MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 930: Madness

The world erupted in hissing madness as both men drew their katanas simultaneously, their forms blurring into a flicker as they closed the distance between them. With a deafening boom, their blades collided like nuclear warheads striking midair, sending violent shockwaves rippling through the atmosphere. There was no pause; in the blink of an eye, they vanished, leaving only fading afterimages behind as they exchanged a rapid storm of strikes.

Neither man hesitated, steel grinding against steel as blade met blade. Orange sparks exploded with every collision, bursting like miniature suns. Their bodies became interwoven, moving as if they existed solely for the sake of the katana, as though the reality around them had been completely erased from their senses.

The rocky terrain beneath their feet shattered as they moved, massive ravines yawning open due to their impossible speed. Their movements were a blinding, beautiful display, their feet barely grazing the earth as they danced upon the edge of destruction, each step precise enough to ignore the chaos erupting below.

Clang. Clang. Clang. Clang. Clang. Clang.

The ceaseless exchange of blows continued to erupt as they fought like titans capable of shaking the heavens with their steel. In the following instant, they both materialized atop a massive stone pillar standing amidst the battlefield. The moment they appeared, their katanas struck out like vipers—attacks delivered without delay, without mercy, and without hesitation, every strike calculated for the kill.

With a thunderous crash, the pillar disintegrated into falling boulders and debris. Both Anthony and Lucian were already gone, their figures reappearing on the next pillar before the rubble could even hit the ground. That pillar didn't last a second before it too collapsed. Gravity failed to grasp them; to these two, the air was no different from the solid Earth, merely another surface to tread upon.

Their katanas lunged at one another with the grace of twin vipers and endless precision, yet neither could find a weakness in the other's defense. However, they both understood that this was a temporary state. The battle was only in its infancy, and a draw was impossible. One of them would eventually fall, regardless of how perfect the exchange seemed now.

A moment later, their feet finally touched the ground as they descended, but they vanished again the instant they made contact. The sound barrier shattered in their wake as the air screamed in protest. Space itself seemed to tear apart as they cleaved through it like hot knives through butter, leaving distorted ripples in the fabric of reality.

Despite the madness and destruction, their eyes never left one another. It was as if they had both craved this confrontation from the moment they met, only for destiny to deny them the opportunity. Now that fate had finally relented, neither intended to waste the chance. They would embrace and relish this fight until its ultimate conclusion, no matter the cost.

A flash of silver light streaked across the rocky landscape, and with a resounding boom, a sword line stretching for kilometers was carved into the earth. The ground split as if reality itself had been wounded, though the space knitted itself back together a second later as if nothing had happened. Anthony and Lucian ignored it; in this moment, only the other existed in their world.

Their hair whipped in the rhythm of the destruction they caused, moving without any obstruction. Their fundamental katana techniques were flawless, refined to such a degree that they had reached a pinnacle no one in the Acarnis Galaxy had ever dared to imagine, let alone master.

With a sundering clang, their weapons met once more, causing the air to burst backward like an over-inflated balloon slamming into them. The resulting shockwave flattened what remained of the terrain, yet neither man flinched, tanking the impact with their hardened bodies and incredible physiques.

At that instant, both wore wide smiles filled with savage joy, as if truly acknowledging the other's mastery of the katana. There was no mockery in their expressions, only a deep respect forged through skill and violence.

With matching smirks, they vanished again, filling the air with a rapid succession of katana techniques. A thrust was followed by a slash, a cut was chained into a chop, and a cleave was answered by another cleave. For every offensive technique unleashed, a defensive one followed with equal elegance: a block, a parry, or a deflection, each executed with absolute perfection.

They transitioned between offense and defense like masters of both arts, their movements instinctive and seamless. They traded blows as if intoxicated by their shared love for the blade and the clash of steel. The battlefield had become their canvas, their katanas the brushes, and their attacks the paint. They carved their masterpiece directly onto reality, leaving scars that might never fade.

The air screamed for mercy, but they did not care. The rocky terrain was reduced to fragmented ruins, pulverized beyond all recognition. Space trembled under the strain of their power, but none of it mattered. Only the opponent before them held any significance.

They traded strikes like poets exchanging verses, each cut serving as a stanza of brutal intent. Their movements flowed like silver rivers, every parry and strike part of a relentless storm. With every swift thrust, their blades wrote poetry in the air, verses edged with death. They met and parted like waves crashing against a shore, every impact charged with the raw force of nature.

But they could not stop. They did not dare to. The first one to halt would bleed. The first to stop would be maimed. In this contest of madness and love, neither would be the first to yield, yet one of them eventually had to.

With a booming collapse, the ground beneath them gave way, forming a massive sinkhole. Before gravity could affect these two monsters in human skin, they were gone again, moving too fast to even leave afterimages. They had already crossed to the far side of the battlefield, tearing the land apart with nothing more than a flicker of their wrists and shoulders.

A massive mushroom cloud of brown sand and dust rose toward the sky from the armageddon they created, swelling as if to swallow the heavens. In the next moment, a series of silver flashes bloomed around it, and the cloud was sliced to pieces before it could even drift. The dust fell in silence, while at the center of the devastation, Anthony and Lucian continued their dance of blades, unstoppable and unapproachable.