But Uehara Shiroha was able to dodge it with effortless grace, his movements so fluid that he appeared almost completely relaxed in the face of their coordinated assault. There was no discernible tension in his posture, no strain evident in his expression—just the calm, unshakable confidence of a genuine master at play.

Uehara Shiroha flashed through the air like an ethereal phantom, materializing behind Stark with his sword already in motion. "I should be accurately classified as an all-round combatant," he remarked with casual indifference as his blade descended, "but speed does indeed represent my most significant tactical advantage."

"Ordinary" Shunpō, "ordinary" slash—or so these techniques might appear to untrained observers. But these seemingly basic maneuvers, performed with such transcendent skill, left the top Espadas utterly helpless before him. These were warriors who had terrorized Hueco Mundo for centuries, Arrancar who had earned their elite positions among Aizen's forces through countless victorious battles, yet they now found themselves dodging desperately, their dignity and composure in tatters.

Over there, Harribel finally processed the tactical reality of their situation and rushed to support Stark, her movements urgent and determined. The realization had dawned upon her with crystalline clarity that Barragan was proving entirely unreliable in this particular confrontation, leaving only herself and Stark to carry the primary burden of combat.

She swung her massive blade with practiced precision, channeling a tremendous surge of concentrated Reiatsu through the weapon. The resulting attack was genuinely spectacular—sharp sword light intertwined with massive waves of water, blasting outward with the devastating force of artillery fire. The brilliant sword energy and the cascading layers of water covered vast portions of the sky, creating a continuous barrage of overwhelming destructive power.

This represented her strongest offensive combination, an attack sequence that had never previously failed to at least wound an opponent of captain class. Under normal combat circumstances, even a highly skilled captain-level Shinigami would be forced to retreat immediately or suffer potentially lethal injury.

But this supposedly guaranteed attack missed its target entirely.

The figure of Uehara Shiroha simply vanished from the perceptual field of both Harribel and Stark, disappearing so completely that it seemed as if he had never occupied that spatial position at all.

"Such extraordinary speed!" The two Espada exclaimed in unison, their sensory abilities working at maximum capacity as they strained to locate Uehara Shiroha's Reiatsu signature. Every nerve ending in their physical forms engaged in the desperate effort to track their extraordinarily elusive opponent.

However, they quickly discovered that Uehara Shiroha's intended target wasn't either of them—it was Barragan. The skeletal Espada, who had barely recovered from the previous devastating assault, found himself knocked away once again by Uehara Shiroha's blade before he could even assume a proper defensive stance.

Barragan roared with unbridled fury and indignation, activating his aura of aging with mounting frustration: "I am Barragan Louisenbairn, the undisputed King of Hueco Mundo!"

His voice echoed across the battlefield, thick with wounded pride and escalating rage. This damned Shinigami was treating him like a soft persimmon, a weak target to be repeatedly humiliated. The situation had become utterly intolerable.

As the sovereign who commanded the awesome power of aging, when had he ever suffered such profound humiliation? If he weren't disadvantaged by the very fundamental nature of his power—which embodied the concept of age itself—he would certainly administer an appropriate lesson in respect to this presumptuous youth.

Was this not simply a case of bullying the elderly?! The profound irony of his current situation was not lost on the ancient Hollow, whose very power represented the inexorable erosion of time.

In the midst of these thoughts, Uehara Shiroha's figure flashed past once again, effortlessly evading the continuous attacks from all three Espada with astonishing speed and impeccable timing. His every movement was precisely calculated, each step measured to the millimeter, each turn executed with flawless grace.

His movements embodied a perfect synthesis of elegance and lethality, combining artistic beauty with deadly purpose. Every gesture was perfectly measured and controlled, allowing him to navigate the confined combat space with remarkable agility. His fighting style integrated offensive and defensive elements seamlessly, balancing firmness and flexibility, hardness and softness with masterful precision.

Stark, Barragan, and Harribel were growing increasingly numb to the humiliation of their tactical situation. Three acknowledged masters supposedly "besieging" a single opponent, yet he was making them appear as novices stumbling helplessly after a grandmaster.

They fought with desperate intensity and unwavering commitment, while he seemed to be merely swimming gracefully around them, treating this life-or-death confrontation as little more than an entertaining exercise in combat aesthetics.

One individual making sport of the three of them—this level of disrespect transcended anything they had experienced in all their long existences. Their pride as Espada, as the elite of Aizen's formidable army, was being systematically dismantled with each passing moment.

