The Quincy's Way of Fighting

At the center of the battlefield, Sosuke Aizen wore his usual gentle smile, as though the current situation was nothing worth mentioning.

Kaname Tosen stood calmly beside Aizen, one arm around Rukia. His eyes were wrapped in bandages, making his expression impossible to read.

"Tosen, you've completed your mission well. Stand down." Aizen spoke softly without turning his head.

Everyone slightly furrowed their brows. Was he actually planning to face the five of them alone?

"Yes, Lord Aizen." Kaname Tosen did not question him in the slightest. He gave a small nod and was about to withdraw.

"Who said you could leave?"

Soi Fon shouted coldly. The group's encirclement suddenly contracted, sealing off every escape route for Kaname Tosen.

Aizen calmly swept his gaze around them, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Then how are you planning to keep us here?"

"Wouldn't we know if we tried?" Yoruichi's eyes darkened as she snorted coldly. Her body lowered slightly, her golden pupils as sharp as an eagle's.

She wasted no words. Before her voice had even faded, her figure vanished!

At almost the same time, the petite Soi Fon also darted in from the other side, attacking Aizen from both left and right.

Both of them were renowned for their mastery of Flash Step among the Captain-level, and their speed was astonishing.

Facing the pincer attack from two directions, moving at extreme speed, Aizen did not even seem inclined to move his feet from where he stood.

"Too slow."

Aizen spoke softly.

The instant his words fell, he casually parried Yoruichi's seemingly certain strike with his blade. On the other side, Soi Fon's Zanpakuto was even more absurdly stopped by one of his hands, unable to advance even an inch.

"Wh..." Soi Fon's pupils contracted slightly.

Aizen forced Yoruichi back