MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 1095: Fun-3

Anthony observed the unfolding spectacle; in a theater, their efforts and coordination would warrant applause, but this was no mere play. Four massive celestial bodies—the sun, a planet, the moon, and an asteroid—converged upon him from every conceivable direction, front, back, above, and below, intending to negate any possibility of evasion and ensure his utter demise.

Without the slightest hesitation, Anthony questioned how his adversaries could invest such thought, effort, and synchronization into their assaults only for him to simply sidestep them. Such an act would be a profound disrespect to their resolve. He felt compelled to provide a fitting response, one commensurate with the scale of their aggression.

He settled into a squatting position upon the fabric of space itself, his knees bending slightly forward as he adopted a meticulously refined martial stance. His left hand found a calm resting place behind his back at his waist, while his right hand extended forward with practiced composure.

Without further preamble, his right hand ascended as if drawing a blade, and with power that seemed to cleave through the void, Anthony executed a single, decisive downward motion.

There was no invocation of mana, no Sword Intent, no discernible aura, nor any form of external energy—only raw, unadulterated physical power and absolute might, concentrated to its purest form.

This was the zenith of Martial Arts.

And with that solitary movement, space itself fractured violently, tearing outward in four distinct directions, as if his hand had struck four separate times. Yet, it was but one attack, one motion, one potent expression of power, and nothing more. So simple, so absolute.

The sun, the moon, the planet, and the asteroid halted abruptly in their trajectories, as though time had momentarily ceased its passage for them. Then, in the very next instant, they were all bisected by an unseen spatial force.

Following this, an overwhelming torrent of four disparate, oblivion-devouring energies erupted with cataclysmic intensity, obliterating all in their path in a crescendo of destruction that embodied only madness and complete annihilation.

The four Vampires responsible for launching these celestial bodies had no recourse but to retreat rapidly, attempting a desperate evasion of their own attack's consequences. However, it proved utterly futile. The energy waves advanced with far too much speed, potency, and overwhelming force; they engulfed the Vampires entirely, eradicating them from existence as if they had never been.

Under ordinary circumstances, their prodigious physique and monstrous endurance should have allowed them to withstand the explosion of a star. Yet, the compounded might of four distinct and amplified energies stripped away their resilience entirely, leaving nothing behind.

In the face of such overwhelming power, there was no possibility of resurrection.

Anthony emerged from the chaotic tempest of cascading energy waves, the life-annihilating force failing to disturb even a single strand of his hair. He proceeded out of the explosion as though he were the sovereign of the galaxy itself, his demeanor calm and utterly unshaken.

His sky-blue eyes drifted downward, fixing upon the remaining Vampires below. A wide, almost playful grin stretched across his face as he spoke, "I must say, this slice-of-life series just keeps getting better. I should really indulge in it more often."

The Vampires, baffled by his reference to "slice of life," could only stare at him as if he were an incomprehensible anomaly, a being beyond their comprehension. Silently, they pondered if Anthony was, in truth, a literal God walking among them. Deep within, each understood an undeniable reality: they could not have survived the cascading energy explosion he had just endured without the slightest injury.

"I have to confess, the Blood Queen certainly knows how to recruit individuals who pour their entire being into each strike. So, come on, show me your determination, just like the other six before you," Anthony stated casually, as if he were the ultimate trial of existence itself, positioned at the absolute pinnacle of power while they merely struggled at the foundation.

They couldn't help but click their tongues in vexation; the sheer arrogance radiating from Anthony’s every word grated on their nerves with each passing second. It hardly helped that he had attained such an unfathomable level of power at the tender age of twenty, a fact that only fueled their deepening frustration and resentment.

One of the Vampires immediately initiated the spell. However, the moment the forbidden Blood Magic was activated, the Vampire violently expelled a mouthful of blood, suffering an immediate backlash simply for invoking such a perilous and taboo form of magic. His crimson eyes blazed with intensity as he glared at Anthony, his desire for Anthony’s demise overflowing with pure hatred and malice.

The terrifying spell known as the Degrading Curse Blood Forbidden Magic possessed the terrifying ability to deteriorate one’s own blood at its core, subsequently spreading its influence both backward and forward through a person's lineage. Should the spell succeed, Anthony would perish instantly due to complete blood degradation, followed in succession by his father, Michael, his grandfather, Collins, and ultimately any remaining members of the Null family.

Anthony perceived the attack making contact with his being, yet it proved entirely ineffective. He was blessed with the Primordial Bloodline; how could individuals of lesser standing possibly hope to manipulate or degrade his blood? Moreover, he possessed an inherent immunity to curses of such magnitude.

"A respectable spell, allow me to give it a try," Anthony remarked nonchalantly. While others would require substantial time, considerable effort, and significant sacrifice to master such forbidden magic, to Anthony, this particular spell was no more complex than the most rudimentary technique, akin to conjuring a simple Mana Ball.

[Forbidden Blood Magic: Degrading Curse Blood]

His mana erupted outward with explosive force as he unleashed the spell back towards its originator. However, in stark contrast to the Vampire, Anthony experienced no adverse repercussions whatsoever; his deeply ingrained comprehension of curses and magic stood far superior to that of the initial caster, granting him the ability to execute it with impeccable precision.

The Vampire was instantly petrified, while the other surrounding figures swiftly retreated from his immediate vicinity, unwilling to court the risk of succumbing to the spreading curse. The paralyzed Vampire's skin underwent a startling transformation, shifting from a pallid hue to a ghastly purple, before rapidly withering and mummifying, reducing him to naught but an empty husk.

In that moment, he encountered True Death.

Another Vampire seized the opportune moment, rapidly closing the distance while Anthony appeared to be idly contemplating the effects of the Forbidden Magic, attempting to exploit what was perceived as a fleeting opening. But when confronting Anthony, such openings were non-existent; there was never a moment of vulnerability, no lapse in awareness, nothing that could possibly be exploited.

The instant the Vampire entered within striking distance, he propelled his spear directly towards Anthony’s neck from behind with lethal accuracy. Anthony remained stationary, neither dodging nor shifting his position; instead, he merely bent the very fabric of space to his will, causing the attack to pass harmlessly through him as if he were incorporeal. The Vampire’s body stumbled forward, phasing through Anthony’s form.

As the Vampire halted his momentum in front of him, his head snapped backward in bewilderment towards Anthony, who now stood behind him. Yet before the Vampire could muster a reaction or utter a single sound, Anthony’s hand drove forward into his chest, his fingers constricting tightly around the Vampire’s heart.

The Vampire thrashed with desperate intensity, but it proved utterly futile. With horrifying ease, Anthony extracted the heart from his chest in a grotesque, gut-wrenching motion. Subsequently, by activating his Blood Manipulation ability, he drew out every last drop of blood from the Vampire’s body, leaving none behind, not even the blood circulating within the brain.

With that accomplished, he effortlessly crushed the heart and reduced the extracted blood to nothingness with incandescent orange flames. In that definitive instant, the Vampire experienced True Death.

Anthony casually discarded the lifeless corpse, exhibiting complete disinterest in the remains of a vanquished foe.