The three strongest Espada attacked with mounting ferocity and ruthlessness, withdrawing all restraint and holding nothing in reserve. Each employed their most specialized and devastating techniques, every strike aimed with unambiguous lethal intent, each movement executed with all the spiritual power they could possibly muster. Their combined Reiatsu surged like a raging tempest, imposing and genuinely awe-inspiring to behold from any distance.

But despite their most determined efforts, they made negligible progress against their singular opponent.

Uehara Shiroha's fundamental combat foundation was simply too robust, his level of mastery too far beyond their comprehension. Throughout the entire confrontation, he relied solely on basic abilities—primarily his transcendent mastery of Zanjutsu—yet remained effectively invincible against their combined might.

For Uehara Shiroha, this battle was providing genuine entertainment value. High-quality combat engagements of this nature were relatively rare and intrinsically interesting, especially when facing multiple skilled opponents simultaneously. Perhaps in future encounters, he might showcase more of his specialized techniques. There existed a certain aesthetic fatigue that inevitably accompanied consistently overwhelming opponents through raw power alone.

The world of the Shinigami rarely witnessed fancy swordsmanship of the kind commonly found in mortal martial arts schools. Such elaborate techniques were largely rendered useless in spiritual combat, where the fundamental deciding factor remained the quality and quantity of Reiatsu.

The battles between Shinigami were, at their essential core, contests of spiritual power. What mortal combatants might classify as "skill" represented merely compensation for insufficient intrinsic strength and speed. Ultimately, it was the human body's inherent structural limitations that necessitated the historical development of technique.

And even then, bound by the physical laws of the universe and the anatomical constraints of human physiology, there existed hard limits to what skill alone could possibly accomplish against overwhelming power.

When confronted with absolute speed and overwhelming force, all the technique in existence became fundamentally meaningless. "One force can defeat ten skills" and "One sword breaks all established laws" were not mere philosophical sayings but fundamental truths of combat reality.

Therefore, absolute power and speed reigned supreme in spiritual combat. Reiatsu—the raw spiritual energy that flowed through Shinigami and Hollows alike—was the great equalizer that made this principle immutable.

Flashy sword techniques, regardless of how visually impressive they might appear to observers, lacked genuine practical value in high-level combat scenarios. No matter how "dragon-like" or elaborately "fancy" these movements might be, everything ultimately reduced to the fundamental elements of speed, power, and Reiatsu quality.

Without significant advantages in these foundational areas, attempting to rely on tactical tricks and visual showmanship would invariably result in decisive defeat and potentially fatal injury.

Therefore, skills served merely as decorative ornamentation, while absolute strength formed the unshakable foundation of authentic combat prowess. This philosophy was perfectly embodied by Uehara Shiroha's distinctive fighting style.

This fundamental principle explained why he could effectively toy with three formidable opponents simultaneously, and why he didn't even bother employing the simplest and most efficient swordsmanship techniques. Instead, he deliberately chose to utilize gorgeous, performative movements that showcased his absolute mastery over the fundamental building blocks of combat.

He moved with truly "dragon-like" grace across the battlefield, his sword becoming a natural extension of this draconic imagery. Agile and elegant like the mythical beast of legend, his blade danced through the air with frightening precision and lethal intent.

An ordinary ice sword transformed completely in his hands, becoming a flying harbinger of winter's embrace—a frost dragon soaring majestically through the heavens, looking down upon the world below with imperial disdain, freezing everything in its path with casual indifference.

The sword wind howled with fearsome intensity, the sword light gleamed with lethal sharpness, resembling a celestial dragon traversing the sky with imperial majesty, trailing awesome power in its magnificent wake.

His absolute speed and overwhelming strength allowed Uehara Shiroha to engage any of the three Espada at will, suppressing them completely before moving effortlessly to the next target. Whenever the others attempted to provide tactical support to their embattled comrade, he had already transformed into the dragon metaphor made manifest and vanished completely from their desperate reach.

It appeared on the surface to be three against one, but in practical reality, he had been fighting a series of one-against-one encounters, dictating the terms of engagement entirely according to his own strategic preference.

The seemingly ordinary ice blade in his hands found critical vulnerabilities with every single strike, each hit targeting vital points with unerring accuracy. His attacks lacked the ostentatious ferocity of the Arrancars' techniques, but contained within them immense power and concentrated murderous intent.

Had he not been deliberately conserving his strength to maintain his decisive speed advantage, the three Espada would have been comprehensively defeated long ago, their physical forms broken and their pride shattered beyond any possibility of repair.

With a single sword, Uehara Shiroha effectively suppressed three of the most powerful Espada in Aizen's formidable army. His presence and spiritual pressure were more imposing than the combined might of all three Arrancar, a testament to the overwhelming qualitative difference in their respective power levels.