MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 937: Overpowered Abilities

Lucian let out a measured, tranquil breath, his composure remaining unshaken despite the surrounding turmoil. As his muscles coiled with explosive tension, he dipped his knees, compressing raw power within his physical frame. Alongside this force, his Sword Intent began to spiral violently, wrapping around his body like a sentient gale waiting for the signal to strike. Suddenly, the air crackled sharply as Lucian invoked the lightning element.

Bolts of electricity surged through his veins and into his blade instantly, saturating both flesh and steel. His entire form began to glow with a faint radiance as arcs of lightning danced across his skin and his katana. He didn't stop there, however. Simultaneously, he manipulated the gravity element, subtly lightening the pull around his person. His weight vanished, priming his movements for a level of speed that defied the natural order.

Amidst a deafening thunderclap, Lucian vanished from his position. Enveloped in a tempest of lightning and warped space, he materialized in front of Anthony with blinding velocity. The very moment he appeared, he unsheathed his katana in one seamless motion; the steel hissed as it sliced through the atmosphere. It was a clean, lethal strike, aimed directly at Anthony’s throat with zero hesitation and no hint of mercy.

For a heartbeat, Anthony remained motionless.

It appeared as though Lucian’s sheer speed had finally outpaced his opponent's reactions.

However, in the following instant, Anthony’s hand manifested directly in the sword’s trajectory, shattering that illusion. A gargantuan boom echoed as blade met flesh, and a shockwave of steel and fury erupted outward, sending concussive ripples through the local space.

Lucian acted again without a second's pause, immediately increasing the gravitational pressure on Anthony. He operated under the assumption that his foe had walked away from the previous clash unscathed—and he was right. Anthony remained entirely unbothered.

Lucian lunged forward, executing a Sword Technique from his early days; though he rarely relied on it now, its lethality was undiminished. His blade became a blur, and Sword Intent exploded in a savage arc designed to sever the spatial connection between Anthony’s head and shoulders. Space itself began to warp and shriek as the lethal cut manifested.

Yet, before the space could be fully rent asunder, Anthony simply raised a finger. With a terrifying lack of effort, he swiped his finger across the air, nullifying Lucian’s technique completely. The spatial distortion vanished instantly, erased as if it had never been more than a dream.

In the next breath, Anthony’s figure flickered.

He suddenly loomed above Lucian. Lucian’s head snapped up as his instincts screamed a warning that Anthony had moved. The moment his eyes adjusted, he saw nothing but a heel descending with world-crushing force. His reflexes took over, and he raised his katana to intercept the blow.

The foot collided with the blade.

A massive rupture of annihilating energy surged outward. The ceiling beneath them groaned under the impossible pressure before disintegrating. Both men plummeted from the top of the skyscraper, tearing through floor after floor as concrete walls burst apart like fragile paper.

They crashed into the building's interior with a thunderous roar, carving a path of destruction until they hit a middle floor. Lucian wasted no time. As Anthony leaped backward to create some breathing room, Lucian swung his katana in immediate pursuit.

His hand became a blur as he unleashed a storm of sword lines composed of hyper-condensed Sword Intent. These streaks of light tore through the air, erasing everything they touched. Anthony remained silent. His hand moved toward his own katana for a split second, drawing it just a fraction before clicking it back into the scabbard, as if he had reconsidered the effort.

But the moment the katana hit the sheath with a sharp clack, every one of Lucian’s sword lines collapsed at once. Another explosion rocked the structure as the Sword Intent dispersed violently.

Finally, the entire building gave way.

Unable to maintain its integrity, the structure began to collapse. Without missing a beat, both combatants leaped through the shattered glass walls into the open sky. While suspended in midair, Lucian didn't hesitate. He gestured toward a neighboring skyscraper, and with frightening ease, the massive tower was ripped from its foundation. He launched the building at Anthony as if it were a mere stone.

Anthony said nothing. His katana flashed once—a clean, effortless stroke. Instantly, the skyscraper was reduced to debris, its steel and concrete crumbling into fragments that rained down from the heavens.

From within the swirling cloud of dust and falling stone, Lucian blinked into existence. His katana lunged toward Anthony’s waist in a lethal, precise arc. Yet again, Anthony had anticipated the move from the start. He casually raised his hand, slapping the blade aside with the back of his palm as if he were a master correcting a novice's posture.

Lucian prepared to follow up with another blow, but then he felt it. A fist crashed into his midsection with the impact of a collapsing star.

His internal organs screamed in pain as every bit of air was forced from his lungs. In the next moment, he was sent hurtling backward, smashing through dozens of buildings before finally coming to a stop inside one of them with a devastating impact.

Anthony vanished and reappeared in the same spot as Lucian.

They now stood inside a vast theater.

The moment Anthony arrived, thousands of theater seats were torn from the floor, flying toward him like projectiles. His gaze shifted toward them. He blinked once, and the seats disintegrated into splinters of wood and twisted metal.

Before Anthony could strike again, Lucian made his move.

His voice cut through the chaos.

As the name of the technique was spoken, reality itself seemed to be muffled. Black sword lines erupted all over Anthony’s body, slicing from his crown down to his feet. Another line crossed him diagonally, followed by another, and another. Soon, billions of invisible black sword lines occupied the space where Anthony stood. The theater was erased in an instant. Kilometers of land were wiped from the map by this single, overwhelming strike.

Lucian hovered over the void he had created. The Nothingness Katana Technique represented the absolute peak of his martial arts—a skill designed to annihilate anything without exception.

But through the settling dust, Anthony remained.

He stood there calmly, his breathing steady as if he were out for a stroll. There were no visible barriers or defensive techniques to explain how he had survived. His very posture suggested that he had taken the hit directly, using no defense at all.

Lucian’s eyes narrowed as he looked at Anthony, who didn't have a single scratch or a ruffled hair. He felt a mix of shock and grim acceptance; shocked that Anthony was unharmed, but calm because he knew who Anthony was. He shouldn't have expected anything less.

With a soft sigh, Lucian reached a conclusion.

He would never surpass Anthony in a contest of the katana. With that realization, he sheathed his sword. His dark eyes shifted as his focus transformed. It was time to move past simple swordsmanship and delve into something far more lethal: their overpowered abilities.

Who held the most broken power?

Only the coming moments would reveal the answer.

As that thought took hold, mana began to boil into a raging torrent. The entire pocket dimension started to shudder and quake as a new form of ruin prepared to manifest.