Fresh Soul Coins

"Damn it, I was discovered!"

A Soul Master with a Rat Martial Soul fled in panic after being spotted by Grimmjow.

He had witnessed three children kill more than a dozen people with his own eyes. It was simply terrifying.

Especially that blue-haired child—after killing someone, he showed no fear at all. Instead, he was excited.

And especially that power. Not a single person could survive even one move from him.

Fear invaded his heart, shaking his body and exposing his originally hidden figure.

This Level 21 Agility-Type Soul Master fled at his fastest speed, hoping to return to his team.

He already regretted listening to his companions' suggestion to come steal the belongings of three children.

These weren't three children. They were three demons!

"Got you!"

An indifferent voice came from above. A sharp pain shot through his spine for an instant, and then he could feel nothing.

But that instant of agony made the Soul Master scream.

"Ahhh!!"

The piercing cry echoed through the Soul Hunting Forest.

"Tch, another one who likes to scream!"

"Quiet!"

Grimmjow stepped on the man's back, bent down, grabbed the Soul Master's head and chin with both hands, and twisted.

Crack!

The Agility-Type Soul Master completely lost his breath.

Aizen and Ulquiorra emerged from the woods behind him. Looking at the corpse on the ground, Aizen said in a low voice,

"I didn't expect us to be so careless that a pathetic rat saw something it shouldn't have."

Grimmjow chuckled, raised his head, and looked at the moon in the sky.

"Too bad he ran into me. He was just a rat, while I'm the king of panthers!"

Grimmjow grinned, his teeth gleaming coldly beneath the moonlight.

Though there was no blood on his teeth, the predatory aura around him sent chills down one's spine.

Aizen gave the corpse an indifferent glance, then shifted his gaze toward the direction it had been facing and said calmly,

"One rat has died, and now a pack of rats has arrived."

Grimmjow's smile grew even colder. He looked straight into the depths of the forest and extended his sharp claws.

"Whether rats come one at a time or in a pack makes no difference."

Under the gazes of the three, nine Soul Masters rushed out of the forest. Their strengths ranged from Level 15 to Level 25.

Nine against three.

The other side seemed to have the advantage in numbers, but Aizen and the others were not afraid in the slightest.

Aizen slowly drew the Zanpakuto at his waist, pointed its blade at the nine people, and said with a faint smile,

"If you leave now, I can spare you."

The nine people did not even look at Aizen. Instead, they looked at the Soul Master beneath Grimmjow's foot and called out,

"Little Su!"

Grimmjow glanced at the corpse beneath his foot and kicked it toward the nine Soul Masters.

"You want to collect this trash? Take it."

One of the Soul Masters dropped to his knees, tears streaming down his face. He wanted to touch the corpse but did not dare. He muttered,

"I got you killed. I got you killed... I'll avenge you!"

In an instant, the Soul Master revealed his Martial Soul—a Red-Eared Monkey.

He charged toward Grimmjow. At the same time, two Soul Rings rose beneath his feet, one white and one yellow.

"First Soul Skill, Acceleration!"

Splat!

The agile Grimmjow was faster than that Soul Master. One hand pierced through the man's chest, his claws emerging from his back. The Soul Master died just like that in Grimmjow's hand.

"Trash. Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit, yet you looked down on me and didn't use your strongest power from the start. Wasn't that just seeking death?"

With the death of the second Soul Master, the fury of the remaining eight erupted like a lit bundle of explosives.

"I'll kill you!"

"Bastard, that was my younger brother!"

"Damn it, he's clearly just a child, yet he does something so cruel!"

Curses, hatred, rage, and madness filled their hearts in an instant.

In their eyes, it no longer mattered whether their opponents were children.

Even if they were infants, they would kill them.

Grimmjow grinned and raised the hand still holding the Soul Master. His first Soul Ring lit up, and the bright yellow Soul Ring was painfully glaring in the eyes of those eight people.

A mere child actually had a Hundred-Year Soul Ring!

"Cero!"

Sky-blue Soul Power gathered at Grimmjow's fingertips. He released a beam of Soul Power that struck the foremost Soul Master, caving in his chest and making him spit blood.

The remaining seven were not afraid. Instead, their bloodlust grew even stronger.

"Little U, help him," Aizen said calmly as he swung the Zanpakuto in his hand.

"Sit Upon the Frozen Heavens, Hyōrinmaru!"

"Flock of Birds Ice Pillar!"

More than a dozen ice spikes flew out with Aizen's slash.

The seven Soul Masters, having revealed their Martial Souls, let out roars as they blocked the ice spikes.

Most of the ice spikes were blocked, but three of them were seriously injured due to their lack of strength.

One was nailed to the ground by an ice spike, unable to move.

One had his head pierced by an ice spike and fell backward.

One had his thigh pierced by an ice spike and collapsed to the ground.

The remaining four Soul Masters split up. Two charged toward Aizen, but Aizen remained unmoved.

A black shadow shot out from the side and punched the temple of a Soul Master attacking Grimmjow.

The Soul Master's eyes bulged, and blood vessels instantly filled his eye sockets. He spun through the air three times before hitting the ground, never to rise again.

The black shadow then kicked another Soul Master in the stomach.

However, this Soul Master was somewhat quick-witted and blocked it with his hands.

Ulquiorra frowned and raised a finger. His first Soul Ring lit up.

Cero!

The Soul Master who had blocked the kick had still been grinning, but upon seeing the green light, his smile froze.

Biu!

The Cero struck him squarely in the forehead, shattering his skull. Sharp bone fragments pierced his brain, causing instant brain death.

Two Soul Masters remained attacking Aizen.

Aizen thrust his blade into one Soul Master's chest, even though the man had used a defensive Soul Skill.

Under the absolute suppression of Level 29 Soul Power, the sharp blade still pierced through the defense and entered his body. Cold air seeped from the wound.

The last one had his spine pierced by Grimmjow's claw as he rushed back. Grimmjow's blood-red hand was not far from Aizen's cheek.

Before dying, the Soul Master still wore an excited expression as though he was about to succeed, but the sickle Martial Soul in his hand could never fall.

His excitement gradually faded, his eyes dimmed, and all life left him.

If any were not yet dead, Ulquiorra spotted them at a glance and finished them off.

The ten Soul Masters fell around the three of them just like that.

The smell of blood attracted numerous Soul Beasts.

These Soul Beasts did not charge forward directly. They waited.

Aizen ordered Ulquiorra to take the Soul Coins from the Soul Masters, then led the two away from the battlefield. The rest could be left to the Soul Beasts.

Including the Soul Masters killed by Grimmjow, the ten dead Soul Masters brought Aizen 15,200 Soul Coins.

At the same time, Aizen's Soul Power reached Level 30.

The Soul Coins and Soul Power gained in just a few minutes were nearly ten times what they could obtain from killing Soul Beasts in a day.

Aizen could not help but feel his blood surge.

Soul Masters—living Soul Coins!

After finding a safe place, Aizen continued summoning.

This time, he would show no mercy. As long as they were trash, he would kill them.

He could both reclaim Soul Coins and gain a tiny amount of Soul Power.

What mattered in soldiers was quality, not quantity.

The second round of summoning tonight began!

With over a hundred summoning chances, he should be able to summon a Shinigami with potential, right?