MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 938: Forbidden Magic

The air rumbled and churned with Mana, transforming into a new breed of thunder—a sentient force that refused to be silent. The atmosphere shrieked in a fit of madness, growing suffocatingly heavy as it thickened in real time, grinding down upon everything below.

Even though neither Lucian nor Anthony had tapped into their inner Dantian or Mana cores yet, the separate plane reacted with extreme violence. Reality itself seemed to recognize the impending disaster, responding instinctively to the sheer collision of their killing intents.

Hovering high in the sky, Lucian looked down at Anthony with a wide, predatory grin, his eyes flickering with a mixture of hunger and thrill. On the ground, Anthony stood his ground, meeting Lucian’s gaze with an identical smile—calm, sharp, and dangerously confident. In that frozen moment, both warriors viewed the other as their prey, each fully convinced they were the apex predator at the summit of the food chain.

Lucian remained entirely unbothered by the fact that Anthony had shrugged off his previous strikes with effortless ease. If anything, that lack of impact served only to fuel his excitement. A surge of exhilaration washed over him, and his smile grew even wider; the prospect of a duel that surpassed all his prior experiences sent a literal shiver through his core.

Suddenly, the air surrounding Lucian snapped back violently, compressing for a heartbeat before detonating outward in a thunderous boom. Mana surged from his core like a devastating tidal wave, resembling a tsunami rising from the dark depths of a limitless ocean. The earth beneath them shattered, with gargantuan cracks spiderwebbing across the terrain. Distant skyscrapers trembled uncontrollably, some disintegrating into dust as if they were made of nothing but sand. As the asphalt shook in a frenzy of destruction, Lucian’s voice cut through the chaos, sounding both tranquil and absolute.

Space fractured around him with a force that numbed the mind. The very heavens quaked as if struck by the wrath of a god. Above, the sky split wide, and a pillar of incandescent, blinding golden energy plummeted from the roaring firmament. It was a strike of pure lunacy, a divine judgment that offered no room for mercy.

The sprawling city, reaching endlessly toward the horizon, was instantly washed out by the overwhelming radiance of the magic. Light became the sole ruler of the world, erasing every shadow, shape, and depth.

Anthony’s smile shifted into a knowing smirk. Having already bested Lucian in a contest of pure swordsmanship, he was more than ready to prove his superiority in raw Mana and magic. With a simple thought, his own Mana resonated outward, erupting like a savage thunderstorm unleashed upon the earth.

The moment Anthony spoke those words, his Mana obeyed with terrifying precision. A deafening silence followed as everything within the vast battlefield turned completely still. Sound died. Motion ceased. It felt as though an invisible hand had snatched time itself and crushed it. An instant later, Lucian’s spell began to fall apart. The blinding golden pillar cracked and shattered before vanishing into nothingness, taking the overwhelming light with it as if the city had never been illuminated at all.

Anthony had simply deleted Lucian’s forbidden spell by manifesting a forbidden spell of his own.

Anthony’s voice boomed from above as he materialized high over Lucian’s head. His Mana roared out once more, vibrating in massive ripples that shook the foundations of reality. Space began to rot and decay in the following heartbeat. The fabric of the world warped and tore, allowing the void to spill into existence. From that darkness, a colossal maw formed—a gullet large enough to swallow a solar system without effort.

As the maw opened wide, a violent gravitational surge pulled upward. The city was uprooted from the earth, with buildings flying toward the black abyss like scrap metal in a cosmic gale. Even Lucian’s eyes narrowed as the gravity took hold of him, his body straining against the irresistible force.

Utilizing his newly mastered time affinity, Lucian attempted to anchor himself to a fixed point in space-time. However, even then, the dimensions trembled, and particles of time slipped through his grasp like grains of sand. With a booming explosion, his defensive spell failed, and gravity dragged him toward the gaping void. Lucian knew instinctively that entering that maw meant absolute death.

His core vibrated violently as another cataclysmic wave of Mana burst forth, cleaving the heavens in two. A tyrannical, absolute radiance erupted from his form, shining with the concentrated light of an entire galaxy. Under the unbearable heat of that brilliance, the separate plane seemed to melt, reality itself groaning under the pressure.

The crushing gravitational pull snapped instantly, and the massive maw followed suit. It was erased in real time, crumbling without any resistance as the forbidden magic was neutralized.

The ravaged separate plane immediately began to self-repair. Buildings manifested out of thin air, vehicles reappeared, and roads snapped back into place as reality tried to stitch itself back together. But before the healing could finish, another shockwave of Mana tore through the restored environment, shredding it once more and forcing the plane to restart its reconstruction from scratch.

Lucian’s voice rang out as he pivoted into a relentless counterattack. Space twisted and inverted around him, forming living vortexes. Their numbers multiplied at an insane rate—tens, hundreds, thousands, and then millions. From every swirling hole, a beam of pure, incinerating destruction shot toward Anthony, each one capable of vaporizing anything in its path.

In a mere fraction of a second, millions of strikes converged on Anthony. He did not flinch. Instead, he blurred from his spot, weaving through the sky with effortless grace. The beams followed him doggedly, some crashing into one another and exploding in his wake, yet the swarm never thinned. They hunted him like relentless homing missiles.

Their velocity spiked suddenly, erasing the distance in an instant. They engulfed Anthony in a blinding surge of heat and storm, charring the very sky. The temperature reached such a peak that a planet would have turned to liquid under the strain.

Lucian floated in the air, his senses expanded to their limit. He knew better than to think a single spell could finish Anthony. A moment later, his eyes snapped upward.

Anthony was hovering there, his hair and clothes whipping about in the fading heat of the blast.

His voice shook the heavens like the command of a deity. Mana tore through the atmosphere like a midnight storm, boiling with the intensity of an active volcano. Despite casting such world-ending spells, his Mana reserves remained untouched—fathomless, terrifying, and absolute.