Marvel With Zanpakuto

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The breeze is rising.

The petals on the ground were blown up and danced gracefully in the air.

The three were divided into two camps, facing each other dozens of meters apart.

Steve's giant right arm clenched into a fist, and the spiritual pressure in his body gradually began to rise, exuding a powerful force, sharp and firm eyes, and locked the seemingly undisciplined man.

Feeling the seriousness shown by Captain America, Peter followed suit and took a fighting stance.

The atmosphere became extremely dignified in an instant. The huge spiritual pressure filled this open area. It was obvious that he had not really started to do it, but the momentum was already surging like a storm, and the flat bluestone slabs around were cut into countless dense lines. crack.

"Really..."

Jingle Chunshui, who was wearing a colorful coat, sighed while pressing the round hat on his head, and said helplessly: "I just hope to solve the problem by peaceful means as much as possible. Why do you always choose to fight."

"Because violence...is the best way to solve the problem." Steve seemed to be reminded of a trace of memory, with a vaguely painful expression on his face, and said with deep feeling: "The best way to seek peace is way that can only be achieved through extreme violence checks and balances.”

His words are actually a metaphor for the situation in the world.

It is an ironic scene that mankind can maintain a fragile peace only under the checks and balances of the most destructive weapons in history.

"I appreciate you more and more."

Jingle Chunshui's eyes lit up slightly, and he chuckled, "Why don't you come and join my squad?"

"Then can you let me over?" Steve asked.

"Then can you wait three days?" Jingle Chunshui asked back.

The two were not talking, and the answer showed no.

Steve couldn't wait three days, and Jingle Chunshui couldn't let him pass.

Since conflicts cannot be mediated through negotiation, the only resort is to resort to violence as the last resort.

"Peter, get out of here quickly."

Steve raised his hand and stopped Spider-Man who planned to fight together.

In the latter's puzzled eyes, he explained in a deep voice: "The one who is standing in front of us is a captain, with the strength of the two of us now,

It is absolutely impossible to be his opponent, you leave here immediately, and then go to find other lost people. "

"Then... what about you, Captain?" Peter asked in a panic.

"I'm going to stay here and hold him back."

Steve's eyes were deep, his tone seemed a little heavy, and he said hurriedly: "I don't know how long it can be delayed, so you must be fast, don't look back, and bring the news of Tony's impending execution to other scattered people. ,Do you understand?"

"But......"

Peter's lips parted, wanting to say something more.

"Haven't you found it yet?!"

But Steve turned his head suddenly, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was like a ghost: "We are already under his spiritual pressure attack, if I hadn't stood in front of you, you wouldn't even be able to stand. arrive!"

boom--!

A huge heavy spiritual pressure fell on his shoulders like a mountain.

Almost in a split second, the pressure emanating from Steve made Peter’s whole body sound like fried beans, kneeling directly on the bluestone slab, sweat frantically seeping out of the pores, and the That red spider suit got wet!

Until this moment, he suddenly realized.

It turned out that Steve had always endured this terrifying spiritual pressure for him.

The captain of the 8th Division, Jingle Chunshui, just stood there and released the spiritual pressure, which made the two feel like falling into an ice cellar.

This is the captain-level death god.

In the face of such a terrifying existence, let alone fighting with him, even breathing is an extravagant hope.

"Go! Let's go!"

Steve's temples were bulging, and he shouted with all his strength: "Be sure to pass the news... to others!"

"Yes, Captain!"

Peter bit his lip, turned and ran out.

It was useless for him to stay here, and could only add unnecessary pressure to Steve. Instead, it would be better to follow the captain's order and quickly pass on the news of Tony's execution three days later to other people who didn't know.

"Are you going to drag me down alone and let your companions get a way out?"

Jingle Chunshui put his hands in his sleeves and looked at Peter who was leaving with a smile, and didn't mean to stop him: "I admire your courage and character, which is very rare among human beings. Squad?"

"Huchi...huchi..."

Steve breathed heavily, raised his head with difficulty, and his eyes were almost wet with sweat: "I want to join the Eighth Division, provided you let Tony go."

"In broad daylight, don't dream."

Jingle Chunshui smiled and said helplessly, "I don't dare to disobey the orders issued by the forty-sixth room of the Central Committee."

"Then there's nothing to talk about!" Steve concentrated the Reiatsu on his left arm in one breath, seized the flaw that Jingle Chunshui revealed when he spoke, and threw a punch with all his strength: "A giant blow!"

boom!

The sky blue spiritual power was released from the fist, like a roaring giant light dragon rushing out.

I saw countless flat bluestone slabs in front of them, torn apart in an instant by the mighty spiritual pressure fluctuations, ploughing out a deep ravine, and along with the rising winds, they all rushed towards the Jingle Chunshui.

"It's really nerve-racking..."

Jingle Chunshui's face was calm, and he stayed where he was.

The color cloak shook violently, looking at the fist pressure that was getting closer, he held down the round hat that was about to be blown away on his head, then slowly raised his right hand, and opened his palm indifferently.

boom!

The atmosphere shook violently, and it exploded with a loud explosion.

I saw the giant light dragon formed by the condensed spiritual power, and Jingle Chunshui took it easily with his bare hands, and with a slight force of his wrist, he swung the giant back with a single blow, changing the attack trajectory. tossed aside.

The wall of a pavilion connected to Chonglou was suddenly smashed into a huge gap by this punch.

Before the rising smoke completely dissipated, Jingle Chunshui suddenly froze slightly, and found that Steve's second punch had arrived, and the speed had been greatly improved compared to before, and the destructive power had increased a lot for no reason.

Swish!

The light dragon condensed with spiritual power failed and rushed straight towards the rear.

The front of the gorgeous five-story Chonglou city wall was directly collapsed by this powerful punch, and the vermilion roof tiles and white bricks shattered, and fell on the bluestone slab below like raindrops.

"I see......"

Jingle Chunshui suddenly appeared on the side, pressed the round hat and said with a smile: "First use the weaker first punch to confuse me, and then attack with the faster and more powerful second punch, I have to say what you think. not bad."

Steve's eyes narrowed slightly, and he exhaled a turbid breath from his lungs: "But you still avoided it, didn't you?"

"Your punching speed is very fast, and you should be considered the best among humans." Jingle Chunshui said modestly: "But unfortunately, at this level, I can easily escape with Shunpo."

It is true that his punching speed is very fast, and the general death can't react at all.

But if you look at the captain's eyes, Steve's proud punching speed is like a movie played several times slower.