MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 923: End Of All

Aura Nova’s feet met the earth with a calm, deliberate grace as she drifted downward. Her expression remained composed yet inquisitive, questioning if her relentless offensive had finally reached Kingsley. She had unleashed a barrage of techniques—devastating, reality-warping strikes designed to annihilate anything in their path. Many had connected cleanly, tearing through his form, mangling his flesh, and shattering his bone. Yet, Kingsley’s body mended those wounds as if they were merely superficial grazes.

She had not escaped the exchange unscathed either. Subtle but lethal injuries to her very essence had begun to accumulate beneath the surface, forcing her to employ Omniedit to mend the damage. Although effective, the constant restoration strained her mana reserves, pulling her closer to the point of exhaustion with every use.

Kingsley, however, functioned on a different level; he required no mana. His physical form regenerated instinctively and automatically, repairing both flesh and essence as a natural bodily function rather than a conscious technique. Aura Nova found herself wondering if his regeneration possessed a limit, or if her endless onslaught had finally pushed him toward his breaking point.

The swirling dust and wreckage settled with agonizing slowness as the chaos subsided. The massive sinkhole created by Kingsley’s impact finally became visible, revealing him standing at its epicenter.

Kingsley’s physical state was battered beyond all reason.

Blood flowed unchecked from a multitude of gashes. Limbs were missing entirely. Half of his head had been sheared away from the side of his skull, leaving shattered bone and mangled tissue exposed. His internal organs were reduced to a shredded, unrecognizable mess. By every law of logic and every measure of existence, he should have been a corpse.

Yet, the man remained upright.

His eyes flickered with the unquenchable fire of a soul that refused to know defeat—the stare of an invincible being who simply did not recognize the possibility of falling.

Even as he balanced precariously on his sole remaining leg, his regeneration was already in motion. Bones knitted back together with audible cracks. Flesh flowed and reattached itself. Veins snapped into position, restoring blood circulation without a hitch. His body was rebuilding itself piece by piece, defying all rational thought.

Aura Nova did not merely stand by. If her mana reached its end before Kingsley’s endurance failed, she would be the one facing total annihilation.

Her mana surged outward once more with a thunderous roar, sending ripples through the air as the winds lashed out in a violent frenzy. The sky, which had recently been mended by the separate plane, trembled again as if its destruction was being renewed. Space itself cracked and splintered violently in the heavens above. Then, from that rupture, a titanic bolt of raw, primal lightning tore downward like a celestial calamity, its very presence screaming of certain death.

Kingsley’s head snapped up, his golden eyes locking onto the descending strike. Observing the approaching doom, he let out a soft sigh. Raising his right hand—now fully restored—he calmly clenched his fist as he spoke.

Aura Nova felt the grip of death tighten around her entire being. It wasn't just fear, but a profound, suffocating certainty of extinction. Her very existence recoiled in terror. She had never encountered such a sensation in her entire life, not even during the heat of this spar. Driven by pure reflex and instinct, her body vanished into thin air before she could even think.

The moment she disappeared, Kingsley’s voice resonated through the area.

His fist shot upward with terminal ease, a movement both effortless and precise. The instant he pulled back his hand, Aura Nova’s lightning shattered with violent force, exploding into writhing, flickering bolts that were erased from existence itself, leaving no trace behind.

’What was that?’ Aura Nova thought, her mind spinning. She had never witnessed anything like it—not from a technique, not from mana, nor from any power she recognized. All that destructive force had been wiped away by a single punch.

’His regeneration is also beginning to slow,’ she suddenly noted. Kingsley’s healing speed had dropped significantly. It remained absurdly fast and beyond comprehension, but it was no longer instantaneous. While its efficiency was still terrifying, it was no longer absolute.

Her mana billowed outward in rippling waves, and reality bent submissively to her command. Instantly, the temperature plummeted at a ridiculous rate. Everything within the separate plane froze solid. The plane itself began to crystallize under the sudden, intense cold; even those watching the spar were caught in the radius as Aura Nova ceased to hold back.

Kingsley felt the biting cold slam into him like a living creature. Ice encased his frame, cutting and invading his body. He couldn't recall the last time he had truly felt a chill—perhaps it was before the Universal Blessing, before his assassination, or before his rebirth. Under normal circumstances, his body was far too resilient for heat or cold to have any effect.

Yet, Aura Nova’s ice froze through his very veins, his organs, and his fundamental structure.

With a mere thought, Kingsley triggered the Concept Of Destruction. The Concept surged violently through his form, pulverizing the ice from the inside out and erasing it completely. He lifted one foot and slammed it into the ground. A blast of power erupted as the Concept Of Destruction tore outward, annihilating every shard of ice and every trace of cold for several kilometers.

Aura Nova, realizing the futility of the move immediately, deactivated the technique.

For a brief moment, the two of them hovered just a meter above the earth, staring at one another in a heavy silence. Words were unnecessary. Both understood that the battle had reached its ultimate climax.

"Forgive me, Aura Nova," Kingsley said in a calm tone.

Aura Nova offered no reply. Instead, her vigilance reached a new peak, every sense sharpened and focused, bracing for whatever Kingsley was about to discharge.

Kingsley immediately dropped into a martial stance. His legs spread as he sank into a low squat, his hands balanced perfectly at his sides. The Concept Of Destruction pulsed through him in maddening waves of raw strength and power. His golden eyes remained fixed on Aura Nova’s beautiful figure, resolute and unbending.

Then, his lips parted.

He raised his fist toward the heavens, then slammed the side of it into the very air itself.

Nothing happened.

Initially, the separate plane remained quiet. Frozen. Calm. Peaceful.

Aura Nova frowned. Given the way Kingsley had moved and the overwhelming sensation of death clawing at her soul, she knew something should have occurred. Something catastrophic. Yet, there was nothing.

Before she could react or speak, it happened.

From no specific point, a golden light erupted with absolute, ravaging malice. It did not travel. It did not accelerate. It did not move gradually.

It simply existed.

The light enveloped everything in existence, then erased it entirely. Order. Reality. Law. Existence itself. All were wiped away without exception.

The separate plane, which had survived countless disasters, finally buckled under the weight of a Concept. Its outer barriers disintegrated as Kingsley’s singular strike erased it with pure, absolute power. But the destruction did not stop there. As the plane collapsed, the golden light expanded without end, consuming suns, moons, stars, and entire solar systems without discrimination.

When the golden light finally dissipated, and Kingsley’s Concept Of Destruction had erased even itself, nothing was left.

No stars remained. No moons. No constellations. Only a total absence.

Space was gone. Time had been deleted. Even the void itself was eradicated.

With one single attack, Kingsley had achieved what many could only dream of.