The battle ended quickly.
Although Frank’s tactical literacy was extremely high, relying on infallible curved shots and the different abilities of his left and right gunblades, he caused quite a bit of trouble for Lord.
But facing Lord who had gotten serious, Frank could only end up defeated.
One slash!
After the Shikai, Kamishini no Yari pierced through his abdomen with sound barrier-breaking speed before Frank could react at all, to the extent that it took a moment for his pain nerves to catch up.
As for Lord, aside from his clothes being slightly damaged, everything else could be said to be completely unscathed!
Regarding this result, Frank was clearly somewhat surprised; he hadn’t expected the gap between the two of them to actually be to such an extent!
Lord, on the other hand, felt it was very normal.
A battle between Shinigamis is a battle of Spiritual Pressure!
No matter how formidable your Zanpakuto, swordsmanship, Kido, Hakuda, and other techniques are, in the end, what is being compared is still Spiritual Pressure!
Just like the Soul Society’s Head Captain, the number one Shinigami in a thousand years: Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto.
The true terror of this Head Captain does not lie in his Ryujin Jakka at all, but rather in his own massive Spiritual Pressure.
Even if he discards his Zanpakuto to fight, it is still enough to crush ninety percent of Shinigamis!
Therefore, Frank did not lose unfairly.
After all, he had just been promoted to a Shinigami.
Although his Zanpakuto could achieve Shikai, the essence of his Spiritual Pressure was only at the eighth rank, equivalent to the level of an ordinary Shinigami.
Running into Lord, who ranked among the seated officers, and under the state of Zanpakuto Shikai, wasn’t being crushed a matter of course?
“I will remember this wound.”
Frank said gloomily, “Next time, I will definitely cut a gash on your bastard’s stomach too!”
Anyone who had a gash cut into their stomach by someone else would probably feel just as displeased as Frank.
“Alright, if you can pull it off.” Lord shrugged, indicating he didn’t mind.
However, he felt that Frank probably wouldn’t have the chance in this lifetime.
Possessing the Golden Finger, he would grow at an extremely fast speed, pulling the distance between them wider and wider!
Perhaps one day, he too could be like Aizen, casually crushing a Captain-level Shinigami!
“It won’t be far!”
Lord thought silently in his heart, possessing the Soul King Cultivation System, surpassing Aizen was merely a matter of time.
Returning to the main topic.
Lord greatly appreciated Frank, not only because his tactical literacy was extremely high, but also because of his speed in adapting to unfamiliar situations!
Every Shinigami had a Zanpakuto, but people who could perfectly adapt to their own abilities and maximize their potential were few and far between.
Most Shinigamis slowly adapted to and became proficient with their Zanpakuto through Cultivate and battles over long years.
But Frank was different!
As the Punisher, Frank had an extremely high sensitivity to combat, possessing extremely strong combat literacy, willpower, and tactics, along with the ability to translate them into reality!
The gunblade in his left hand could consume an indeterminate amount of spiritual power according to the user’s will to manufacture multi-purpose bullets.
Currently, these included but were not limited to six types: blasting, acceleration, Fire, poison gas, shotgun, and freezing.
As for the gunblade in his right hand, it could condense reishi into bullets, and then drive them into the body of the soul via firearms, imparting different effects to the recipient, and it could even be bestowed upon others!
“Fight to the Death” was one of those categories, similar to the effect of adrenaline, but the magnitude of the boost far exceeded adrenaline, belonging to a life-risking skill.
There was also another bullet effect that, once driven into a person’s body, had a healing effect similar to Kaido.
The most crucial part was that the effects could actually stack!
It could be said that Pale Justice fit the Punisher’s style extremely well!
“Then, Frank.”
Lord said faintly, “Power, you have it now. Next, what do you plan to do?”
Frank was slightly startled, and then his eyes were quickly filled with the flames of anger: “Does that question even need to be asked?”
He certainly hadn’t forgotten who the culprit was that made him suffer so much and even nearly cost him his life!
Bullseye!
The sins flowing on this executioner hired by Kingpin could not be washed clean even if he were cast into Hell!
“Of course it’s revenge!”
Frank’s eyes flashed with a fierce light, revealing a slightly ferocious smile: “Blood for blood, violence for violence, this is the Punisher’s style!”
“Good luck.”
Lord took a slight step back, and then made a gesture of invitation.
“I will.”
Frank nodded heavily, saying with a solemn face, “After I come back, my life will be yours!”
He never easily made promises to people, but towards the man in front of him who gave him power and a second life, Frank made the greatest promise!
“Not needed.”
Lord smiled and shook his head: “Frank, I saved you just because I wanted to save you. Your life is your own and does not belong to anyone, so you don’t need to thank me. Rashly offering your life and loyalty out of admiration and gratitude is, to me, the most foolish act.”
Wanting to subdue someone by coercing them with grace was the lowest-tier method, and Lord disdained to do so.
Even if he agreed today, given Frank’s personality, if it wasn’t sincere, how long could this relationship be maintained?
Therefore, cast a long line to catch a big fish!
Lord wasn’t in a rush for the moment; anyway, the favor Frank owed wouldn’t disappear, and sooner or later, he would be firmly in his grasp!
“Fine, since you insist.”
Frank gave him a deep look and sighed: “Your words always make a lot of sense. I will, as you said, use my own eyes to confirm whether you are worth following.”
Fisk Tower!
The largest underworld boss in the U.S., the man hailed as the emperor of the underworld, Kingpin, lived on the top floor of this tower!
“Kingpin… Bullseye…”
Frank under the moonlight, wearing a black trench coat, looked just like a Shinigami claiming lives, his eyes flickering with crimson killing intent: “Your time of Death has arrived!”
Frank walked step by step, slowly towards Fisk Tower.
A place that previously required exhausting all kinds of effort to sneak into was now no longer necessary for him.
In the state of a Shinigami spiritual body, these people without spiritual power were simply unable to see Frank.
Frank was right in the middle, but those patrolling people passing by didn’t notice him at all.
“Let’s start from here.”
Frank chanted lowly in his heart.
Zanpakuto Shikai — Pale Justice!
Without any superfluous nonsense or the slightest sign, Frank began his Carnage!
“People of sin need no forgiveness!”
Bang!
The roaring bullet instantly left the chamber, piercing through a fierce-looking suit-wearing man!
A person suddenly died from a headshot.
The remaining patrolling people saw this scene and instantly became as noisy as an exploded chamber!
“What happened?”
“Pier is dead!”
“Someone is invading! Someone is invading!”
Bang!
Another person had their head blown off, white viscous matter mixed with bright red splashing onto the person next to them!
“Save… Save me!”
“Shoot! Shoot quickly!”
“Where is he? Where is the intruder?”
Frank expressionlessly let his gunblades emit a wanton roar, driving bullets one by one into these people’s chests!
“He… He is a demon!”
“He is a demon, we can’t see him!”
“Kill him! Kill him!”
“Don’t kill me! I was wrong!”
Before Death, all beings are equal.
When they stood on the side of sin to bully the weak, did they ever think that they would be eliminated by an even more powerful force?
Obviously they hadn’t heard of it!
“Sins ought to be executed!”
Frank completely ignored these people’s pleas and wails, ruthlessly pulling the trigger and harvesting their lives!
Listen, that is the sound of Death!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The wails and pleas gradually grew faint.
Frank walked past blood and corpses, heading towards the top floor of Fisk Tower.
Tonight, the moonlight is truly U.S.!