MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 914: Sand Dune

In the time it takes to blink, Aura Nova and Kingsley had already collided, their knuckles smashing together as their fists carved through the atmosphere. A cataclysmic eruption followed; compressed force screamed outward, detonating in every direction without mercy. The ground beneath them gave way instantly, caving in as violent, spiderweb-like fractures spread across the earth in chaotic patterns.

Neither combatant retreated a single pace. They stood their ground firmly, unmoving, even as the savage shockwave of their impact whipped their hair and garments backward. Golden eyes locked onto sky-blue ones in a direct stare, neither side yielding or even blinking. Without a moment's delay, they moved again. Without advancing or falling back, their fists became lethal blurs as they struck out with murderous intent.

One. Three. Four. Ten. Fifty. A hundred. Hundreds.

Their arms transformed into indistinct streaks as they traded an overwhelming barrage of strikes, neither gaining the upper hand nor losing ground. Their legs seemed to be drilled into the very bedrock of the earth, refusing to shift even a fraction of an inch. The air continued to wail under the immense strain, yet they remained anchored in place, unbroken and unmoved. It was as if they had entered a silent trial of wills, testing to see who would be the first to retreat or give way.

Violent clouds of dust billowed around them as sound and wind barriers were shattered in rapid succession. Space itself shuddered violently with every impact, rippling as if reality were struggling to contain the sheer brutality of their exchange.

The earth groaned once more, sinking further under the relentless pressure. Suddenly, the ground shattered completely, and a massive chasm tore open beneath their feet. Without hesitation, both moved. Their legs blurred into motion as they flickered away from their original positions before gravity could pull them into the dark abyss below.

The moment they touched the desert surface again, they lunged forward. Kingsley’s fist shot toward Aura Nova’s head with efficient, devastating speed, showing no shred of mercy. However, Aura Nova was prepared. With a sharp smirk, she twisted her body away using graceful, flowing steps. She didn’t just evade; she countered. Her elbows snapped toward Kingsley’s temples with the power of a cannon, the compressed force screaming as it surged ahead.

To Kingsley’s perception, however, her maneuver was little more than child’s play. His palm snapped up to block the strike effortlessly, his expression remaining entirely unchanged. A blast of wind erupted as elbow met palm, causing the desert sand to explode upward like towering walls. It mattered little to the two fighters, for they had already vanished from that spot.

They reappeared atop another sand dune, a single exchange of blows shattering the mound and bringing it to its knees. The second the dune collapsed under the strain, they vanished again, as if the terrain itself had become irrelevant to beings of their caliber.

Aura Nova’s attack blazed down from above like a falling comet, her momentum aimed directly at Kingsley’s head. A wide grin was fixed on her face, her eyes burning with the thrill of the challenge. Kingsley didn't bother to dodge. Standing with calm ease and minimal movement, his arm blurred upward to block the strike with his forearm alone.

With a titanic explosion of force, Aura Nova’s leg collided with Kingsley’s forearm. The momentum of the strike tore into his body, yet he remained standing, absorbing the impact without his expression shifting. His forearm moved slightly as his hand clamped down on Aura Nova’s ankle. Without missing a beat, he spun, gathering momentum in one fluid motion. Like a bullet fired from a rifle, he hurled her forward with terrifying force and zero remorse.

Aura Nova briefly lost control, spinning violently through the air as her vision became a blurred smear. Just as she was about to smash into a massive dune, she twisted midair, regaining her balance with absurd ease. Her movements were smooth and precise, as if she had inherited such techniques directly from Akira herself.

Her feet landed softly against the slope of the dune, her body standing horizontally against the sand, defying gravity through pure control. Her sky-blue eyes locked onto Kingsley, who stood his ground, giving her no room to breathe. His face was as expressionless as ever, looking as though he were merely watching a child challenge him in his own field of expertise.

Aura Nova raised a hand, curling her fingers in a beckoning gesture, silently daring Kingsley to approach. Kingsley said nothing. The instant Aura Nova blinked, he closed the distance as if it had never existed. The only thing she saw was a foot tearing toward her chest with overwhelming velocity.

Aura Nova did not dare hesitate. Using the giant dune as a foothold, her footwork became masterful as she twisted away with catlike agility. The air exploded violently where she had been standing a moment before, the dune trembling as if unable to endure such force for more than a few seconds. The moment she evaded, Kingsley gave chase. Their bodies ran circles around the dune as they traded endless strikes.

With a thunderous boom, the sand dune erupted, sand spraying in all directions as if to swallow them whole. Neither reacted to the grit and storm. They had reached a level of existence where such distractions were meaningless. They tore through the chaos, pouncing on one another like two apex predators who had marked the other as prey.

Their feet sliced through the air like scissors through paper. In the next heartbeat, the air collapsed as their ankles met midair. They remained frozen for a moment, as if assessing one another. Each balanced on a single leg while their other limbs were locked together, suspended high in the air.

Aura Nova folded one arm across her chest, her expression confident and calm. In contrast, Kingsley kept one hand casually tucked in his pocket, his posture relaxed and almost dismissive as they balanced effortlessly on one leg.

The air grew still for a brief second. Then, their legs blurred once more, snapping toward each other like venomous snakes striking. They didn't move their standing feet; instead, they remained stationary on one leg while their other legs exchanged devastating blows in midair, each clash releasing apocalyptic force. The sand beneath them tore backward violently, as if fleeing in terror. At this level, even the atmosphere dared not draw close, fearing erasure from their overwhelming power.

The sounds of battle continued to echo as the fight shifted entirely from fists to legs. One fighter wore an exhilarated grin, while the other remained emotionless as his legs blurred relentlessly. Once again, the desert floor gave out, and another chasm tore open beneath them.

This time, they did not dodge. They surrendered to gravity without resistance, their legs still trading blows in midair as they plummeted into the darkness below.

The moment their feet hit the bottom of the chasm, they were swallowed by darkness. It mattered little. In the next instant, they abandoned the leg exchange and shifted seamlessly back into a full, unrestrained brawl. Deep within the chasm, the sounds of countless attacks ripping through the air echoed endlessly, punctuated by the sharp, resounding clashes of parries and impacts that shook the very darkness itself.