The Ten Blades of the Pirate

Chapter 12 The Tragic Lieutenant Flying Squirrel

"Your Excellency, this seems to be against the rules!"

Grimmjow was a little surprised. He didn't expect that someone would dare to stop him. He slightly raised his eyelids and looked at the person standing in front of him.

Wearing a lavender striped suit and a dark blue shirt, wearing a coat of justice, punk head, two beards, and a big sharp knife pinned to his waist.

"navy?"

Grimmjow said with some doubts, after all, he is not from this world.

"Vice Admiral Flying Squirrel!"

Seeing that Grimmjow didn't recognize him, the flying squirrel immediately reported his family name, and the hollow hole in the opponent's abdomen had already allowed him to guess the identity of the opponent.

"Lieutenant General? So, you are very strong!"

There was a hint of madness on Grimmjow's face.

In the past few days, he hadn't encountered any strong people. His belligerent factor had been aroused long ago, and he was already hungry and thirsty.

The flying squirrel didn't understand what Grimmjow meant by saying this, and he didn't pay attention to it.

This person should be a member of the Ten Blades organization he was going to meet on this trip.

Otherwise, he would not stand up, a devil fruit is not in his eyes.

When I was about to explain my intention.

"Ha, Vice Admiral, if you want to stop me, let me try your strength!"

Grimmjow propped up his bent body, and said with a frenzied grin.

In an instant, the majestic spiritual power covered in light blue, which seemed to be substantial, spread loudly, and a terrifying aura descended from the sky, sweeping away in all directions.

Standing in front of Grimmjow, Lieutenant Flying Squirrel will bear the brunt!

Under the impact of this violent energy, Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel's face turned red, and there seemed to be a huge force on his shoulders. This incomparable spiritual pressure directly suppressed him and knelt down on the ground.

"puff."

The flying squirrel suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turned pale, and the aura on his body seemed to be even more sluggish.

The rest of the people in the auction house were even more unbearable. They were directly suppressed and fell to the ground, looking at Grimmjow in shock.

Under the terrifying spiritual pressure, the air seemed to become sticky, and it was extremely difficult to even move a finger.

The oppressive atmosphere and smooth breathing have become a luxury.

"The overlord is domineering!"

These words were almost roared out by the flying squirrel general, with horror and disbelief on his face.

"This is simply impossible. With the domineering look and arrogance, how can it be possible to be inferior to others."

Overlord-like arrogance is a monarch-level arrogance that only one in a million people possesses, and it is impossible to submit to others.

"White beard and red hair both have the overlord's arrogance... which one is not the contemporary overlord!"

Why does this person have the domineering aura?

Shock and disbelief still remained on Flying Squirrel's face. Marshal Warring States and the three generals seemed to underestimate the Ten Blades organization.

"Ha! Overlord look domineering? What is that? Is it your human moves?"

Grimmjow stared blankly at the kneeling flying squirrel, unable to resist his aura, which instantly extinguished his desire to fight.

How weak!
He is warlike, but he prefers to fight the strong.

He can't even look at such a weak person who can't even stand up to his aura.

"Huh? Isn't it domineering and domineering?"

The flying squirrel was stunned, but he didn't expect that it wasn't domineering.

After thinking about it carefully, he murmured: "Although it is more prestigious than the domineering look, it does not seem to be the domineering look of the king, but what is the trembling that comes from the soul?"

Although there are many questions, they can only be suppressed in his heart. Now he will meet the leader of the ten blades Natsume first.

"Is your navy only at your level? That's too weak."

Hearing this sentence, the flying squirrel almost vomited blood angrily.

However, this person is indeed very strong, at least he has the strength to surpass that of a general.

Where did the monster come from!

Grimmjow raised his feet and walked out, this time no one dared to stop him.

At this moment, everyone around collapsed under the oppression of the aura, and even the lieutenant general of the Navy headquarters couldn't resist the aura of the monster.

Let alone these people, it is even more unbearable.

"Your Excellency, wait."

Seeing that Grimmjow was about to leave after slapping his butt, the flying squirrel hurriedly shouted.

"With your appearance, you still want to stop me? Could it be that you want to die!"

Grimmjow looked at the flying squirrel sarcastically, even a little annoyed, and his eyes were even more murderous.

Seeing that Grimmjow was about to kill, Flying Squirrel quickly waved his hands and explained, "No, sir, you misunderstood."

"This time I came to the East China Sea, mainly under the order of Marshal Warring States of the Navy Headquarters to recruit a man named Natsume. I don't know where he is now..."

When Grimmjow heard the word Natsume, his eyes sharpened, and he said angrily, "Presumptuous! You can call Master Natsume by his first name, and still recruit him?"

Immediately, he raised his right foot at an extremely fast speed and kicked the flying squirrel in the chest, and suddenly a violent force hit the chest.

"Crack!"

The flying squirrel felt as if the bones in its chest were shattered, and all the bones in its body seemed to be whining.

"Ahhh!"

A scream sounded, and the heart-piercing pain swept through the whole body.

"puff."

He flipped a few somersaults in the air and crashed to the ground like a dead dog, with the blood in his mouth constantly spitting out.

Grimmjow was completely indifferent to this.

"bass……"

Grimmjow pulled out the long knife at his waist expressionlessly, and made a screeching sound that made the scalp tingle.

He took a step forward, and within a blink of an eye, he had already arrived at the side of the flying squirrel.

The long knife was horizontal in the air, swung down suddenly without any warning, and slashed at the fallen flying squirrel like tearing through the air.

The aura of the knife was overflowing, and the irritating flying squirrel opened his eyes slightly, seeing the long knife swinging towards him, his eyes burst out, and his liver and gallbladder were suddenly cracked with fright.

"Wait, cough, cough, I am here to deliver Devil Fruits to Your Excellency Natsume."

At this moment, the edge of Grimmjow's long knife was already close to the tip of the flying squirrel's nose, and upon hearing that, he stopped suddenly, as if time stood still.

"Oh? You are the one who gave the devil fruit."

Grimmjow flicked a sword flower, and put away the long knife with a snap.

Before the flying squirrel could continue, Grimmjow rolled his eyes and said directly, "Give me the Devil Fruit! Spare your life."

"Uh, where is Your Excellency Natsume? The Navy Headquarters has other matters to discuss."

The flying squirrel saw that the man in front of him opened his mouth to ask for a devil fruit, so he didn't dare to refuse it directly, but implicitly suggested that it was directly handed over to Natsume. Are you going to steal something from your lord?
Grimmjow didn't pay attention at all, and said with a chuckle, "Lord Natsume should be in Rogge Town, of course I don't know if he's here or not."

After a pause, he continued in a cold voice: "But I know, if you don't give me the devil fruit today, hehe..."

All of a sudden, there are ten devil fruits to start with, this trip is not a loss, hehe.

Grimmjow's heart was already full of joy. As for Natsume-sama, he would never admit that he robbed the Navy's Devil Fruit.

Hearing these words, the flying squirrel was furious, thinking about whether to hand over the devil fruit.

"What? Human, do you want me to help you think about it..."

As he spoke, Grimmjow rested his right hand on the hilt of the long knife at his waist, the threat couldn't be more obvious.

"it is good!"

"Give you!"

(End of this chapter)