MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 923: End Of All

Aura Nova descended with a calm and deliberate grace, her feet meeting the soil as she maintained a composed but searching expression. She contemplated whether her relentless offensive had finally reached Kingsley. She had unleashed a deluge of reality-warping techniques upon him—devastating assaults designed to annihilate any living thing. Many had struck him cleanly, shredding his flesh and pulverizing his bones. Yet, Kingsley’s physical form regenerated those catastrophic wounds as if they were merely superficial grazes.

She had not escaped the exchange unharmed herself. Beneath her surface, injuries to her very essence had begun to accumulate. These subtle yet perilous wounds forced her to utilize her Omniedit for repairs. Although the power was effective, it placed a constant strain on her mana reserves, pulling her ever closer to total depletion with every use.

Kingsley, however, was a different breed of monster; he required no mana. His body mended itself instinctively and automatically, restoring both his flesh and his essence as a natural biological function rather than a triggered technique. Aura Nova couldn't help but question if his regeneration possessed a breaking point, or if her endless barrage had finally pushed him toward that threshold.

The swirling clouds of dust and wreckage settled with agonizing slowness. As the chaos finally subsided, the massive sinkhole created by Kingsley’s impact was revealed, and there he stood at the epicenter.

The state of Kingsley’s body was absurdly battered.

Blood flowed unchecked from a multitude of gashes. He was missing limbs. Half of his head had been sheared away from the side of his skull, exposing jagged bone and mangled tissue. His internal organs were nothing more than shredded, unrecognizable ruins. By every law of nature and measure of existence, he should have been a corpse.

Despite this, the man remained upright.

His eyes flickered with the unquenchable intensity of a soul that refused to know defeat—the stare of an undefeatable being who simply did not recognize the possibility of falling.

Even as he balanced on his one remaining leg, his regenerative powers were already active. Bones knit themselves back together with audible cracks. Flesh flowed like liquid to reattach itself. Veins snapped into position, seamlessly restoring his circulation. Piece by piece, his body reconstructed itself in defiance of all reason.

Aura Nova did not merely stand by as a spectator. If her mana ran dry before Kingsley’s stamina was exhausted, she would be the one facing total annihilation.

Her mana surged outward once more with the force of thunder, sending ripples through the air as the winds lashed out violently. The sky, which had only recently been mended by the separate plane, began to tremble again as if its destruction was being renewed. High above, the fabric of space cracked and shattered. From that rupture, a titanic bolt of raw, primal lightning tore downward like a celestial calamity, its very presence screaming of the end.

Kingsley’s head snapped up, his golden eyes tracking the descending strike. Observing the approaching doom, he let out a soft sigh. He raised his right hand—now entirely restored—and calmly clenched his fist as he spoke.

Aura Nova felt the cold grip of death tighten around her entire being. It wasn't just fear; it was a profound, suffocating certainty of extinction. Her very existence seemed to recoil. Never in her life had she felt such a sensation, not even during the heat of this spar. Driven by pure reflex and instinct, her body vanished into thin air.

The moment she blinked away, Kingsley’s voice resonated through the area.

His fist shot upward with a terrifying, effortless precision. The instant he pulled his hand back, Aura Nova’s lightning shattered into fragments. The bolts exploded into writhing flickers before being erased from existence entirely, leaving not a single trace behind.

’What was that?’ Aura Nova thought, her mind spinning. She had never encountered anything like it—not from a technique, not from mana, and not from any power she knew. All that destructive force had been wiped away by a single punch.

’His healing is finally slowing down,’ she noted suddenly. Kingsley’s rate of regeneration had dipped visibly. While it remained absurdly fast and beyond human comprehension, it was no longer instantaneous. His efficiency was still frightening, but it was no longer absolute.

Her mana flooded outward in shimmering waves, and reality bent to her will. Instantly, the temperature plummeted at a ridiculous rate. Everything within the separate plane was frozen solid. The plane itself began to crystallize under the sudden, extreme cold, and even those watching the spar were nearly caught in the frost as Aura Nova stopped holding back.

Kingsley felt the chill strike him like a physical predator. Ice wrapped around his body, biting into him and invading his form. He couldn't recall the last time he had actually felt cold—perhaps it was before the Universal Blessing, before his assassination, or before his rebirth. Usually, his physical vessel was far too resilient for temperature to affect him.

Yet, Aura Nova’s ice was freezing through his veins, his organs, and his very foundation.

With a mere thought, Kingsley triggered the Concept Of Destruction. The Concept surged through him with violence, shattering the ice from the inside out and erasing it completely. He lifted a foot and slammed it into the ground. A shockwave of power erupted as the Concept Of Destruction tore through the surroundings, annihilating every shard of ice and trace of cold for several kilometers.

Recognizing the futility of the move, Aura Nova immediately canceled the technique.

For a brief moment, they both hovered a meter above the ground, staring at each other in total silence. No words were required. Both understood that their battle had reached its ultimate climax.

"Forgive me, Aura Nova," Kingsley said in a level voice.

Aura Nova offered no reply. Instead, her vigilance reached a new peak, every sense sharpened and focused on whatever Kingsley was about to release.

Kingsley shifted into a martial stance. He lowered his center of gravity into a squat, his legs spread and his hands perfectly balanced at his sides. The Concept Of Destruction pulsed through him in maddening waves of raw power. His golden eyes remained locked onto Aura Nova’s beautiful form, resolute and unyielding.

Then, his lips moved.

His fist ascended toward the heavens before he slammed the side of it against the very air itself.

Nothing happened.

Initially, the separate plane stayed silent. It was frozen, calm, and peaceful.

Aura Nova frowned. Given the way Kingsley had moved and the overwhelming sensation of death clawing at her soul, she knew something should have occurred. Something catastrophic. Yet, there was nothing.

Before she could react or speak, it began.

From no specific point, a golden light erupted with a ravaging, absolute menace. It did not travel or accelerate. It did not move across a distance.

It simply existed.

The light enveloped everything in existence and then erased it. Order, reality, laws, and existence itself were wiped away without exception.

The separate plane, which had survived countless disasters, finally buckled under the weight of a Concept. Its outer defenses shattered as Kingsley’s lone attack erased it with absolute power. It did not stop there. As the plane collapsed, the golden light expanded without end, swallowing suns, moons, stars, and entire solar systems without discrimination.

When the golden radiance finally faded, and Kingsley’s Concept Of Destruction erased even itself, nothing was left behind.

No stars remained. No moons or constellations. Only a void of absence.

Space was gone. Time had been deleted. Even the vacuum itself had been eradicated.

With one single attack, Kingsley had achieved what most could only dream of.