MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 952: A Knack

Aura Nova felt shock this round, for though she anticipated Lucian's comeback, the sheer speed and flawlessness of it stunned her—it resembled the universe mending a flaw more than simple restoration. She figured he'd evade, allowing her blow to merely skim him as he sidestepped fatal harm.

Yet he shattered her predictions completely by parrying instead, emerging without the tiniest wound ever recorded, not a single scrape or trace marring his flesh. She recognized the katana he gripped as the identical one she'd just discarded, matching the exact heft, sharpness, and aura from mere seconds prior.

Lucian had long understood that dropping a sword or any armament amid combat was commonplace, a blunder countless fighters committed at the cost of their lives, which explained why he wielded a blade that obeyed his mere intention or gentle mental pull, tethered to him as loyally as a shadow clings to its caster.

"Surprised?" Lucian inquired in a composed voice while he and Aura Nova remained locked in place, their weapons clashing firmly, steel scraping steel as tiny sparks fell like fading celestial lights.

"Indeed, I am," Aura Nova admitted without hesitation, her poise unchanged, breaths even and measured as shards from the earlier broken windows rained down onto the pavement, tumbling amid them like gentle precipitation, tinkling faintly as pieces clattered and broke anew.

"I guess that makes the both of us," Lucian remarked with a serene grin, "although I don’t know how you suddenly achieved such battle experience and combat IQ and skill, I for sure know it isn’t through the battle with Kingsley," he continued steadily, gaze keen and attentive, "and I have to say, your Omniedit ability is truly broken if it can allow you to perform such ridiculous feats," he concluded, eyeing her with a subtle grin blending admiration and caution.

Though Lucian lacked precise knowledge of Aura Nova's actions, he inferred she'd somehow boosted her fighting prowess, as no one honed skills so rapidly without twisting the fabric of existence.

'She really has improved, all the gaps in her movement and attacks that Kingsley had exploited previously are almost all gone,' he reflected inwardly, remembering the former vulnerabilities and observing how each had been carefully eliminated.

'Sighs, everyone is just so talented and monsters of different yet equal calibre, the author really does have a knack for writing overpowered characters,' he pondered quietly to himself.

Kingsley, defeated by Aura Nova earlier, had returned to face Aaaninja, unleashing an enhanced Law Defiance Field that once brimmed with obvious flaws.

And now, Aura Nova, who had fallen to Kingsley in hand-to-hand fighting, began swiftly closing that exact shortfall with alarming speed. Lucian inwardly sighed at the cluster of such prodigies, each advancing during combat like beasts molting outdated hides.

He'd planned to dispatch Aura Nova in melee within just a few clashes, securing a swift and absolute win, but now he'd need to accelerate, since she'd advanced, and such growth in the heat of battle posed the deadliest unpredictability.

Aura Nova grinned before replying, "Don’t blink or you would miss," and as soon as the phrase escaped her, she vanished, materializing behind Lucian like a specter gliding across voids, her swords weaving erratic paths through the atmosphere as she loosed a barrage of strikes, velocity building with each motion until her figure smeared into blurs.

Lucian's form dissolved into a lingering image, Aura Nova's onslaughts ripping vacant space as only vanishing outlines got hit, then the structure crumbled entirely under them from prior harm, sending both tumbling skyward, positioned parallel like synchronized droppers, yet they refrained from striking during the drop, merely exchanging glances with faint smirks as if deciphering one another through quiet understanding, locks whipping fiercely in the gale as gravity yanked them earthward without pity.

Upon reaching the surface, their frames shifted fluidly for landing, knees flexing to cushion the impact, but the second their boots touched soil, they surged ahead once more at devastating velocity. Booms of sound erupted in their wake as they pierced gales and demolished sonic walls like mere pranks, the air fracturing behind them akin to splintering panes.

Aura Nova created separation from Lucian amid a flurry of strikes, every blade arc brushing past her by mere inches, her sight locking onto a tanker truck beside the devastated road, and in one fluid motion, her heel struck it like a ball, propelling it onward with a shrill metallic whine and furious rotation, the hulking vehicle rocketing at Lucian as a propelled projectile.

Lucian showed no outward response, his arm twitching lightly as a lone sword arc slashed the breeze, and instantly the full fuel container burst into scraps of alloy and tire, divided so precisely it appeared analyzed rather than demolished, shards flying in all directions.

Aura Nova charged from the flank, having deployed the truck as a feint, her swords targeting his unguarded angle. But Lucian anticipated it fully, his katana gleaming anew, and suddenly countless sword arcs encircled Aura Nova, connected like a lethal web forged from unyielding metallic resolve, contracting toward her from all sides without mercy or delay.

Aura Nova's gaze sharpened intensely, opting for an immediate choice, Sword Intent surging via her frame and weapons like electric surges along pathways, and promptly she thrust ahead as a thunderbolt across the heavens, her paired short blades slashing successive assaults that sought to enclose her.

Realizing the onslaught appeared boundless and that hacking them individually would soon submerge her, she switched strategies on the spot, her palm flickering as if phasing beyond existence, and moments later she released a broad-spectrum assault brimming with annihilation and havoc, her own blows crumbling Lucian's and slicing through like blades via soft material, dismantling the blade mesh with sheer supremacy.

Structures toppled, pavement split and sank, fissures ripped across the terrain like gashes on flesh, blade scars etched the surroundings as they summoned a tempest of devastation onto the field. Thick mists of powder, rubble, and fractured rock spiraled upward like a howling vortex ascending the firmament, engulfing all visibility.

The combat zone turned into a fog of turbulent and revolving barriers, sight narrowed to mere outlines and glimmers, a chaos of war navigated solely by gut feelings and lethal urges.