A Zanpakutō at the beginning of Meiman

hum!

A stream of scarlet energy flowed out, shaped like illusory silk threads, falling on the surfaces of the three broken faces, and then gradually changing into three different Arabic numerals.

Gwen lowered her head in astonishment, and found a black number printed on her right chest: "This is... the number 9?"

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

"My number...is number 6?"

Grimmjow turned sideways, staring at the numbers on the back waist, his face slightly solemn, as if he had vaguely guessed the truth about the 'gift'.

"Congratulations."

Lord chuckled and said, "From today onwards, it will be officially included in the 'Ten Blades'!"

"Ten Blades?"*3

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

"The ten blades symbolize the honor of 'the strongest'."

Lord smiled slightly, and explained to the three of them: "These are the ten strongest broken faces that I have selected from all the big ghosts. According to the level of killing ability, I will give them numbers from 1 to 10, and put them in a certain position in the body. Write numbers everywhere."

According to the level of killing ability...

After hearing this, Gwen touched the number 9 on her right chest, and her eyes couldn't help but dimmed a little. There was an indescribable disappointment in her heart. NO.9 means that she is in all the 'Ten Blades' , the killing ability can only be ranked No.9.

"Cut... Am I actually only ranked tenth?" Hatred grinned, as if a little unconvinced, but due to the lingering shadow of PTSD, he didn't say anything more.

Only Grimmjow stared at Lord with unruly eyes and asked, "You mean, there will be ten bad faces like us in the future, right?"

"Yes, only ten."

Lord said lightly: "No matter how many broken faces there are, the total number of ten blades will not change."

"Number...6."

Grimmjow narrowed his eyes slightly, and said a little dissatisfied: "In your mind, in the future, will there still be five bad faces whose killing ability is higher than mine?"

"Sa~ who knows?"

Lord looked at him meaningfully, and said with a smile: "Maybe there are only four, maybe there are only three. The sequence of ten blades is only temporary. If you can defeat them in the future, you can take their sequence and replace them."

No one can tell what will happen in the future.

However, the number given to Grimmjow No. 6 still has a little bit of his own selfishness in it, which stems from the resentment of Ge Laoliu left over from his previous life.

"Exactly what I want!"

Grimmjow's eyes were burning with fighting intent, he licked his lips, and said excitedly: "Keep your eyes open and watch, I will seize their sequence and sit on the throne of the tenth blade!"

Uh......

Are you so confident?

Lord suddenly couldn't bear it, and broke Grimmjow's fantasy.

If it was said that Grimmjow could counterattack to Blade, there might still be some possibility, but if he aimed at the top four Ten Blades, then he could only say that Grimmjow was thinking too much.

Before the first four Ten Blades were broken, they were all Valstord-level masters!

Confidence is a good thing.

As a considerate and kind boss, you must not dampen the enthusiasm of employees.

Moreover......

At that time, at most, he will be beaten severely by the society, which is just enough for Grimmjow to have a long memory.

In short, Lord would never admit that he wanted to see Grimmjow deflated.

Hmm...that's right!

As the saying goes, people don't fix things, he did it for the good of Grimmjow!

"come on."

Lord showed a mysterious smile, and said: "I am looking forward to a day in the future when you can counterattack the top four Ten Blades."

A chill came inexplicably.

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

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Stark Building.

From the [-]th floor to the top of this showy building, which can be called a New York landmark, is Tony Stock's private space, and no one can enter without his authorization.

And the floors above the [-]th floor were all transformed into various entertainment venues by this playboy who would enjoy himself, including swimming pools, bars, KTV, bedrooms and so on.

dong dong dong...

The sound of high-heeled shoes stepping on expensive tiles came. A tall, blond beauty in a tight secretary suit, holding a cup of steaming coffee, and two round and attractive long legs under a short skirt, walked into a In a messy bar.

Expensive drinks and broken glass are scattered everywhere in the huge bar, and there are many places where the ground has collapsed due to impacts, exposing the steel structure inside. If you don't know the situation, you may think that this place has been robbed.

However, no one can rob Stark Tower.

What caused this scene was Tony Stark, who was lying on the floor full of broken glass and wine, wearing golden-red armor, drunk to death like a puddle of mud!

Playboys, Billionaires, Super Geniuses, Power Stars...

Tony Stark sits on this series of titles, and the wealth of funds is enough to make the president jealous. He is like the number one in the financial Forbes list, and he is not even worthy of lifting shoes in front of this capital giant!

He used to be one of the most powerful voices in American politics and military, 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, a genius mind, none of these could save his life!

Tony Stark has given up completely, so throws a bash.

Tony Stark in the carnival seemed to be a different person. He wanted to vent all the regrets, anger, unwillingness, remorse, etc. in his life, and then quietly waited for death.

In the end, my friend Roddy couldn't stand it anymore, and came here wearing a war mech. After a fight with Tony Stark, he left disappointed, and took away this special mecha called "War Machine".

"Boss, have some coffee."

The blond beauty has a pair of peach blossom eyes, exuding seductive charm all the time.

"Natasha?" Tony took a sip of coffee, rubbed his swollen temples, and said hoarsely, "What time is it now? God, I actually slept on the floor, and you don't care about me?"

Natasha said calmly: "Last night, you said yourself, don't let anyone come up to disturb you, otherwise you can get out of the Stark Group tomorrow."

"Uh......"

The corner of Tony's mouth twitched, he put the coffee cup back into Natasha's hand, and said earnestly: "Natasha, you must know that none of the things that men say after they are drunk are true, so do you understand? "

"Understood, Boss."

Natasha raised her hand and rolled up her sideburn hair, and said with a smile, "So you lied about me last night, and it was fake, right?"

Tony was silent for a moment, his eyes moved up along those long round and fair legs, and said in a deep voice, "No, this sentence is sincere."