"The local Menos are unbelievably rude."
Su Feng still held a grudge over Stark fleeing without a fight.
An Arrancar, Resurrección, at full strength, buffs fully stacked—and he had not even possessed the courage to fight Su Feng with everything he had.
And Barragan, the King of Hueco Mundo, had shown no fighting spirit either. He had sold out his allies without the slightest hesitation.
After merely clashing with him once, the guy had tucked his tail and fled like a stray dog.
When it came to courage, he was even worse than Stark.
"Lord Su Feng, you weren't hurt, were you?" True to her innocent and kind nature, Nel had already decided that Su Feng was one of her own.
Su Feng shook his head. "That level isn't enough to hurt me. Stark had no will to fight at all."
"Hehe, it's good that you're not hurt. That means Nel doesn't have to worry."
Nel had always wandered Hueco Mundo alone. Now that she had suddenly joined a faction, she naturally adjusted her identity and sense of belonging.
Rather than saying Su Feng had defeated Nel, it would be more accurate to say that his persistence had moved her.
Su Feng smiled at that. With practiced ease, he reached out and gently ruffled her emerald-green hair. The pleasant feel and touch left both of them quite satisfied.
"Did you notice it?" Azashiro Soya suddenly asked with an indifferent expression. "That strange and unfamiliar fluctuation..."
"Shh—" Su Feng raised a finger to his lips, an inscrutable smile at the corner of his eyes. "Don't go spouting nonsense about things like that. Any fluctuation you sensed was just an illusion."
Azashiro Soya fell silent, unable to understand what madness this fellow was up to now.
After a brief exchange, Su Feng