MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 1126: Origin Blade Body

Addressing Anthony's query, everyone abruptly ceased their lighthearted banter, their faces breaking into wide smiles and grins, their expressions transforming into ones brimming with eagerness, an almost childlike excitement that could not be contained.

"I shall step up first," Michael declared, "With my current might and the enhancements I've received, I truly pity those Angels," he smirked, "Klaus will be taken aback," he added with a grin, his tone radiating absolute confidence.

All eyes turned towards Michael, expectant for his explanation and a demonstration of his gains. Naturally, they were all intensely curious about each other's advancements and power boosts, and judging by Michael's demeanor alone, it was evident that whatever he had acquired was far from ordinary.

"I have awakened a Primordial Physique known as the Origin Blade Body. This transforms my very being – my body, my aura, and even my existence – into a phenomenon of pure severance," Michael began his explanation, his voice measured yet tinged with excitement. As he spoke, he activated the Primordial Physique for the initial time. Instantly, everything in his vicinity was reduced to shreds; the grass, the air, space itself, nothing escaped. Everything within a specific radius was cleanly bisected, as if reality itself had been sliced apart.

Remarkably, this was not an active exertion on his part; it was merely a passive state he could deactivate at will. It consumed no mana, stamina, or mental energy – it required absolutely nothing. It simply existed as an intrinsic facet of his being, a persistent, ever-present force.

"As you can observe, the sword that was once at my waist is no more, for I have become the sword," Michael proclaimed, his voice laced with pride. "Furthermore, I don't merely sever space; I possess the ability to cleave through time, energies, and even abstract concepts such as Fate and Destiny, along with regeneration and durability," his grin widened as he continued his discourse.

Their eyes widened in astonishment as Michael elaborated on his unbelievably potent ability; it was simply too overpowering, too beyond reason. Even Anthony himself could not sever Destiny and Fate without the aid of the Authority Of Severance.

Michael's blade had evidently reached the profound threshold where it could sever concepts themselves, an accomplishment that should not have been so readily accessible.

"And that's not the extent of it," Michael continued with apparent ease, as though he had barely begun. "My Origin Blade Body grants me absolute dominion over Sword Intent. In this moment, my body is the very embodiment of Sword Intent itself," he stated with outward calm, yet the gravity of his declaration was anything but light.

He didn't merely state it; he demonstrated. He slowly raised an arm, and as he did, his hand transmuted into pure Sword Intent, his human form seemingly dissolving entirely, replaced by something abstract, something conceptual. With that, he executed a languid, almost nonchalant swing. The instant he did, an unending slash erupted outwards, rending space, time, earth, air, clouds, and land. Everything within the Mirror Dimension was cleanly severed, as if it had never been cohesive to begin with.

Anthony's eyes widened further as he felt his Mirror Dimension being torn asunder in real-time. This unprecedented event left him dumbfounded; he couldn't fathom that Michael had actually split it in half with nothing more than a casual, listless motion of his hand. Snapping out of his stunned daze almost instantly, Anthony forcefully reasserted control over his Mirror Dimension, mending it and restoring its integrity before any further damage could propagate.

'Just how formidable has this individual become?' Anthony pondered, a rare flicker of disbelief surfacing within him as he contrasted this display with the enhancements received by Spectre and the others. This level of amplification was on an entirely different plane of existence.

"And there exists one final effect, or rather, two," Michael resumed speaking, clearly not yet finished with his revelations.

"There's more?" Anthony couldn't help but exclaim, his curiosity now thoroughly piqued.

"Conjure a tree," Michael instructed.

Anthony complied immediately, summoning a tree into existence without the slightest hesitation.

The moment the tree materialized, Michael made no physical move; he simply gazed upon it. Instantly, the tree disintegrated into countless fragments and splinters, appearing as though it had already been cleaved long before its inception. Without allowing confusion to fully set in, Michael elucidated, "My attacks no longer involve travel; they manifest as completed severances. This signifies that I have eradicated the very concepts of distance, travel, and even the act of swinging itself," he smirked, clearly relishing the sheer preposterousness of his ability.

"And finally," he continued, extending his hand slowly. As he did, a faint, ethereal structure began to coalesce within his grasp. It was elongated, sword-shaped, yet almost entirely invisible, detectable only by intensely focused observation, "As I am now the embodiment of the sword, I can summon forth the Concept of the sword itself," he concluded, his characteristic smirk remaining firmly in place.

"You can applaud my capabilities, you know," Michael remarked, his voice brimming with the unbridled excitement of a child. In truth, he had every reason to feel that way; his lifelong fascination with the sword had blossomed into this incredible transformation, this surge of power – it was an absolute dream realized.

No one responded immediately; instead, a collective sigh was all that was heard. Their subdued reactions weren't born of unimpressed indifference, but rather from the sheer absurdity of what they had just witnessed, rendering words utterly inadequate.

“Did I somehow mistake my parents and grandparents for monstrous beings in human guise?” Anthony pondered, completely taken aback.

Before Anthony could utter a word, Collins, unwilling to be outdone, stepped forward. “My turn,” he declared, an unusual eagerness coloring his tone.

“Unlike Michael, I was graced with a Bloodline, not a Physique. It’s called the Divine Tempest Bloodline, and it has elevated my ordinary lightning into what I call Heavenly Judgement Lightning,” Collins elaborated.

A profound silence descended once more.

No entity in recorded history had ever wielded the direct power of the Heavens, yet Collins spoke of it so casually, as if it were a mere simple upgrade.

Collins’ aura began to emanate, seeping into the surroundings. The instant it did, the sky above reacted dramatically, churning with a thick, oppressive fury characteristic of Heavenly power. It was as if the very Heavens had recognized his presence, poised to unleash devastating judgment at his whim upon any who dared oppose him.

Merely through his aura alone, he possessed the influence to manipulate and command the Heavens.

“Furthermore, my attacks are no longer bound by position, location, or coordinates. As long as a being is recognized beneath the Heavens, my strikes will connect based on sheer existence, disregarding all else. Even if someone were to generate countless clones, my attack would bypass them all to strike the true body. Should they perish and attempt to leave their soul behind for a chance at resurrection, my lightning would continue to pursue their soul until complete annihilation, ensuring their absolute erasure from existence and true death,” he explained, a subtle yet undeniably confident smirk playing on his lips.

“Distance is also rendered meaningless to me. If I possessed sufficient power at this very moment, I could strike down whatever deity the Angels worship without needing to traverse any spatial gap,” he added calmly, as if stating an undeniable fact.

“Moreover, my Heavenly Judgement Lightning doesn’t merely assault the physical body or one’s essence; it targets existence itself,” he continued. “And finally, I can paralyze intentions and wills, enabling me to interfere with others at the most fundamental level,” he concluded.

A stunned silence enveloped everyone as Collins unveiled one preposterous ability after another, each more outlandish than the last. Anthony couldn’t help but question the very fabric of his reality; had his parents and grandparents truly surpassed him without his awareness?

At this juncture, he felt like the anomaly, while they were the ones employing unfair advantages.

“Who is the actual reincarnator with a system here?” Anthony mused internally.