MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 1073: Spirit Magic

The Elf loosed her bow without delay; a pure lightning arrow hurtled forth like a thunderstrike toward Anthony’s chest, its blistering speed warping the air around it. Yet the instant it neared, Anthony casually lifted a hand, summoning a portal that devoured the assault completely and without a trace, as if it had never been launched at all.

Before the Elf could comprehend the turn of events, a second portal ripped open right beside her, expelling her own arrow at her head with even greater ferocity; she reacted in a flash, erecting a mana barrier at the very last moment. The lightning arrow detonated on impact with devastating force, unleashing a ten-kilometer lightning surge across the sky that lit up everything in its path and rattled the atmosphere itself.

The Werewolf, Fairy, and Zombie had already vanished; they bolted the second the portal appeared, dodging harm entirely. As the churning smoke and lightning faded away, the Elf stood revealed, blood pouring from her as her whole arm and part of her chest lay shredded by her rebounding strike, her frame quivering faintly despite her efforts to stay steady.

Her desperate last-second block fell short regardless; without it, her own attack would have slain her outright with zero hope of survival. In the same instant, a healing potion materialized in her grip, which she chugged down without pause; regeneration kicked in almost immediately, her wounds mending swiftly as if untouched.

Vigilance and wariness now burned in the assassins’ stares, for they had sorely misjudged their foe, and one had already suffered gravely for that grave error.

Moments later, Bryan and his companions popped up next to Anthony to spectate the clash, utterly unconcerned by any risk of accidental death since they trusted implicitly that nothing could befall them under his watch, their faith in his prowess rock-solid.

Anthony resolved to stick to Origin-level power alone in this fight; he’d toy with them briefly before wiping them out for good. That decided, he blinked from his spot, materializing beside the Zombie in a heartbeat, his kick blasting toward the undead’s torso with horrifying power. The Zombie stood no chance to respond as Anthony’s foot smashed home like a missile, hurling the foe earthward; a thunderous roar followed as it cratered the ground deeply, the soil cracking wide under the onslaught.

Spirit Magic wasn’t exclusive to Elves; unlike that race, every Fairy wielded Spirit Magic and Spirit Arts with outstanding skill, their natural bond to spiritual energy far surpassing others.

Spiritual Energy swirled toward Anthony, manifesting as a black-purple mist bent on poisoning him fatally, the venomous haze billowing outward fast. But Anthony effortlessly swapped spots with the Werewolf, dodging the threat and dumping it straight onto the beast, who savored his ally’s toxin with no defense, masterfully inverting their teamwork against them.

Seamlessly, Anthony retaliated by weaving his own spell, his motions smooth and exact.

Spiritual Energy gathered in his palm, compressing into a devastating might that twisted nearby space, and with no delay, Anthony thrust it at the Fairy, loosing a gigantic beam of Spiritual Energy that rent the heavens like celestial wrath.

The Fairy’s eyes bulged in astonishment; never had he beheld a Human wielding Spirit Magic at such a masterful level. Still, shock didn’t stall him—he dropped his poison incantation and fired off a fresh one right away, pure reflex guiding him.

In a blink, a green barrier snapped into place around the Fairy, fortified by stacked layers of spiritual energy, but Anthony’s beam hammered down with ruinous might. It pulverized the shield like a mallet on a fragile shell, crumbling it instantly before the sheer dominance; the beam then obliterated the Fairy with total erasure, vaporizing him completely before he could cry out or twitch, scattering only wisps of energy in his wake.

Even holding back to Origin Mana Rank, Anthony remained utterly untouchable for peers at that level, the chasm between them too vast to bridge, his command over it leagues beyond theirs.

Upon witnessing one comrade's demise, the surviving three assassins bolted without a second thought, scattering in separate directions at top speed, ditching their mission entirely as pure survival took over.

Anthony flashed a subtle smirk and pursued; blurring through the air, he spanned kilometers with ease, materializing right next to the Elf. She wasted no time, instantly swinging her bow at his head the moment he arrived, striking with savage power and polished skill, her battle-honed instincts kicking in.

He casually sidestepped the blow with absurd simplicity, movements relaxed as mana surged from his core to craft his own bow in a flash; a lightning arrow nocked on the string, sparking fiercely, and from point-blank, he loosed the shot without pause.

The Elf vanished into the onslaught like a thunder god's wrath, deafening crackles of a wild lightning tempest roaring through the woods as all within ten kilometers turned to smoldering ash, nothing left but charred wasteland.

Anthony blinked away again, body streaking toward the Zombie; he knew the brute had endured that previous kick thanks to his tough hide. Yet as Anthony drew near, the Zombie yanked out an orb and shattered it—a lifesaving treasure. Space twisted around him at once, set to whisk him to a marked safe spot for escape.

Yet Anthony commanded space far better; he effortlessly hijacked the warped area the artifact controlled, nullifying its power and making it worthless, slamming the door on any getaway in an instant.

Anthony's palm slammed onto the Zombie's skull as he uttered in a frosty voice, "Since your race likes forcefully converting people into zombies through your Zombie Virus, how about you try this virus," triggering his Quantum Manipulation to whip up a virus right there with horrifying simplicity, channeling it into the Zombie through direct touch without any barrier.

The Zombie started thrashing wildly right away, body jerking out of control while gazing at Anthony with desperate eyes, yet he offered zero pity, letting the virus liquefy the Zombie into a foul puddle of rotting meat and slime, the hideous sludge gradually soaking into the soil.

Anthony's gaze flicked again to the Werewolf, the final assassin and speediest of the group; the beast had already dashed over two hundred kilometers in mere seconds, velocity hitting insane heights. Still, it meant zilch against Anthony's pace; one stride closed the gap completely, popping up beside him like space had crumpled.

He lifted a hand, nails stretching into werewolf claws that perfectly copied his foe's, slashing across the Werewolf's neck with laughable ease; the Werewolf spotted the move, but its sharp instincts and innate reflexes proved worthless against sheer dominance in power and swiftness, making any fightback pointless.

With creepy casualness and a nasty wet rip, Anthony's claws shredded flesh and bone like hot knife through soft butter, snuffing out life immediately, denying any chance for resistance or counterattack.

Anthony lingered quietly, red blood trickling from his shifted claws, face utterly composed and detached as if it were just another day. In under a minute, he eradicated four Origin Mana Rank assassins, flipping their own tricks right back at them.