MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 922: World Ender

Kingsley vanished instantly the moment his Aura Nova-created clones were annihilated. One second he was standing amidst the fading mana and shards of light; the next, he reappeared directly beside Aura Nova, his presence both sudden and suffocating. Without a word or a moment's delay, he launched another technique, driving his fist forward.

The atmosphere surrounding his closed fist expanded with a maddening intensity, vibrating as if reality itself was cowering from the impending strike. Pressure mounted upon pressure until the very fabric of space around his arm reached its limit. With a catastrophic boom, Kingsley threw a punch of titanic proportions. Space began to fold, crack, and tear, shattering under the unstoppable momentum of his fist as it ripped through existence.

Aura Nova didn't waste a millisecond. Her mana surged from her core in a radiant, instinctive torrent the moment Kingsley moved, her mastery over her power absolute.

Under her command, the broken space was reshaped by her will, twisting to form a massive, gaping void between herself and Kingsley. This vacuum stretched deep and wide, negating sound, light, and kinetic force as reality bowed to her sovereignty.

With a world-shaking impact, the golden fist of Kingsley slammed into the spatial vacuum. For one fragile heartbeat, the world went still—then it began to quake and spasm with violent intensity before exploding into a chaotic storm of ruin. The separate plane was flooded with hues of black, blue, and gold as raw mana and an unidentified energy clashed with apocalyptic rage.

Both Kingsley and Aura Nova were struck by the resulting shockwave, which carried enough intent to wipe them from existence. However, neither hesitated; both figures vanished, utilizing entirely different techniques to escape certain death.

The entire pocket dimension convulsed. It seemed for an instant that the space would implode under the sheer devastation caused by the two combatants. Yet, the damage mended as quickly as it had occurred. Warped laws were stabilized and fractured space stitched itself back together with terrifying efficiency, as if the dimension had survived such calamities many times before.

Another massive surge of mana erupted from Aura Nova’s core. Her reserves seemed bottomless and her output infinite as she reshaped reality without any regard for conservation. The sky turned a deep, unnatural blue, and the air shrieked under the weight of her authority. Clouds were instantly erased, crushed by the sheer density of her mana.

In the following breath, space itself submitted to her thoughts.

Reality split apart, opening into warped fissures that sharpened into razor-thin spatial blades capable of cutting through anything in existence. These blades multiplied like a spreading virus: one became two, then twenty, then a thousand, then a million, until they reached an endless infinity.

The separate space seemed to scream in a silent plea for mercy. Under her absolute control, the air became suffocating, compressed to the point of collapse. Kingsley remained still, however, steadying himself and tightening his muscles as he prepared for the coming apocalypse. Aura Nova unleashed the strike without mercy, hesitation, or any form of restraint.

Instantaneously, interlinking webs of spatial blades formed a grid around Kingsley. They boxed him in from every direction before collapsing inward with lethal accuracy, designed to shred him into fragments and erase him from being.

Kingsley did not dare to delay.

He triggered his Zero-step Displacement movement technique in a flash, disappearing as if he had never been there. Aura Nova, however, had anticipated this. She continued to channel her mana without pause, expanding and maintaining the formation of her infinite spatial blades.

Kingsley’s form became a flickering streak of golden light, shifting through layers of reality and different positions with incredible fluidity. But the blades followed him. They pursued him relentlessly, adjusting whenever they missed. He dodged, they cut, he vanished. The sky was transformed into a stage of obliterating chaos, a non-stop bombardment that threatened to dismantle the heavens.

Kingsley realized he couldn't play defense forever.

As one who did not use mana, he couldn't tell if Aura Nova’s reserves were simply massive or truly bottomless. He did know, however, that staying passive would eventually lead to his downfall. Even though his body was harder than anything most could imagine and resilient beyond common understanding, he felt the lethal threat of her technique.

He transitioned into a different technique without hesitation. His fists caught fire with a searing golden glow, power coiling beneath his skin. Moving in perfect sync with his Zero-step Displacement, he charged forward. This time, he stopped dodging and met every spatial blade head-on.

Every strike was brutal, precise, and final. Each blade he hit shattered violently, tearing through the space he had just left behind. Kingsley never stayed in one spot. As soon as one blade was destroyed, he moved to the next with fluid, relentless motion. He was the living image of martial perfection—a pure martial artist at the absolute zenith of his power.

Aura Nova drifted in the air, her sky-blue eyes tracking his every move. Her gaze was sharp and calculating, filled with an undeniable curiosity as if she were already drafting her next maneuver.

Reality blinked the moment she gave the command.

Kingsley felt the shift immediately. Space twisted around him, ruining his balance and distorting his senses. He was forcefully teleported before he could react. A spatial distortion took his place, and the moment he reappeared elsewhere, a swarm of spatial blades tore into him with unavoidable, point-blank force.

They descended upon him like predators scenting blood.

Kingsley was pinned. He could do nothing but grit his teeth and endure, activating a defensive technique at the very last second.

The defensive barrier flared around him with golden resilience, but it struggled to hold. Gaps and gashes opened across his body as the unforgiving blades tore through him, leaving trails of blood in the warped air. Then, as suddenly as it began, the assault stopped.

In the next instant, the spatial blades detonated with terrifying power under Aura Nova’s will.

Kingsley’s body was sent hurtling downward, crashing with violent force into a swamp below. His impact created a massive sinkhole in the earth, the momentum of the attack shattering the ground beneath him without mercy.

Aura Nova hovered in the air for a moment, looking down with a calm expression. She then descended from the sky—or what was left of it, considering she had erased it entirely. However, the separate plane was already repairing itself at high speed; reality was knitting back together, and within seconds, a new sky began to take shape above.