MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 946: Upgrade [Bonus - ]

Kingsley showed no delay; the instant Klaus's voice reached his ears, he sprang into action ahead of Aaaninja.

From his form burst a field, which spread out steadily and covered kilometers across, acting like an unseen wave that engulfed the entire field of battle.

Earlier, this power had been deployed against Aura Nova, blocking all types of energy completely, from mana and aura down to the tiniest hint of outside force. Kingsley was aware of Aaaninja's mastery over Time, making the fellow a hazardous and tricky foe in fights, one who challenged normal fighting rules just by being there, and Kingsley refused to let such a power have even the smallest opportunity to appear.

Aaaninja showed no surprise, as if he had foreseen this exact instant prior to its arrival. He just pulled out his sword and stood ready for Kingsley's approach, relaxed and collected, his breaths even, and suddenly, Kingsley closed in on Aaaninja, aiming to finish the fight quickly before it turned into something ruinous or drawn out.

In the past, Aura Nova had slipped away from the Law Defiance Field merely by stepping beyond its reach. Yet after his defeat by Aura Nova, Kingsley entered his Sleep Training state, and within that boundless inner forge, he enhanced the Law Defiance Field.

Once, it stayed fixed in place, a chained cage with boundaries he couldn't overcome; these days, it followed him like an extra layer of flesh. It had been limited to one use per day, but he had now removed that flaw as well, shattering another barrier via endless practice and polishing. Its duration was capped at two minutes before, yet now he sustained it for roughly an hour.

Only sixty minutes remained to conclude this clash, and nothing would make him pause. Time itself was his adversary here.

His fist hurtled at Aaaninja's flank with meteor-like power, compressing the atmosphere and making it roar around his knuckles, yet Aaaninja's gaze shifted sharply that way, his blade flashing to meet the blow with perfect accuracy. A massive clash erupted as hand struck edge, the blast echoing in booming ripples that swept over the terrain like a bursting tempest, dislodging rocks and splitting the soil under them.

Aaaninja kept his expression serene, and Kingsley matched that poise, before they blurred out of sight in a flash, their shapes becoming lines of speed as they dashed, one in gold hues, the other in white, smashing and slamming repeatedly like rival shooting stars ripping across the heavens.

Unlike Aura Nova, who Kingsley had dominated in tight-range fighting, Aaaninja held equal or greater combat wisdom than Kingsley, allowing him to respond and stay in pace with absurd simplicity, mirroring the warrior as if it were effortless, treating such velocity and ferocity as nothing special.

However, Aaaninja grasped a key fact; though he could keep up with Kingsley, the man's brute bodily power exceeded his, so using that insight, he merely deflected Kingsley's assaults aside via precise handling and some stolen force, guiding them away instead of clashing head-on, saving his energy while breaking down every assault with precise skill.

This approach was brilliant right then.

The blade whistled at Kingsley's throat, cutting the breeze with a keen hiss. Kingsley shifted to parry, but Aaaninja's weapon altered course like he anticipated the defense in advance. It bent oddly, slashing at Kingsley's torso next. Kingsley's other arm surged with quickness and haze to halt Aaaninja's edge using his hand's rear, sending sparks flying from the clash.

Not pausing even briefly, his leg ripped from the dirt, launching at Aaaninja's midsection akin to a battering ram. Aaaninja countered right away; he just shifted his left arm, employing his hand to catch the strike with chilling calm.

A booming power sent knee smashing into hand, and even with the block, the impact hurled Aaaninja skyward. His frame soared through the atmosphere like a fired missile, yet he remained unbothered; indeed, he suffered zero harm. Kingsley offered Aaaninja no moment to recover; as soon as Aaaninja launched upward, he chased without pause, his chase fierce and unforgiving.

Upon reaching him, Kingsley's leg whipped at Aaaninja's throat, but Aaaninja just leaped away while airborne, treating the sky like solid earth for him and Kingsley. Atmosphere and void burst and fractured where Kingsley's leg sliced past Aaaninja's former head position, the blast wave tearing open the overhead clouds.

Aaaninja struck back without delay, his sword dropping from on high like fading flames as he sought to sever Kingsley's limb at the socket, yet Kingsley, the true fighter, just faded away in a speed surge to evade. Still, Aaaninja's vision followed him without effort; he persisted, his form mirroring Kingsley's path, pace, and angle, his katana streaking ahead once more toward a brutal beheading.

This round, Kingsley seized Aaaninja's blade easily in his hand, the metal scraping his toughened flesh, but Aaaninja ignored it. The second his weapon was trapped briefly, he pivoted to his limb, his knee flashing up at Kingsley's abdomen. Yet Kingsley sensed it coming; his own leg countered, stopping Aaaninja's in the air.

Between them, the breeze detonated as limbs connected in mid-strike. Seamless in his flow, Kingsley poured extra power into his grip, his veins bulging beneath the surface like twisted vipers, and with a ear-splitting crack, Aaaninja's sword broke into shards of steel that flew apart like shattered constellations. Aaaninja froze briefly, shocked by how simply Kingsley had destroyed his weapon, and seizing that instant without prompt, Kingsley pressed his advantage with brutal precision.

His fist sped at Aaaninja's torso, intent on piercing his core. Yet Aaaninja stayed alert; he evaded despite that tiny lag and astonishment, his movement flawless and smooth, resembling liquid gliding around rock.

More than evading, he thrust forward, his fist racing at Kingsley's face, but hand-to-hand combat belonged to Kingsley, not Aaaninja. He sidestepped like it was child's play. While shifting, his fingers gripped Aaaninja's arm from the flank, yanking him closer, his knee surging again at Aaaninja's side with devastating might.

Yet Aaaninja's hand lifted anew to defend, the impact surging fiercely along his limbs, though he shrugged it off. He grabbed Kingsley's leg, then tried to hoist and smash him down. But Kingsley denied him that; as Aaaninja lifted him from the soil, his spare knee blasted out harder and fiercer, like a barrel aimed at Aaaninja's face.

Aaaninja wasted no time; he released Kingsley's leg at once, becoming a streak as he evaded with dazzling quickness and shift, pulling back only far enough to reestablish space between them while the disrupted air quivered from their recent bout.