Andrew Tate could feel his wife-beater energy rising and rising. Using his arms, he began to swing his six blades all at once to deflect Rukia's relentless assault while dodging Uryu's well-placed arrows.
This was proving harder than he had imagined. Like, come on, who could have thought that a 1 vs 2 would be hard, especially when fighting a ranged type?
The chip damage was going insane. Sure, Uryu's arrows weren't doing that much damage, but the thing was, Uryu's arrows always hit the same spot, so it was starting to hurt. The chip damage was turning real.
It wasn't going well for him.
For all his strength, for all his rage, they were still pushing him back.
Then, he remembered something—he was an Espada, which meant he had fucking subordinates.
"Tesra!! Do something, you useless piece of shit!!"
His Fracción, Tesra Lindocruz, wasted no time. Just like his master, he was ready to hate on some women.
What could he say? It just ran in the family, he guessed.
"Vertere, Verruga."
A pulse of green Reiryoku surged outward as the Fracción transformed, his body bulking up, muscles expanding—
He looked like a horse on steroids if we were being honest about his build. He was not ready for that life.
And after transforming and mentally glazing his master in his mind, he decided to do what all good DPS in Marvel Rivals do... rush toward the support and get ready to make them test his damage.
And in the next instant, he was charging Uryu.
"Che—!" Uryu barely had a second to react before the hulking Arrancar was right in his face, fist barreling toward him like a truck.
He didn't have time to deal with this weakling.
Yes, to him, this guy was weak... very much so. Maybe he would have been a problem for Soul Society Uryu... but not him.
He was stronger.
'Fine then.'
He would end this fast.
Uryu snapped his bow into existence, pulling back a glowing arrow—
And then—
He began to chant. Because unlike his brother, he wasn't that big of a prodigy. The chants were like a requirement for him, while for Sora... well, they were just a recommendation, optional really.
"Shape the will of the world, let the elements obey my command—Elemental Creation!"
The Reishi around him shifted.
Air whipped violently as raw spiritual particles condensed in his palm.
The energy coiled, shifted, condensed—
Before it exploded outward, taking the form of a swirling windstorm.
"Elementarschöpfung!!"
He thrust his hand forward.
A hurricane of pure Reishi-infused wind blasted forward—
And in the blink of an eye—
Tesra was gone.
Literally torn apart.
The wind had ripped through him like a blender set to "hollow purée mode."
Not a single molecule remained.
His guts were destroyed, his body gone, reduced to nothing but dust.
Like he was hit by a Hollow Purple imbued with a world-cutting slash, like he was slammed between two four-ton beings—he was not surviving that.
Silence.
Rukia actually paused mid-swing to stare.
The fuck? She knew Uryu was strong, but last she checked, he wasn't that strong. Maybe her idea of strength had been messed up, considering her friend group was made up of...
One group project, one anomaly Quincy, then there was her brother who was a prodigy, the prince of Window Peak, The Chad, The busted healer, and Mister No Hoes. {Wonder who that.}
Hm. Yeah, the average level of strength of her friends was bare minimum Captain level, with Mister Window Peak bringing the average down a bit... Yes, The Chad was stronger in his Fullbring form... and Orihime was a healer, so her strength wasn't taken into interest—more like her utility... and she had a lot of that.
She was big stronk. Plus, Sora would let it spray on anyone who hurt his little sister... Yes, Orihime was his sister now, and Ichigo his brother-in-law. Don't question it.
Even Andrew Tate, mid-parry, glanced over—
Only to see nothing.
"Huh." Uryu adjusted his glasses with a smug look. "Guess he couldn't handle the breeze."
Somewhere in Las Noches... Sora cringed. {Chapter 129}
Rukia, blinking, lowered her sword slightly. "Uryu... what the heck was that?"
The Quincy smirked, taking a slow, deliberate breath—
Before turning to her dramatically, the glow of Reishi still flickering in his palm.
"Elementarschöpfung."
He pushed up his glasses again, the light gleaming off the lens.
"An advanced Quincy spell that allows the user to create and manipulate genuine elemental forces—fire, water, wind, lightning, and ice—by directly shaping Reishi into tangible elements."
His voice dripped with superiority.
"Unlike standard Quincy attacks that merely form Reishi constructs, this technique fundamentally transforms Reishi into elemental states, making the flames burn, the lightning strike, and the ice freeze just as real as any natural phenomenon."
He tilted his head slightly, a smirk curling on his lips.
"In simpler terms, Rukia—"
He stepped forward, his tone smug.
"Anything a Shinigami can do, a Quincy can do better."
Rukia stared.
For a long, long moment.
Then—
She seemed to realize something. So this is what those two brothers had been working on? They were out here making skills to turn Quincy into goddamn Avatars, masters of all four elements.
Granted, that was a lot—and she does mean a lot—of security. Making the elements your bitch was something anyone could only dream of, yet, they did it.
Because they were big stronk.
And because Uryu was hella smart.
A/N.
Someone on Webnovel had predicted that Sora would make a move like that, wondering if they still reading it now, to see if their prediction turn out truth.