MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 972: Storm Given Form
Previously on MIGHT AS WELL BE OP...
Lucian and Aaaninja materialized on the expansive ocean's surface, their forms slicing through the waves as embodied tempests, resembling dual disasters forged from heavenly fury. Their swords clashed relentlessly with unyielding power and merciless continuity, every blow smashing into the following one without break or mercy, igniting sparks and shockwaves at each brutal contact.
The waves under their stance roared and twisted in fury, the ocean surging skyward in massive spouts and crumbling barriers of watery chaos from the sheer might of their impacts, yet Aaaninja and Lucian showed no concern whatsoever, their faces calm and removed, as they assaulted one another without pity or regret, ignoring the surrounding world like it had already faded away.
Aaaninja's blade whipped out, and right away a massive sword crescent, powerful enough to shatter the heavens into pieces, surged toward Lucian with world-ending speed.
Lucian showed no doubt, refusing to evade or pull back, charging straight into the assault with his own counterstrike, his katana slashing ahead with total resolve. Reality bloated with pressure and pent-up energy for a split second before exploding in apocalyptic might and a ruinous blast that warped the atmosphere and silenced noise.
The whole ocean vanished in one clash, the ocean floor cracking open while far-off coasts crumbled and sank as floods raged outward in savage surges, blade scars gouging deep wounds into the revealed land, but Lucian and Aaaninja had already vanished as if they were never present.
They reemerged atop a massive tree's peak, their weapons flashing like paired serpents of refined metal as they thrust at each other's necks simultaneously. Lucian shifted instantly from offense to guard with flawless accuracy, blocking Aaaninja's thrust aimed straight for his throat.
As soon as Aaaninja's sword veered off, Lucian struck back without a moment's pause, his katana lunging at Aaaninja's torso in a ripping stab that could split the void. Spotting the approach, Aaaninja calmly lifted his blade's broad side at the perfect instant to counter the blow without rush or fear.
A colossal surge of power burst out on impact, the tree beneath them creaking from the immense strain before breaking apart into myriad wooden shards, pulling them down from the heights under gravity's pull. The second their soles touched the ground, they surged forward once more without halt, treating the drop as just another phase of their duel.
Aaaninja's sword hacked at Lucian's arm with deadly velocity and overwhelming might, Lucian's gaze following the strike's path with chilling sharpness, his limb lifting to intercept as his katana streaked up, and with a resounding clang, steel grated against steel in a fierce metallic scrape and sizzle.
The soil beneath them caved in from the force, web-like fissures racing out in every direction, then the terrain shook wildly from the raw strength in their frames, but Aaaninja and Lucian paid no mind to the havoc spreading below them right then.
In the blink of an eye, existence flickered and they disappeared, leaving only fading echoes of their forms as their velocity outpaced sight. Lucian unleashed a rapid barrage of fatal cuts, reaching millions in count, each flowing perfectly into the subsequent one in an impeccable sequence of deadly purpose. Aaaninja's gaze gleamed subtly upon witnessing the onslaught of blades.
He met it directly.
He switched to guarding sword forms with complete expertise, deploying counters, barriers, and redirects in nonstop flow, his grip and weapon hazed with velocity like they might warp out of the world.
Blade traces and glowing streaks ripped and etched into the ground below with frenzied fury, gulfs splitting wide and gaping upward as if the world were getting carved open.
Once his defense ended, Aaaninja closed the gap to Lucian in under an instant, his advance quick, exact, and completely quiet, and the moment he closed in, he struck at Lucian's core without falter. Lucian's awareness locked onto the threat, his balance adjusting smoothly, his torso, stance, hips, and whole frame gliding aside in a master's fluid evasion.
Yet Aaaninja anticipated the dodge as if foreseeing it, his footwork altering right away like reading fate, his sword stopping short before redirecting and tracing the precise route of Lucian's escape, this time the sharp edge targeting the throat to sever his head on the spot.
Lucian wasted no time, showing no shock, his reactions and senses firing up, velocity propelling his legs as he retreated with exact poise and evaded the cut with no excess motion, but he didn't just avoid, he countered in the same instant.
Aaaninja aimed to keep pushing, but suddenly he flipped to guarding as Lucian's katana flashed up from low in a sweeping side cut. Aaaninja responded at once with bolt-like swiftness, his head jerking away as the air ripped and howled past his ears from Lucian's blade grazing the air his skull had just left.
Lucian Darkheart advanced right after, adopting a fierce posture, but now his weapon stayed put, his leg instead launching from the ground toward Aaaninja's head from the flank with devastating power.
Aaaninja's sight shifted as he swung his sword up to clash Lucian's boot with the blade's flat, a shock of dull force exploding in rippling gusts that flung rubble everywhere. Keeping his weapon tight, Lucian followed up without delay, his katana stabbing at Aaaninja's side from the edge with ruthless purpose.
Aaaninja shoved Lucian's leg away at once as he moved to counter the thrust with stunning and perfect agility, but just as their swords neared another clash, Lucian twisted his strike's path in the final second, redirecting from the side to the chest with pinpoint accuracy.
Aaaninja's eyes sparked briefly as his awareness expanded and honed, assessing all options in a flash, understanding he was trapped. He couldn't guard, deflect, or evade at his present pace, nor strike back for shared ruin.
With that insight, his Sword Intent blazed to life with savage intensity, swirling around him like a wild blaze, and he faded from his position as if wiped from being.
Lucian's strike ripped through vacant air, parting it like thin cloth, the weave of existence yielding to his sword's might, but soon after, the void started mending, stitching closed as if denying the damage he dealt.