MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 937: Overpowered Abilities

Lucian let out a measured, steady breath, maintaining his composure even as the world around him descended into chaos. He dipped his knees, coiling his muscles with explosive potential while power compressed within his physical frame. Spiraling around him like a sentient, violent force, his Sword Intent waited to be unleashed. A sharp, crackling resonance suddenly filled the air as Lucian reached out to the lightning element.

Bolts of lightning immediately surged through his veins and his blade alike, saturating his entire being. His figure began to glow, casting a faint light as electric arcs danced across his skin and his katana. He didn't stop there, however. Simultaneously, he manipulated the gravity element, subtly lightening the pull of the earth around him. His weight dropped, priming his movements for a speed that defied the laws of nature.

Then, accompanied by a violent clap of thunder, Lucian vanished. Reappearing before Anthony with blinding velocity amidst a storm of lightning and warped space, he drew his katana in one seamless motion. The steel hissed as it cut through the atmosphere, a clean and lethal strike aimed directly at Anthony’s throat with zero hesitation.

For a fleeting moment, Anthony remained motionless.

It appeared as if Lucian’s incredible speed had finally caught his opponent off guard.

However, in the very next heartbeat, Anthony’s hand materialized in the sword's path, shattering that illusion. A deafening boom echoed as blade met flesh, and a tempest of steel and fury erupted in a concussive wave that rippled through the environment.

Lucian acted again without a second's pause, instantly trying to press down on Anthony with gravity. He operated under the assumption that his previous strike had done nothing, and he was right. Anthony remained entirely unharmed.

Lucian lunged forward, executing a Sword Technique from his early days—one he rarely used now, yet remained incredibly deadly. His blade flashed as Sword Intent exploded in a jagged arc, designed to sever the very space connecting Anthony’s head to his shoulders. The fabric of space screamed and warped as the slash took shape.

But before the space could be torn apart, Anthony simply raised a finger. With terrifying ease, he made a casual swiping motion against the air, nullifying Lucian’s technique completely. The spatial distortion vanished instantly, erased as if it had never been there at all.

Suddenly, Anthony’s figure blurred.

He reappeared high above Lucian. Lucian’s head snapped up as his instincts screamed a warning that Anthony had moved. Looking up, he saw a heel descending with bone-crushing force. His reflexes took over, and he raised his katana to intercept the blow.

The foot slammed into the blade.

A massive shockwave erupted with annihilating power. The ceiling beneath them groaned before disintegrating under the sheer pressure. Both men plummeted from the top of the skyscraper, smashing through floor after floor as concrete walls burst apart like thin paper.

With a thunderous crash, they landed inside the building, carving a path of destruction until they hit a mid-level floor. Lucian didn't miss a beat. As soon as Anthony jumped back to reset his position, Lucian swung his katana again.

His hands became a blur as he launched a barrage of sword lines made of dense Sword Intent. These streaks tore through the room, erasing everything they touched. Anthony remained silent. His hand moved toward his own katana for a split second, drawing it just slightly before clicking it back into the scabbard, as if he had reconsidered.

The moment the katana snapped into its sheath with a sharp clack, all of Lucian’s attacks collapsed at once. Another explosion rocked the structure as the Sword Intent dispersed violently.

In the following moment, the entire building finally gave way.

The structure collapsed under its own weight. Without hesitation, both combatants leapt through the shattered glass walls into the open air. While suspended midair, Lucian gestured toward a nearby skyscraper. With frightening ease, the massive building was ripped from its foundations. He threw it at Anthony as if he were tossing a small stone.

Anthony said nothing. His katana flashed a single time, clean and effortless. In an instant, the massive skyscraper was turned into rubble, its steel and concrete falling from the sky in fragments.

From the cloud of falling stone and debris, Lucian suddenly appeared. His katana lunged toward Anthony’s waist in a precise, killing arc. Yet, Anthony had anticipated the move from the start. He casually raised his hand and slapped the blade aside with the back of his palm, resembling a master correcting the form of a novice.

Lucian tried to follow up with another blow, but then he felt it. A fist slammed into his stomach with the force of a dying star.

His internal organs screamed in pain as the air was forced out of his lungs in an explosion from his mouth. Once again, his body was sent flying backward, crashing through dozens of buildings before finally coming to a halt with devastating impact.

Anthony vanished and reappeared in the same spot as Lucian.

They were now inside a vast theater.

The moment Anthony arrived, thousands of theater seats were torn from the floor and launched at him like projectiles. He shifted his gaze toward them and blinked once; they shattered instantly into splinters and scrap metal.

Before Anthony could take another step, Lucian acted.

His voice cut through the wreckage.

The name of the technique seemed to silence reality itself. Black sword lines erupted all over Anthony’s body, slicing from his head down to his feet. More lines followed diagonally and horizontally until billions of invisible black sword lines enveloped Anthony’s form. The theater was erased in an instant. Kilometers of the surrounding landscape vanished in a single, overwhelming strike.

Lucian hovered above the void he had created. The Nothingness Katana Technique was the peak of his martial arts, a skill designed to delete anything and everything without exception.

Yet, through the dust of the devastation, Anthony remained standing.

He stood there calmly, his breathing rhythmic as if nothing had occurred. There were no barriers present, no defensive spells or techniques to explain how he survived. His posture made it undeniable: he had taken the hit directly and used no defense at all.

Lucian’s eyes narrowed as he looked at Anthony, who didn't have a single scratch or a stray hair. He felt a mix of shock and resignation—shocked that Anthony was unharmed, yet calm because he knew who he was facing. He shouldn't have expected any other outcome.

With a soft sigh, Lucian reached a conclusion.

He would never defeat Anthony using a katana. With that realization, he put his blade away. His dark eyes shifted as his focus changed. It was time to move past swordsmanship and utilize something far more lethal: their overpowered abilities.

Who truly held the most broken power?

Only time would reveal the answer.

As that thought took root, mana began to boil into a violent torrent. The entire pocket dimension started to tremble as a new level of ruin and menace prepared to break loose.