MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 931: All Shall Hail The Katana

As they moved, pressure spiked and the temperature soared, the air thick with showers of sparks from their relentless collisions. The atmosphere grew heavy, far too dense for human lungs to draw breath, yet such trivialities meant nothing to them. Neither Anthony nor Lucian cared. Their bodies had been refined and shaped to such an extreme that surviving for days without oxygen was effortless. Heat and pressure were irrelevant now. Only the present second mattered. Only this insanity. Only this apocalypse. Only the spar and the clash between them held any meaning; the mere existence of the opponent defined their reality.

Reality was stripped away until only the battle remained, the world turning into a blurred smear of erased colors in their vision. Their duel unfolded like a rapid storm, where every parry and counter-strike roared in a defiant challenge to the other’s prowess. Their blades hissed through the void, each strike carrying a whisper of death and a promise of total annihilation. Moving in flawless synchronization, their swords were drawn together like magnets by the merciless, raw power of combat.

In a violent dance of sparks, steel collided with steel, every glancing blow further saturating the battlefield with crackling energy. A brutal elegance defined their duel, as if each crossing of blades were a stroke painted upon a hidden canvas of ruin and war. They fought like ghosts, their movements ethereal yet lethal, blades cutting through the air as if they were shredding the very fabric of existence. Every clash rang out like a funeral bell, signaling more than just a fight—it was the reckoning of two indomitable spirits in a head-on collision.

It was as if time itself had frozen while they fought, every heartbeat stretched to its limit and every strike suspended in eternity. Carving blazing trails of light through the screaming wind, their swords told a tale of willpower, mastery, and unbridled rage. The tension between them was thick enough to touch, their blades acting like tongues of fire that devoured mercy, doubt, and hesitation alike. Their motions flowed as if dictated by destiny, each clash echoing a rivalry far older than recorded history.

They kept moving despite the chaos. Whenever the pressure of the battlefield seemed to reach its breaking point, they shattered that limit entirely. They recognized no boundaries, no confinement, and no concept of halting. There was only the purity of movement, a relentless forward momentum driven by instinct and polished by a thousand battles.

Suddenly, the rocky terrain beneath them shook violently, unable to withstand the intensity of their cataclysmic exchange. Although the land tried to heal and repair itself in real-time, it was impossible to keep up with the destruction they birthed. Their madness had far surpassed the mechanisms that had sustained the battlefield until this moment. Then, in an instant of total, unrestrained annihilation, the entire rocky plane burst apart.

Massive stone pillars crumbled and collapsed as explosions tore through the fragile air, triggered by nothing more than the force vibrating through their blades. Mountains were ground into dust, zones fractured, and the core of the plane screamed as it was ripped to pieces. Two monsters in human skin had reduced the entire battlefield to nothingness.

A seismic tremor ripped through the earth, extending for endless kilometers. Even distant zones, previously thought to be safe, were wiped out in heartbeats. Shockwaves sliced through space, warping and bending the remnants of the plane as if reality were nothing more than soft clay beneath their feet.

Distance was a meaningless concept to them. One kilometer? Ten? Twenty? It didn't matter. They were masters of the sword. Their katanas ignored all limitations, including the very idea of distance. With every exchange, the separate plane began to collapse from the outside in, failing to contain the sheer magnitude of their presence.

The destruction that Kingsley and Aura Nova had previously managed through complex skills and layered abilities was matched—and then surpassed—by Anthony and Lucian using only pure physical insanity and ultimate swordsmanship.

There was no Sword Intent. No mana. No augmentation or refined technique. There was only terrifying speed, raw physical power, and the basic motions of the thrust and the slash. Yet, time and again, they wiped entire separate planes from existence, erasing them as if they had never been.

As the plane was completely erased by two katanas, explosions continued to detonated. Space itself screamed and folded as the final pieces of the battlefield were devoured. In a blur that defied perception, Anthony and Lucian suddenly appeared upon a planet floating in the void.

The planet groaned in protest the moment their feet made contact. The crust fractured immediately, the atmosphere ignited from the sudden kinetic release, and oceans rose in massive walls of water. Their eyes locked—sky-blue meeting black. No words were spoken. No signal was given. No communication was necessary.

In the following heartbeat, they moved.

Their collision tore the planet in half. Shockwaves surged through the mantle, the core destabilized in a fraction of a second, and magma erupted in fires that spanned continents. Tectonic plates were ripped free and landmasses were hurled into orbit like trash as the sky shattered into flames. Before a single thought could form, billions of lives were snuffed out; cities turned to dust and civilizations became echoes that no one would ever remember. The planet screamed in its death throes, collapsing inward and outward at once until only drifting fragments remained in space.

Anthony and Lucian didn't bother to look back. They were well-acquainted with the felling of planets. To the sword, life held no value regardless of its form.

They appeared atop a sun in a blinding flash.

Beneath them, the star roared, its surface churning in a state of nuclear fury. Their very presence distorted its balance, causing solar flares to erupt wildly. Like spiders weaving threads of ruin, their weapons cut through the air, slicing through light and plasma alike. Their speed never dipped below its current threshold; it remained constant and continued to climb.

Then, Anthony’s katana flashed downward, cutting through layers of stellar pressure. Simultaneously, Lucian’s blade surged upward, piercing the sun’s very heart. At that titanic moment of impact, the sun tore itself apart. It imploded with violence, the core collapsing before erupting in a catastrophic explosion of energy. Searing waves of radiation and heat surged across the vacuum, scouring star systems clean, bending light, and vaporizing any nearby celestial bodies.

But the two were already gone.

They manifested within the vast splendor of a nebula, where radiant gas and cosmic dust stretched toward infinity. For a brief moment, the nebula flared brighter, as if acknowledging their arrival.

Then they moved again.

The nebula collapsed the instant they flashed through it. Gravitational forces were twisted beyond repair, the delicate equilibrium shattered. It folded in on itself, compressing into a singular, blinding surge before exploding with enough force to erase a galaxy. Space was shredded by cascading waves of destruction as stars were born and destroyed in the same breath.

Nothing existed that their katanas could not cleave. To stand in their way was to be diced and sliced without pity. To obstruct them was to be erased.

They became two streaks of light tearing through the galaxy, leaving paths of devastation in their wake without a hint of regret. Entire systems disappeared behind them, turned into fading radiation and debris. The galaxy itself seemed to groan under the weight of their path, acknowledging the inevitability of their destruction.

Anthony and Lucian could not have cared less.

They were madmen of the katana, savages of the sword. They were slaves to the path of the sword and servants to the blade.

The sword was all they knew. The sword was unstoppable.

The sword was justice. The sword was law. The sword was the sword. And the sword was the katana.

And all shall hail the katana.