MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 948: Eyes Of Genesis
Previously on MIGHT AS WELL BE OP...
With a soft bump, Kingsley's head struck the dirt, tumbling over the ground just like a regular rock or tiny stone that anyone could simply nudge aside without a second thought. Moments later, his body collapsed too, landing with a deep, booming crash that sounded muffled yet inescapably conclusive, triggering subtle shakes in the loose earth underneath and sending dust spreading out in a sluggish, lifeless wave.
Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos remained composed and steady, as if he had predicted this exact instant right from the start, as if all the events playing out in front of him were already scripted in a fate only he could decipher. In his view, Kingsley Sky was just postponing the unavoidable by activating his Law Defiance Field. That's why Aaaninja stayed silent and unmoving at the scene; he recognized it as a time-related power, and once its duration ran out, he could finish it off swiftly, neatly, and with no opposition at all.
In the end, after all, who could outpace time? Not a single soul.
Kingsley's plan had worked well, even impressively carried out. Had he unleashed this Law Defiance Field on Aura Nova, he could have triumphed over her thanks to her present constraints and the flaws built into her powers. However, Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos wasn't Aura Nova. He carried none of her restrictions; his fighting and warfare knowledge ran vast, profound, and shaped by endless clashes that had honed him into a threat far beyond mere brute force.
Yet ultimately, he ought to have been defeated in hand-to-hand fighting, since that was truly Kingsley's specialty, the area where Kingsley dominated unchallenged. Once more, though, Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos proved himself from an entirely superior league. Even if Kingsley's Law Defiance Field might have succeeded perfectly against typical foes, Aaaninja's Eyes Of Genesis kept working in their fundamental state without requiring mana, flowing as instinctively as inhaling and as smoothly as seeing.
Via his Eyes Of Genesis, Aaaninja managed to match Kingsley's outrageous fighting skills. He caught glimpses of what lay ahead in the future now and then, short bursts and fractured sights that showed upcoming events just seconds before they unfolded, letting him foresee Kingsley's strikes prior to their launch, which explained exactly how he had severed Kingsley's hand before with such chilling accuracy.
Besides, his Eyes Of Genesis elevated his sense of time and his surroundings to an extraordinarily sharp degree, extending instants into sharp focus and taming disorder into decipherable flows; that's why he could handle Kingsley's insane velocity without getting swamped.
Thus, even though Kingsley's Law Defiance Field counted as an overpowered natural talent by all normal measures, it seemed insignificant next to Aaaninja's Eyes Of Genesis, which let him endure a full hour untouched, without even a single mark or a single hair out of place. Regarding the decapitation of Kingsley, he didn't require his Eyes Of Genesis for that last move; simple Time Manipulation sufficed to wrap up the fight with finality.
He acted ahead of Kingsley's response because he realized Kingsley might employ his Concept Of Destruction to smash and dismantle time particles outright, which would sharply cut down his own fighting strength and skill if allowed the chance. Proof of this showed in Kingsley's clash with Aura Nova, where she had halted time completely, locking the world in total freeze, but Kingsley pressed on anyway by obliterating time, ripping apart the stalled instant like brittle glass.
Aaaninja couldn't afford to gamble on that whatsoever.
Moreover, sure, he found Kingsley's uniqueness intriguing, but that didn't mean he'd waste hours trading blows just to satisfy his interest or ego. His sole aim remained the person called Null Anthony, and nothing more—no others, no extras, no detours or extra fights to slow him down.
Lucian Darkheart? Aura Nova? They held no importance. Should they appear, he'd dispatch them as quickly as he'd dealt with Kingsley, no second thoughts or extra flair.
It wasn't arrogance or disdain toward them, not at all. He held respect for each one, given their powers, skills, and gifts that rivaled his, people who had fought their way to the top on their own merits. It was just that his purpose stood fixed in his thoughts, and nothing beyond it carried any worth.
Still, he knew Lucian Darkheart would make for a formidable rival, one who wouldn't drop without a fierce struggle. As for Aura Nova... he'd need to face her directly to gauge her full might. Guesses had no role in real battles.
His eyes, swirling with rainbow hues like intricate clocks, lingered briefly on Kingsley's remains. He wasn't sure if Kingsley had any self-revival tricks, but it made no difference. The guy known as Klaus appeared capable enough to bring Kingsley back if needed, and with that in mind, his stare shifted from the body as he started to stride off. Yet before he could manage another step, the heavens quaked with wild intensity.
Aaaninja halted abruptly, his gaze whipping upward with keen focus. He wasn't alone in looking skyward; the onlookers fixed their eyes on the clouds too, their faces tightening as a strange weight pressed down on them all.
The shield around this isolated realm, which Klaus had freshly bolstered just before, broke apart like a shell under a massive hammer, shards of space power splintering and fading as the air shook fiercely. A pristine, mysterious golden force surged through the sky like a godly tempest, immense and boundless. It shone brightly, radiantly, nearly sacred in its glow, emitting a soothing heat that seemed inviting and kind, as if eager to envelop all below. But sadly, this event wasn't meant for them.
'A True Enlightenment?' Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos pondered silently. A like occurrence had struck when he'd fallen to Anthony in the Starborn Tournament. 'No, that's not True Enlightenment... could the deceased even attain True Enlightenment?' he decided inside, even as another doubt arose in his thoughts, laced with subtle doubt.
From above, a colossal golden beam of power plunged down with searing speed and crushing mass, slamming straight onto Kingsley's form. Kingsley's body lifted softly off the soil, facing upward with his torso to the sky and spine to the earth as it floated higher, like ascending to the divine realms and leaving behind all human limits and death.
His head, which had tumbled aside earlier, disappeared as if it had never been there, wiped from existence without remnant. His blood faded from the dirt too, not evaporating or vanishing gradually but just stopping to exist. At the severed spot on Kingsley's neck, a fresh head sprouted anew, not bit by bit or over time, but in an instant, making it seem as if Aaaninja had never beheaded him, as if demise had been outright denied.
All present observed the spectacle in stunned wonder and heavy quiet, too wary to probe the occurrence with any power, sensing deep down that meddling with such an enigma could unleash repercussions way past their grasp.
Klaus merely exhaled deeply. He'd only just fortified this separate plane, and here it lay ruined once more. He couldn't shake the thought that maybe they ought to move the whole bout to the galaxy's emptiness and spare him the nonstop hassle of fixing it all.
Because he'd just toughened it past what anyone there could wreck, meticulously bolstering each part of its framework, only for some mysterious force to smash it apart with ease yet again. Every bit of work he'd poured in since the match began had come to nothing, turned into sheer lost effort and muted annoyance.