Chapter 622: Bumped (2)

Chapter 622: Bumped (2)

As everyone knows.

In the entire Gotei 13 Division, only death god of 11th Division, the successive Captain is held by Kenpachi, and he advocates martial arts and fighting, and regards death in battle as an honorable destination.

Such a group of almost all combat maniacs, formed into a combat Division, every battle will be sure to rush to the front, the death rate is always high, and it is the most in Seireitei!

Therefore, death god of other divisions is generally very afraid of the people of 11th Division, afraid of being caught by this group of idle madmen, and then pulled to the training ground to have a hearty battle.

"It's actually that group of madmen!"

This group of death god showed surprise, and there was a trace of fear in their eyes. They looked at Frank as if they were looking at a ghost.

"Then you slowly investigate, no hurry, we will go first, quickly go!" Those death god shoved and turned to run, not giving Frank a chance to speak at all.

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Frank was confused. He still wanted to take the opportunity to get some information. Why did these guys all run away when he reported the name of the team?

Looking at the back of the group of people who fled in panic, they disappeared in sight in a few breaths. The speed was so fast that it made people speechless. It was like being scared to death by the name of '11th Division'. Gét latest novel chapters on nov(e)lbj/n(.)c/om

"Am I that terrible?"

Frank scratched his nose, his face was a little surprised, whispered: "Just hearing the reputation of 11th Division, running so fast."

Even if the responsibility of 11th Division is the combat force, should these death god be so afraid?

Moreover..

Why did those people use the word 'madman' to describe the members of 11th Division?

At the thought of this, Frank always felt a little uneasy and wondered if he was cheated by Lod again.

"Hey ---Do you know where the accident is?"

Just as his mind was filled with wild thoughts, a tender voice came from behind him.

Frank's heart suddenly tightened, his pupils contracted slightly, and someone suddenly approached from behind him.

But he actually didn't notice it at all!

To be able to approach silently meant that this person was very strong.

After being slightly stiff for half a second, Frank slowly turned around and looked at the source of the sound.

A huge pressure descended along his palm. The pressure was as heavy as a mountain, forcing Frank's feet to directly sink into the ground. His bones and muscles burst out with a crackling sound like fried beans.

A terrifying Spiritual Power that was enough to suffocate people was like an endless abyss that enveloped Frank's entire body. It made his scalp numb and he couldn't stop sweating.

Frank turned his neck stiffly and looked at the owner of the hand behind him.

It was a spike-like hairstyle, and each thorn had a golden bell hanging on it. sword had a scar across the left side of his face and a ferocious face. He wore a pirate eye patch on his right eye, which made this burly man, who was two meters tall, look extremely ferocious.

This tall and burly man had a sheathless zanpakuto on his waist. He was covered in a white feather coat. His original sleeve seemed to have been removed, and the edges of his shirt were exposed with saw-like cracks. The front of his shirt was wide open, and he could vaguely see sword's wounds all over his chest.

Just standing there, this man exuded an unruly and wild temperament from the inside out. His sharp eyes were like sword's blades, sweeping over his body over and over again.

thump thump...

Frank instantly seemed to be furious. He immediately took a few steps back and subconsciously wanted to stay away from the extremely dangerous man.

"Captain ---It's him!"

Kusajishi Yachiru sat on the high wall, happily swinging her two white and tender legs. She waved to the burly man and shouted excitedly, "This uncle is a disaster. We were the first to find him!"

"Got it, Eight Thousand Streams."

The man's fierce eyes revealed a heartfelt joy, and a faint fighting spirit could be seen. The corners of his lips raised into a flamboyant smile. "Hey, are you the strongest?"

"What do you mean?" Frank was stunned and did not understand the meaning of this sentence.

"I mean..."

The burly man grinned. "Are you the strongest one among the group of travelers?"

"Probably not the strongest."

Frank cautiously chose a compromise. Although he did not understand the reason why he asked, he did not want to expose his real situation.

"Is that so?"

The fire in the burly man's eyes dimmed visibly. He seemed to be very disappointed. With a tone full of disdain, he clicked his tongue and asked, "Then who is the strongest person in your disaster?"

"John Constantine."

Frank did not hesitate at all. He sold his 'companion' faster than instinct.

He was even afraid that the other party would not recognize him, so he directly threw over a photo. His face was not red, and his heart was not beating. "It's him. He is the strongest one among us, and his strength is said to be comparable to Captain."