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Uryu slowly raised the Spirit Bow in his hand, pointing it directly at Ichigo.

"Then let me test you myself and see if your skills have improved at all."

His tone was cold and ruthless, as was his expression.

Kurosaki Ichigo pushed himself up to his feet, gritting his teeth: "You idiot!"

why?

There were clearly no other Quincy present, and Yhwach was being held back by Sasuke.

Why does he still stand so "stubbornly" on the side of the invisible empire?

He understands Yulong.

Although this guy is usually a bit sharp-tongued and has a quirky personality, he is definitely not the kind of person who would betray his companions when it comes to matters of principle.

There's only one reason why he's still acting and pretending!

"That guy..." Ichigo cursed inwardly through gritted teeth, "He thinks Sasuke can't beat Yhwach!"

Because he believed that Sasuke and the Gotei 13 would ultimately fail, Uryu believed that the current situation was still one of absolute dominance by the Wandenreich.

He had to continue hiding within the organization, even if it meant bearing the infamy.

Having figured all this out, an unnamed fire instantly surged up from Ichigo's chest.

It wasn't because of Yulong's "betrayal," but because this self-righteous guy wanted to shoulder all the burdens by himself again!

"You idiot!"

Kurosaki Ichigo gritted his teeth and no longer hesitated. The black longbow he had originally used for shooting was now wielded like a greatsword, crackling with violent blue spiritual flames as he slashed down!

"Sasuke will absolutely not lose to Yhwach!"

"And just how arrogant are you going to be?!"

"You've taken all the danger upon yourself! What do you take us, your comrades, for?!"

Faced with Ichigo's furious rant, a flicker of emotion flashed in Ishida Uryu's eyes, and he also raised the Spirit Bow in his hand.

Just like back then, in Karakura Town, the first battle between the Shinigami and the Quincy.

Chapter 282 That Year I Was Seventeen, Number One in the World (The End)

"Kurosaki, do you know? I am the heir to the Wandenreich."

Uryu Ishida pushed up his glasses and looked at Ichigo Kurosaki with a cold gaze.

Kurosaki Ichigo's pupils contracted.

Shocked, filled with disbelief.

Heir?

and many more......

What exactly happened?

Isn't the head of the Invisible Empire that guy called "Yhwach"?

Wasn't Yulong's father just an ordinary human being?

“We had a contest when you first became Death.”

Ishida Uryu spoke calmly and continued.

"However, some unexpected things happened that time, and no final result was obtained."

"Now is the best opportunity."

"Come on, draw your sword."

......

After half an hour.

This battlefield is drawing to a close.

That was a battle between a young Quincy and a young Shinigami.

Ishida Uryu stood arrogantly in front of Kurosaki Ichigo.

He gently raised his hand, patted his pristine white sleeves, and swept away the already nonexistent dust.

"How pathetic, Ichigo Kurosaki."

The tone was condescending.

"Have you clearly seen the gap between us now?"

"You can no longer keep up with me."

Kurosaki Ichigo fell to the ground.

Covered in blood, he struggled to lift his head and stared intently at Ishida Uryu in front of him.

His face was full of disbelief.

How could this be...?

Just now, when they were fighting, the two were evenly matched.

She even left many scars on his body.

But suddenly...

All of Ishida Uryu's injuries vanished into thin air.

Then...

Those scars were all on his body!

Because they were classmates and friends, Ichigo Kurosaki held back, so the injuries he sustained weren't too deep.

But the accumulated pain erupted violently at the same moment, which still made it difficult for him to bear.

"I'm curious, what kind of ability is this?"

Ishida Uryu casually flicked his hand.

The blue-white spiritual particles dissipated, and the spiritual bow disappeared.

"This is the power that belongs exclusively to the Quincy of the Wandenreich, the Sternritter."

"It is the 'holy script' bestowed by His Majesty Yhwach."

He spoke calmly and eloquently.

"From A to Z, there are a total of twenty-six people."

"Even if Uchiha Sasuke is incredibly strong and his methods are unpredictable, he has already killed quite a few..."

"However, within the Sternritter, there are still more than twenty strong individuals with captain-level or even stronger abilities."

"not to mention......"

“Even if someone dies, His Majesty Yhwach can still bestow that sacred script upon others if he so desires.”

He spoke each word with utmost care and clarity, so much so that it was almost verbose.

“And my holy script is the same level as His Majesty Yhwach, ‘A’.”

Ishida Uryu extended his hand, his gaze slightly lowered.

Its name is 'Complete Opposition'.

"This is a very powerful ability."

"I can reverse or transfer everything that happens between any two things."

"For example, just now."

“I have transferred all the hurt I have suffered onto you.”

Kurosaki Ichigo gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with horror.

Damage transfer?

He was an excellent student, with his Chinese language scores ranking among the top.

Even if being a substitute Grim Reaper interfered with his studies, he shouldn't be so clueless as to not understand the literal meaning of those four words.

only......

He simply couldn't fathom how such bizarre rules could possibly work in reality.

How could damage that landed squarely on someone be reversed and transferred?

This ability is absolutely insane.

"Don't show that surprised expression."

Ishida Uryu glanced at him, his tone dismissive.

"The power of sacred script is inherent, just like the 'A' that Your Majesty also possesses."

"His ability is 'omniscient and omnipotent,' like that of a god..."

"No, Your Majesty, it is a god."

Omniscient and omnipotent? Impossible!

Is it really possible for someone to possess such an unreasonable ability?

Ishida Uryu twitched the corner of his mouth.

He lowered his head and gave Kurosaki Ichigo a deep look.

"Out of consideration for our past friendship, I will spare your life this time."

"But the next time we meet, it will definitely be a life-or-death battle."

A gentle breeze swept by, lifting his white Quincy robe.

"If you want to catch up with me, if you still dare to dream of fighting me..."