MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 922: World Ender

Kingsley vanished instantly as the duplicates created by Aura Nova were obliterated. One moment he was surrounded by the fading glow of mana and light; the next, he reappeared right beside Aura Nova, radiating an intimidating presence. Without a word of warning, he threw his fist forward, initiating another technique immediately.

The atmosphere surrounding his fist pulsed with terrifying power, vibrating so intensely that reality itself seemed to shrink away from the coming strike. Pressure mounted until the space near his arm reached its breaking point. Then, with a monumental release of energy, Kingsley’s punch exploded outward. Space began to buckle and crack, folding under the weight of his fist as it tore through the fabric of existence with unstoppable force.

Aura Nova’s reaction was instantaneous. As soon as Kingsley struck, her mana surged from her core like a brilliant tide. Responding with perfect instinct and absolute control, she met his assault head-on.

Under her command, the fractured space was reshaped, twisting into a massive, gaping void between her and Kingsley. This vacuum stretched deep and wide, bending reality to her will as it consumed sound, light, and kinetic energy alike.

Kingsley’s golden fist slammed into the spatial vacuum with world-shaking impact. For a heartbeat, the universe stood still. Then, the world began to shudder and quake before erupting into a chaotic storm of ruin. Gold, blue, and black hues flooded the pocket dimension as raw mana and an unidentified energy clashed with apocalyptic violence.

The resulting shockwave, designed to erase everything in its path, slammed into both combatants. However, without a hint of delay, both vanished from their spots, using entirely different techniques to escape the total annihilation.

The separate plane convulsed under the strain. For a fleeting second, it looked as though the space would implode from the damage dealt by the two powerhouses. Then, the dimension began to mend itself with terrifying efficiency. Torn space was stitched back together and warped laws were restored, the realm absorbing the destruction as if it were accustomed to such catastrophic battles.

Another massive surge of mana erupted from Aura Nova. Her reserves seemed bottomless and her power output appeared infinite as she manipulated reality without any regard for conservation. The sky turned a deep, haunting blue, and the air shrieked under the weight of her authority. Clouds were wiped away instantly, erased by the sheer density of her mana.

In that moment, the laws of space obeyed her every thought.

Reality split apart, opening into distorted slits that sharpened into razor-thin lines of spatial blades. These edges were capable of cutting through any existence. Their numbers grew exponentially: one became twenty, then a thousand, then a million, until an infinite sea of blades filled the air.

The pocket dimension seemed to groan in a silent plea for mercy. The atmosphere grew heavy and suffocating, compressed to the point of collapse by her control. Kingsley remained still, his muscles tensed as he prepared for the impending disaster. Without an ounce of mercy or restraint, Aura Nova launched her attack.

Grid-like webs of intersecting spatial blades manifested around Kingsley instantly. They boxed him in from every angle before collapsing inward with surgical precision, each one aiming to shred him into nothingness.

Kingsley did not delay.

He triggered his Zero-step Displacement movement technique in a blur, vanishing as if he had never been there. But Aura Nova had anticipated this move. She continued to pour her mana into the technique, maintaining and expanding the formation of her endless spatial blades without pause.

Kingsley’s form became a streak of golden light, flickering through different layers of reality with incredible speed. Yet, the blades followed him relentlessly. They adjusted their trajectory every time he moved, pursuing him across the sky. He dodged and they slashed; he vanished and they reappeared. The heavens became a stage for a relentless bombardment that threatened to tear the very sky apart.

Kingsley realized he couldn't play defense forever.

As someone who did not utilize mana, he couldn't tell if Aura Nova’s energy reserves were merely vast or truly infinite. He understood, however, that staying passive would lead to his downfall. Despite his body being more resilient than anything most beings could conceive, he felt the lethal threat contained within her blades.

He immediately transitioned into a different technique. His fists began to glow with a searing golden light as power coiled within his muscles. Using his Zero-step Displacement in tandem with his strikes, he lunged forward. This time, instead of avoiding the blades, he met them head-on.

Every strike was brutal and precise. Each spatial blade he hit shattered violently, tearing through the air he had just occupied. Kingsley never stayed in one spot for long. As soon as one blade was destroyed, he moved to the next with fluid, relentless momentum. He was the literal embodiment of a martial artist at the absolute zenith of his power.

Aura Nova drifted in the air, her sky-blue eyes tracking his every move. Her gaze was sharp and calculating, filled with a visible curiosity as she began to weave her next strategy.

The moment she gave the mental command, reality flickered.

Kingsley felt the shift instantly. Space twisted around him, throwing off his balance and perception. He was forcefully teleported before he could react. A distortion appeared where he had been, and the moment he reappeared elsewhere, a swarm of spatial blades struck him with unavoidable force.

They descended upon him like predators scenting blood.

Trapped and unable to move, Kingsley could only grit his teeth and summon a defensive technique at the last possible second.

The defensive barrier shimmered with golden light around him, but it struggled to hold. Cuts and gashes opened across his body as the blades tore through him relentlessly, leaving trails of blood in the distorted air. Then, as suddenly as it began, the assault stopped.

Following Aura Nova’s absolute will, the spatial blades exploded with terrifying power.

Kingsley’s body was sent hurtling toward the ground, slamming into a swamp with incredible violence. The impact created a massive sinkhole in the terrain, the earth shattering beneath the unforgiving momentum of the blast.

Aura Nova hovered in the air, looking down with a calm expression. She eventually descended from what remained of the sky she had destroyed. The separate plane was already repairing itself at high speed, knitting reality back together, and within seconds, a fresh sky began to take shape above.