Marvel: Starts with a Zanpakuto

Hum!

A stream of scarlet energy flows out, shaped like an illusory, ethereal thread, falling on the three broken body surfaces, and then gradually changing into three different Arabic numerals.

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

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

"My number... is the number 6?"

Grimjoo turned to his side, staring at the numbers under the back waist, his face was slightly solemn, as if vaguely guessed the truth of the'gift'.

"Congratulations."

Lord chuckled and said, "From today onwards, he has been officially included in the'Ten Blades'!"

"Ten Blades?" *3

Grimjoe, Gwen, and hatred were slightly startled, and then gradually moved their eyes 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 the confusion for the three of them: "These are the ten strongest shamans I have selected from all the emptiness. According to the level of killing ability, they are assigned numbers from 1 to 10, and they are Engrave numbers everywhere."

According to the killing ability...

After hearing this, Gwen touched the number 9 on his right chest, his eyes darkened a bit, and there was an unspeakable disappointment in his heart. No. 9 means that she is in all the'ten blades'. , The killing ability can only be ranked ninth.

"Cut... Am I only on the tenth?" With a grin in disgust, it seemed that he was a little unconvinced, but due to the remaining shadow of PTSD, he didn't say much.

Only Grimjoo, with his eyes full of disdain, stared at Lorde and asked, "You mean, there will be a total of ten in the future like us, right?"

"Yes, there are only ten."

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

"Number...6."

Grimjoo's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said a little unconvinced: "In your mind, will there be five others with killing ability above me in the future?"

"Sa~ who knows?"

Lord took a deep look at him and smiled: "Maybe there are only four, maybe only three. The ten-blade sequence is only temporary. If you can defeat them in the future, you can take their sequence and replace it."

No one can tell the future.

However, the number given to Grimjoe NO.6 was somewhat mixed with his own selfishness, which originated from the resentment of Ge Laoliu left over from his previous life.

"Just to my liking!"

Grimjoo's eyes burned warfare, 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 edge!"

Uh......

Are you so confident, really good?

Lord suddenly couldn't bear it, and broke Grimjo's illusion.

To say that Grimjoo can counterattack to the fiftieth blade, there may be a bit of possibility, but the target can be placed on the top four ten blades, then he can only say that Grimjoo might think too much. .

Before the top four ten blades were broken, all of them were Vastod-class big voids!

It is good to have confidence.

As a considerate and kind-hearted boss, you must never discourage employees' enthusiasm.

Moreover......

At that time, he would suffer a severe beating from the society at most, just to make Grimjoo's memory long.

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

Hmm...that's right!

As the saying goes, people don't repair the stems, he is all for Grim Joe's good!

"Come on."

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

A chill came inexplicably.

Grimjoo made a sudden cold war and frowned: "Strange... why does it seem a bit cold?"

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Stark Building.

This building, which can be called a landmark of New York, is Tony Stock’s private space from the eightieth floor up. No one can enter without his authorization.

And the number of floors up from the eightieth floor has been transformed by the enjoyable **** into a variety of entertainment venues, including swimming pools, bars, bedrooms, and so on.

咚咚咚...

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

The huge bar was littered with expensive drinks, broken glass, and many ground collapsing by impact, exposing the steel structure inside. If you don’t know the situation, I’m afraid it would have been robbed.

However, no one can rob the Stark Mansion.

This scene was caused by Tony Stark who was lying on the floor covered with broken glass and drinks, wearing golden red armor, and drunk like a puddle of mud!

Playboy, billionaire, super genius, head of the Star Group...

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

He was once one of the most powerful people in the political and military of the United States. He is also the **** who has slept the most Hollywood actresses and models.

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

Hundreds of millions of assets, genius mind, none of these can save his life!

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

Tony Stark in the carnival seems to be a different person. He wants to vent all the regrets, anger, unwillingness, regrets and other emotions in his life, and then wait quietly for death.

In the end, my friend Roddy couldn’t stand it anymore. He came in wearing a war mech, fought with Tony Stark and left disappointed, and took away this special mech named'War Machine'~www .NovelMTL.com~ Have some coffee. "

The blonde beauty has a pair of peach eyes, always exuding alluring charm.

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

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

"Uh......"

Tony twitched the corner of his mouth, put the coffee cup back in Natasha's hand, and said earnestly: "Natasha, you have to know that nothing that a man said when he was drunk is true, so do you understand? "

"Understood, BOSS."

Natasha raised her hand to her sideburns and smiled and said, "So you liked me last night. It's a fake, isn't it?"

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