MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 858: Barbarian

Two hammers tore forward, one golden, one black, one holy, the other drenched in evil. Like twin thunderstorms colliding in the heart of a collapsing world, they crashed into one another with a deafening, cosmic resonance. The instant the clash subsided, both hammers moved again without a moment’s hesitation, each carrying the savagery of a natural disaster, each a tempest in its own right. Their swings were not merely attacks; they were declarations of pure madness, raw power, and unrestrained will.

The Galaxy around them flashed alternately gold and black as their light exploded and vanished in rapid succession, flickering violently across the void. Anthony, still clad in his black demonic armor, became a streak of darkness. His hammer soared upward with a wicked chorus, aimed straight for the Angel’s chin.

But the Angel merely sidestepped, his movement precise and deceptively effortless. His retaliation came in an instant, his golden hammer descended from above like a divine judgment, barreling toward Anthony’s side.

But Anthony did not block with his own hammer. Instead, he raised his forearm with reckless confidence. The Angel’s holy hammer struck his vambrace, the impact detonating like a catapult shot fired directly into the armor. The collision was powerful enough that the planet beneath their feet sank inward, creating a crater from the compressed force. But neither warrior stepped back.

Their presences peaked, energy erupting from their bodies in surging torrents. They stood like titans among mortals, their forms radiating pure combat intent, their auras blazing so fiercely that even the void trembled.

A wide grin carved itself across Anthony’s lips, wild, savage, unrestrained. He moved like a barbarian drunk on battle. Anyone who had ever watched Anthony gracefully wield a katana would scarcely believe this was the same Anthony. His katana form was fluid, refined, literally elegant.

But with a colossal hammer in hand, he abandoned refinement entirely. His movements were all raw, explosive strength, muscles tightening and relaxing with primal rhythm, power releasing and reloading with each monstrous swing.

His hammer blurred once more, and the air detonated like a war drum being struck by a god. The hammer came down upon the planet, which shattered beneath the impact in a cataclysmic eruption. The Angel was nowhere near the point of contact; he had already flashed away in a streak of holy brilliance, dodging with absurd speed.

A shrieking wind tore past Anthony’s ears, dragging his attention to the side. A blazing comet hurtled toward him, roaring like a divine beast. Anthony swung his hammer in a swift arc. The comet shattered instantly, splintering like a fragile egg cracked by unstoppable force.

He counterattacked immediately. His hammer swung toward a nearby sun, its flat edge smashing against the sun with titanic weight. The sun shot forward like a blazing projectile, hurtling toward the Angel in a searing wave of heat and flame.

The Angel did not dodge. His fingers curled into a fist, and he punched forward with divine calmness. His fist met the incoming sun head-on. A catastrophic wave of heat burst outward, scorching the void, melting anything that dared exist around them, drowning space in a blistering haze.

Through the fiery distortion, Anthony burst forth, emerging like a shadow birthed from chaos itself. His chaos energy erupted violently, coating his hammer in writhing blackness. He aimed a devastating swing directly at the Angel’s head.

The Angel snapped his head toward Anthony, his golden eyes absorbing the sight of Anthony’s wicked form. He wanted to block. He wanted to dodge. But he was already too late. As a desperate last resort, faith energy exploded from his frame, forming a luminous shield around his head.

It might as well have been glass.

Anthony’s hammer collided with the faith barrier. The shield shattered instantly, scattering like fragile shards of light fading into nothingness.

Then the hammer struck the Angel’s head with spine-breaking force. His head snapped backward violently as chaos energy-infused metal smashed into divine armor. The Angel’s eight-foot frame was dragged through the void like a ragdoll carried by pure inertia, his body streaking backward in a golden blur.

His mind spun. His senses faltered. His brain rattled inside his skull like it was being shaken by an starquake. The only reason he still had a head was the divinely reinforced helmet he wore, without it, Anthony’s blow would have smashed his skull inward like soft clay.

He tried to regain control of his body, but Anthony’s previous strike had carried too much weight. The next moment, the Angel’s back crashed into a star. The star fractured beneath the impact, cracks spreading like shattered glass across its surface.

Before the Angel could even blink, Anthony moved again, a chaotic black blur tearing through space. He appeared before the Angel in an instant, his hammer singing with wicked anticipation. With an apocalyptic roar, the hammer plunged into the Angel’s breastplate. Metal collided with metal in a thunderous explosion.

This time, the force behind Anthony’s attack was even heavier, deadlier. Chaos energy surged through the hammer, turning the blow into a cataclysm. The Angel coughed up golden blood that evaporated instantly in the star’s heat. His chest and stomach churned violently. More golden blood bubbled from his mouth.

The star behind him shattered completely, then exploded outward in a radiant silver burst of catastrophic energy. The Angel was flung backward yet again, another helpless projectile launched through space.

But this time, he activated a movement technique. His body halted abruptly mid-air, stopping as though gripped by invisible chains. His golden eyes shifted toward Anthony, who was still smiling as though the battle was the greatest entertainment of his life. The Angel wiped the golden blood on his lips and glanced at his breastplate. It was dented, deeply.

Rage ignited in his heart. He raised a hand, summoning his hammer. The golden weapon responded instantly, shooting toward him from where it had fallen.

But Anthony raised his hand as well. Space twisted. Chaos energy coiled. Reality shrieked.

The Angel’s hammer froze mid-motion.

Then it disintegrated into dust, erased completely by the fusion of space manipulation and chaos energy.

"Fake believer," Anthony said, continuing his theatrical performance of an evil demon, "it isn’t too late to join the Demon Lord in his quest for supremacy. Bow before him, or die for your pathetic and stupid god who isn’t even here to save you."

The Angel’s response was cold, flat. "Lower being, you can never shake my faith in HIM. Even in death, HE loves us all."

"HAHAHAHA!" Anthony bellowed, darkness swelling around him. "Then I shall send you on the path of reincarnation!"

The Angel did not respond further. Hammerless or not, he was far from defenseless. He shifted into a martial stance, wings spreading wide, presence rising like a sacred mountain. His body settled into a focused rhythm, a divine battle state perfected through millennials of war.

Anthony did not waste breath. His hammer vanished in a burst of black energy as he curled his fingers into a fist, assuming a martial stance of his own. His grin widened. He welcomed the challenge eagerly, ready to face the Angel in pure hand-to-hand combat.

His battle intent exploded outward. Chaos energy spiraled violently around him, forming a storm of corrupted power. His armor remained blacker than the abyss, and he stood like the embodiment of all evil. Then, with a screeching twist, his chaos energy flared behind him, forming eleven pairs of black wings, each one wicked, demonic, and carved entirely from chaos energy.

With their preparations complete, the two beings stared at one another.

Black energy collided silently with golden radiance.

Evil met holy.

Chaos confronted divinity.

Without uttering another word, they vanished, disappearing in a dual burst of motion as they transitioned into a battle of ultimate martial arts, where fists would shake constellations and every strike would be worthy of legend.