MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 941: Impose The Impossible

Lucian's form materialized at the spot he'd fixed in place, entirely unharmed, his skin flawless and his garments spotless, as if no harm had ever come near him. In a mere instant, one power had reshaped his whole self—body, spirit, and very being. The rules of the world yielded to his command, mending him completely, erasing the brutal assault he'd just suffered like it had never happened.

Yet even before he could take one breath, Anthony closed in on him. Anthony's kick sliced the air like a bolt from a heavenly archer's bow, squeezing the surrounding space as it plunged down at Lucian with ruthless velocity.

Lucian tried to defend himself, throwing up his arms on reflex, but it proved completely useless. Anthony's foot crashed into his chin with the power of a bursting war drum. The collision boomed fiercely while Lucian's frame was flung aside, twirling in the sky like a damaged kite severed from its line. Bones snapped, a jolt surged through his head, and his sight grew hazy as he sailed away.

While his body hurtled onward, Lucian triggered his power. He rejected it completely, absolutely refused to stay the victim in this fight.

Mana burst wildly from within him as he soared through the air, his determination honing to a fierce, unyielding edge. Abruptly, without any prelude or fanfare, the ground where Anthony stood simply ceased to be. Not ruined or shattered—wiped out. The spot, the substance, the very idea of it all disappeared without pity. No mana surge, no blast, no twist in the atmosphere or glow. Just... absence. Complete obliteration.

Lucian's frame collided with the soil once more in a devastating crash, carving into the dirt as his speed fought to fade. His form howled in agony while it scraped over the landscape, halting at last in a savage stop. His gaze jerked up right away, fixing on the area Anthony had filled just before.

He had to confirm. Did the strike connect?

Yes, the fabric of that space had been utterly removed. Being itself had been sliced away, creating a emptiness so profound it felt unnatural to look at. Nothing lingered—no particles, no atmosphere, no illumination. Pure void.

Footsteps resounded then.

Out of that emptiness, Anthony advanced.

His sole touched the void, but it met resistance as if firm earth lay below. One stride after another, he stepped out of the nonexistence, moving with serene poise, like the void was his own invention, fully under his control.

Lucian's thoughts stuttered. He'd erased Anthony. No, he'd wiped the area around Anthony and Anthony too. The power had executed perfectly on the surroundings, but it hadn't affected Anthony at all.

Lucian had no idea how to respond.

In an eye's flicker, Anthony loomed right in front of him, inches apart, his aura pressing with subtle command.

"Let’s end this, shall we?" Anthony spoke evenly. "I believe I’ve given you enough chance and time." This marked the first direct words from Anthony since the clash started.

"Enough chance and time..." Lucian echoed the phrase in his mind. They rang with arrogance in every way, lines dripping with overconfidence. But no such trace existed. Anthony's voice carried no taunt, no boast. Just absolute assurance.

Anthony wasted no time.

A blow whipped in from the flank. Lucian sensed a meteor striking his side as Anthony's knuckles hit home. His frame buckled at once, innards raging from the hit. Still, he pushed back, sending his fist flying at Anthony's features.

Anthony merely shifted aside with fluid elegance. He seized Lucian's limb, fingers clamping the wrist while the other secured the joint, then flipped him over his back. Lucian's surroundings flipped upside down before Anthony hoisted and smashed him down onto the soil with immense power.

The collision shook the earth.

The surface burst under Lucian's rear, a chasm splitting wide as web-like fissures spread everywhere. Agony exploded along his backbone, searing and total. Before a single breath escaped, Anthony lifted his heel and drove it toward Lucian's skull, aiming to pulverize it flat.

Lucian dodged at the last second.

He twisted frantically aside, barely avoiding the end, and surged upright in one fluid move. His stare darted to Anthony; it was too slow.

Anthony had already arrived.

His front kick hammered Lucian's torso with a thunderous thud. Lucian coughed up crimson as he rocketed rearward, his vitals crumpling from the assault. Skeleton fractured. Tissue tore. But his healing kicked in at once, piecing him back as he soared.

Spinning in flight, Lucian struck the ground roughly, his soles digging long furrows in the dirt while he slid back. Without pause, he surged ahead once more, propelling toward Anthony like a human projectile.

His limb swung up at Anthony's head in a savage curve.

Anthony retreated one pace. The strike whiffed as if it had never neared. Anthony lowered his stance and hooked Lucian's supports from below with a sweeping strike. Lucian toppled right away, his form plummeting down,

Before touching dirt, Anthony's punch shot out like artillery. It ripped into Lucian's back. Vertebrae crumbled easily, breaking like thin crystal on rock. Lucian's body surrendered to motion again, bouncing wildly off foliage, shattering stems and grinding boulders until it settled miles distant.

Before Lucian could stir from the gully cradling him, Anthony appeared anew. His blows poured down in quick, accurate ferocity. His motions were perfect, his hits streaking high and low with the cold precision of an expert fighter.

Chest. Lungs. Kidney. Stomach. Ribs. Jaw.

Anthony's hands turned into a relentless barrage of ruin. He showed no break. He displayed no doubt. Lucian could only sprawl there, pummeled and shattered, while his frame took the torrent of strikes. Agony swamped his awareness, drowning his thoughts in brutal details.

Anthony didn't bother verifying if Lucian breathed.

He was certain. The pulse still thrummed in his ears.

As the hits kept coming, Lucian's mending power labored hard, fixing wound after wound while pushed to its limits. For a brief instant, Lucian seized a moment to inhale.

He blinked out of sight in a flash, but the instant he rematerialized, Anthony waited. His knee drove into Lucian's chin with crushing might.

Lucian slammed into the soil again, his body burying deep. Anthony touched down softly nearby, approaching with steady, controlled strides.

Lucian remained prone, unsure of his next move. His brain whirled over strikes and powers, flipping through every tactic he possessed in frantic search. But he realized, at his core, that nothing would succeed. Nothing could surpass Anthony.

After what felt like ages, his mouth opened.

He committed it all.

Unable to overpower Anthony directly, he sought to alter the result outright. He thrust the notion of his triumph into the world, twisting the fabric of things through raw determination. The cosmos quivered in chaos, flickering and bending as it yielded to him. His mana flared fiercely while he drained every bit into this desperate push.

Anthony stayed unmoved. He just observed quietly as Lucian strained to force the unattainable.

Time dragged on. Lucian's mana depleted fully.

The world held firm. It refused to yield. It ignored his command.

Lucian went quiet. His gaze rose to clash with Anthony's clear blue eyes for the last time.

"It’s my loss," he murmured softly.

And so, Lucian Darkheart's defeat was sealed.

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