Capítulo 140: The Proposition

Szayel was rooted on the spot. The terrifying aura around him had disappeared but the gory scene that was in front of his eyes horrified him so much that he even forgot to breathe. 

To Szayel who was taught how to fight by one of the best fighters in his clan of hundreds of thousands of people, this sight was no different than a newborn baby opening its eyes for the first time. 

It was one thing when you fought someone who had no intentions of harming you to begin with, but completely different when facing someone who could kill two hundred people without even breaking a sweat. And how would you feel if that being directed their bloodlust towards you?

Szayel felt a premonition of certain death. 

"Do I need to repeat myself?" asked the Semi-Saint Rank Swordsman. 

"N.. No.. Wait! Don't kill me! If you kill me, my clan will hunt you down!" spoke Szayel, again resorting to his clan's name.