MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 860: Overwhelming Supremacy

Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos drifted through the void, his expression peaceful and nearly divine. His eyes remained open, detachedly observing the conflict raging across the vastness of the galaxy. Behind his floating figure, a macabre gallery of corpses was scattered like art, deathly murals painted upon the infinite cosmic backdrop. Blood in every shade—crimson, obsidian, and shimmering gold—pooled and flowed over shattered asteroids, drifting in weightless currents left by those he had executed.

His rainbow-hued, clock-like pupils shifted slightly, glancing toward Anthony, Kingsley, Vega, Lucian, and Aura. Each one was preoccupied with their own brand of entertainment, toyishly engaging their rivals as if this grand battle were nothing more than a casual game.

A fresh wave of adversaries rushed toward Aaaninja, closing in from all sides. However, the moment they entered his proximity, they froze in place, their very existence halted by the freezing of Time. Slowly, their physical forms began to decay, crumbling into fine dust as Aaaninja erased them from the temporal stream without effort.

He had already slain a ten-winged Angel long before this chaotic brawl began; thus, he felt neither the urge nor the duty to spend his energy on such trivial pests. Whenever new challengers approached, he either manipulated Time to blink them out of reality or used his blade to grind their remains into powder.

’The others appear to be enjoying themselves,’ he mused, his face remaining perfectly still. ’Perhaps I should join the fun. After all, my years of seclusion and Cultivation should be put to use.’

As if responding to his desire for combat, the fabric of Time trembled. An eleven-winged Angel erupted from the furnace of a distant sun, charging toward Aaaninja in a streak of radiant gold. In less than a heartbeat, the Angel closed the gap, its sabre already swinging toward Aaaninja’s throat with lethal intent.

Just as the edge was about to bite into his flesh, Aaaninja vanished silently. He stepped seamlessly into the folds of Time, leaving that specific moment behind. The Angel’s sabre sliced through the empty space where his neck had been, the sheer momentum of the strike shattering a massive asteroid in the background into a cloud of jagged debris.

Aaaninja materialized directly behind his assailant, his hand moving toward his waist with blinding speed to prepare a counter. Yet, the Angel was no ordinary warrior. It lunged forward, its eleven wings flaring with brilliant light to propel it away from Aaaninja’s reach at extreme velocity.

Suddenly, the Angel struck back, choosing its wings over its blade. Its right wing elongated, sharpening into a lethal point that thrust toward Aaaninja’s eyes. The cosmic winds howled as the wing cut through the vacuum like a sword of divine retribution.

Once more, Aaaninja slipped through the temporal flow, vanishing as though reality had blinked. He reappeared high above the Angel, his leg raised toward the heavens. A moment later, he brought his heel down with enough power to crush a star, aiming directly for the Angel’s neck.

Realizing it couldn't dodge the cataclysmic blow in time, the Angel pulled back its left wing to serve as a shield. A massive shockwave of destructive force exploded outward, sending the Angel tumbling back like a leaf in a gale. It slammed into a glowing star, skidding across the fiery surface before stabilizing itself. Its golden eyes looked down at its left wing, which was now mangled and broken under the weight of Aaaninja’s kick.

Despite the injury, the Angel showed no pain. Within seconds, the wing began to mend; bones snapped back into place and feathers regrew in shimmering waves, restoring itself with divine speed as if the damage had never occurred.

’A speed-type Angel,’ Aaaninja noted, instantly identifying its combat specialty.

Before his analysis was even finished, a double-edged axe chopped through the air, spinning with terrifying momentum toward him. He drew his sword with effortless grace, raising it to block the incoming projectile. The axe slammed into his blade with the crushing weight of a planet.

Faith energy exploded in concentric circles, each wave strong enough to turn worlds to dust, threatening to consume Aaaninja. However, his own mana flared in defiance, surging out in blue auroras that neutralized the Angelic power. Gold and blue light clashed in a violent, destructive harmony.

Before the vibrations ceased, the wielder of the axe—another Angel—materialized behind Aaaninja. Its fist, wreathed in golden faith energy, swung toward him like a falling comet. Aaaninja didn't bother to turn around. His Eyes of Genesis provided him with a perfect 360-degree view of the battlefield. He calmly raised his left hand, mana swirling in his palm as he thrust it back to catch the blow.

A deafening boom echoed as fist met palm with titanic strength. The resulting blast shattered the surface of the moon beneath them, gouging a massive crater into the celestial rock. Neither Aaaninja nor the Angel budged, both standing their ground in a display of immense physical power.

’A strength-type Angel... a mere barbarian,’ Aaaninja observed, his gaze falling upon the hulking figure. The brute simply glared back, its golden eyes filled with arrogance.

The first speed-type Angel saw the opening created by its comrade and lunged forward as a bolt of gold. To its eyes, Aaaninja was trapped, pinned by the strength-type and the heavy axe. It crossed the distance in a flash, its sabre aiming for Aaaninja’s throat with cold precision.

Aaaninja remained unfazed. His hands were busy, but that did not mean he was defenseless. Reality warped under his will as he triggered a skill: Temporal Swap. In an instant, his position and the speed-type Angel’s position were reversed.

For a split second, both Angels were paralyzed with confusion as their senses struggled to adapt. Aaaninja did not hesitate. His fist shot out like a divine lance, striking the speed Angel’s golden armor with world-ending force. Time itself seemed to fracture at the point of impact, unable to process the violence of the strike.

With a thunderous roar, the speed-type Angel was sent flying like a meteor, crashing into a distant sun. Its golden chest plate buckled and cracked, imprinted with the shape of Aaaninja’s fist. The Angel spat out golden blood, its internals scorched by the overwhelming power of the single hit.

Aaaninja did not give chase. There was no reason to hunt an enemy that would inevitably come back to him.

The strength-type Angel teleported, reappearing beside its double-edged axe. Without a pause, it swung the weapon at Aaaninja’s waist, hoping to cleave him in two. The axe passed straight through Aaaninja’s middle, but there was no blood, no resistance, and no sound of tearing flesh.

’An afterimage.’

The Angel’s eyes widened as it swung backward in a desperate arc, but again, it struck only empty air.

"Are you searching for me?" Aaaninja’s steady voice drifted from above.

The Angel looked up. There, perched atop the glowing halo above the Angel’s own head, stood Aaaninja. His arms were folded, and his white hair remained pristine despite the cosmic turbulence. His sword was back in its sheath, untouched. His Eyes of Genesis looked down at the Angel with a quiet, absolute sense of supremacy.