MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 941: Impose The Impossible

Lucian materialized at his designated anchor point, his physical form restored to perfection. His skin was flawless and his attire remained untouched, as if he had never been harmed. In a heartbeat, a singular power had reconstructed his body, soul, and very essence. The fundamental laws of reality yielded to his command, resetting his state as though the previous onslaught had never occurred.

However, before he could even inhale, Anthony was already closing the distance. Anthony’s strike sliced through the atmosphere like a bolt from a celestial bow, warping the surrounding space as his foot plummeted toward Lucian with lethal velocity.

Lucian instinctively raised his guard to parry, but the effort was useless. Anthony’s heel crashed into his jaw with the resonance of a thundering war drum. The violence of the impact sent Lucian spiraling sideways, his body flailing like a kite with a severed string. Bones splintered and shockwaves rattled his brain, blurring his vision as he was sent tumbling away.

Even while airborne, Lucian triggered his ability. He refused to remain the victim in this exchange, his pride demanding a counterstrike.

Mana surged from his pores with explosive intensity as he hurtled through the air, his intent narrowing into a cold, sharp focus. Without a hint of warning or dramatic buildup, the coordinates where Anthony stood were simply erased. It wasn't mere destruction; it was a total deletion. The matter, the location, and the very concept of that space ceased to exist. No mana fluctuations or explosions signaled the attack, nor was there a distortion of light. There was only... a void. Absolute erasure.

Lucian’s frame slammed into the dirt with ruinous force, carving a trench into the ground as he struggled to shed his momentum. His muscles shrieked in agony as he skidded across the earth before finally grinding to a halt. He immediately snapped his head up, his gaze fixated on the spot where Anthony had been standing.

He had to confirm it. Had the strike been successful?

Indeed, reality at that spot had been utterly excised. Existence had been hollowed out, leaving a vacuum so profound it felt unnatural to witness. No dust, no air, and no light remained—only a hollow nothingness.

Then, the sound of footsteps rang out.

Anthony stepped out from the heart of that void.

His foot descended upon the empty air, yet he walked as if the ground beneath him were solid stone. With measured composure, he emerged from the non-existence, strolling forward as if he were the master and creator of the very nothingness he had just inhabited.

Lucian’s resolve wavered. He had deleted Anthony. Or rather, he had deleted the space containing Anthony. While the ability had functioned perfectly on the physical world, it had failed to leave a single scratch on the man himself.

Lucian found himself paralyzed, unsure of how to proceed.

In the time it takes to blink, Anthony was suddenly standing right in front of him, their faces inches apart. His presence was suffocating in its silent authority.

"Let’s end this, shall we?" Anthony remarked in a level voice. "I believe I’ve given you enough chance and time." This was the first time Anthony had addressed him directly since their clash began.

"Enough chance and time..." Lucian murmured the words to himself. By all accounts, the statement should have reeked of arrogance and hubris. Yet, it didn't. Anthony’s tone carried no hint of taunting or ego. There was only absolute certainty.

Anthony did not hesitate.

A side-hook lunged in. Lucian felt as if a meteor had collided with his ribcage when Anthony’s fist made contact. His frame buckled instantly, his internal organs failing under the pressure of the strike. Despite the pain, he forced a counter-punch, his fist darting toward Anthony’s face.

Anthony simply shifted to the side with effortless fluidity. He seized Lucian’s arm, one hand locking the wrist while the other secured the elbow, and executed a shoulder throw. Lucian’s perspective flipped before he was slammed into the dirt with crushing power.

The collision was monumental.

The earth shattered beneath Lucian’s back, a massive crater forming as web-like fissures raced outward. Searing, white-hot pain erupted through his spine. Before he could even draw a breath, Anthony raised his boot and stomped toward Lucian’s skull, clearly intending to end the fight right there.

Lucian’s instincts saved him just in time.

He rolled frantically to the side, narrowly dodging the killing blow, and scrambled to his feet in one fluid motion. He snapped his eyes toward Anthony, but he was already too late.

Anthony had already arrived.

A kick thundered into Lucian’s chest with a deafening crack. Lucian coughed up a spray of blood as he was launched backward, his internals collapsing from the sheer force. Bones snapped and flesh tore, yet his regeneration kicked in instantly, stitching his body back together even as he flew through the air.

Twisting mid-flight, Lucian hit the ground hard, his heels digging deep furrows into the soil as he skidded. Without a moment's pause, he lunged forward again, propelling himself at Anthony like a human projectile.

He swung his leg in a lethal arc aimed at Anthony’s head.

Anthony took a solitary step back. The strike missed as if it had never been close to its target. Dropping his weight, Anthony swept Lucian’s legs with a low-level kick. Lucian’s balance vanished, and as he began to fall,

Anthony’s fist shot out like a cannon blast before Lucian could hit the dirt. It slammed into Lucian’s spine. The bone shattered like glass against a rock. Lucian was sent tumbling once more, ricocheting through the forest, obliterating trees and crushing boulders before finally coming to rest kilometers away.

Before Lucian could even crawl out of the ravine, Anthony was there again. A rain of fists descended with clinical, rapid brutality. His technique was perfect, his punches blurring in a display of ruthless efficiency that mirrored a master boxer.

Chest. Lungs. Kidney. Stomach. Ribs. Jaw.

Anthony’s strikes became a relentless torrent of destruction. He did not stop to breathe. Lucian could only lie there, shattered and defeated, absorbing the relentless storm. Agony saturated his senses, drowning his mind in a sea of pain.

Anthony didn't bother checking to see if Lucian was still breathing.

He already knew. He could feel the rhythm of the other man's heart.

As the blows landed, Lucian’s regenerative powers worked at a feverish pace, mending wounds as quickly as they were inflicted. For a fleeting second, Lucian managed to find an opening.

He vanished once more, but the instant he reappeared, Anthony was waiting. A knee drove into Lucian’s jaw with catastrophic force.

Lucian was hammered into the earth again, his body sinking into the soil. Anthony touched down lightly beside him, approaching with slow, deliberate steps.

Lucian remained on the ground, his spirit flagging. His mind raced through every technique and ability in his repertoire, desperately searching for a solution. Yet, in his heart, he understood the truth: nothing he possessed could overcome Anthony.

After a long silence, he finally spoke.

He channeled every ounce of his being into the effort.

Since physical force had failed, he attempted to manipulate the outcome of the battle itself. He tried to force the concept of his own victory into the fabric of reality, straining to bend existence through sheer willpower. The world seemed to shudder and warp under the pressure of his intent. His mana burned like a dying star as he poured his final reserves into this desperate gamble.

Anthony remained unmoving. He simply stood there, watching with a calm expression as Lucian attempted the impossible.

The minutes ticked by until Lucian’s mana was completely spent.

Reality remained stagnant. It did not shift, nor did it obey his command.

Lucian fell silent. He raised his eyes to meet Anthony’s sky-blue gaze one last time.

"It’s my loss," he conceded softly.

With those words, Lucian Darkheart accepted his defeat.

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