
"But, Kurosaki-san."
Looking at Kurosaki Ichigo who was having a fierce battle with Grimmjow in front of him, Inoue Orihime's hands clenched unconsciously. Even if Kurosaki-san defeated Grimmjow in front of him, there were other Ten Blades. Doesn't Saki-san's health matter
"Come on, Kurosaki-san! It doesn't matter if you can't win, but don't get hurt again, Kurosaki-san!"
(End of chapter)