MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 946: Upgrade [Bonus - ]

Kingsley acted without delay; the instant Klaus's voice hit his ears, he struck first before Aaaninja had the chance.

A field burst forth from his frame, steadily expanding outwards to stretch across kilometers like a hidden surge that engulfed the entire battlefield.

Earlier, he'd unleashed this on Aura Nova, which blocked every kind of energy completely, clamping down on mana, aura, and even the weakest flow of outside force. He'd learned about Aaaninja’s mastery over Time, turning the man into a hazardous and tricky enemy in combat, a fighter whose presence shattered standard battle sense, and Kingsley had zero plans to let that power get even the tiniest opening to activate.

Aaaninja showed no surprise, as if he'd witnessed this exact instant ahead of time. He just pulled out his sword and stood ready for Kingsley's approach, relaxed and collected, his breaths even, and in a flash, Kingsley closed in on Aaaninja, aiming to wrap up the fight before it dragged on or turned chaotic.

In the past, Aura Nova had slipped free from the Law Defiance Field by just stepping beyond its reach. But after Kingsley’s defeat by Aura Nova, he dove straight into Sleep Training mode, and within that boundless mental forge, he enhanced the Law Defiance Field.

Once, it stayed fixed in place, a chained cage with boundaries he couldn't cross; now it followed him like an extra layer of flesh. He could activate it only once daily before, but he'd crushed that flaw too, smashing past another limit via endless practice and polishing. It lasted just two minutes at most earlier, yet now he could sustain the Law Defiance Field for roughly an hour.

He had only sixty minutes to finish this clash, and nothing would make him pause. This fight boiled down to beating the clock.

He swung a punch at Aaaninja’s flank with meteor-like power, the atmosphere squeezing and roaring around his knuckles, but Aaaninja’s gaze locked on instantly, his blade flashing to meet the blow with perfect timing. In a massive clash, hand slammed into edge, the blast booming like raging thunder that swept over the terrain as a bursting tempest, dislodging rocks and splitting the soil under them.

Aaaninja’s expression stayed serene, Kingsley’s did too, and in a haze, they both disappeared, their forms blurring into lines of movement—one gold, the other pale—smashing and slamming repeatedly like rival stars ripping across the heavens.

Aaaninja differed from Aura Nova, who'd been overpowered by Kingsley up close. Aaaninja held equal or greater fighting know-how than Kingsley, so he countered and paced him with absurd simplicity, keeping stride as if this pace and fury were nothing special, just everyday for him.

Yet Aaaninja grasped a key fact; though he could rival Kingsley, the man's brute bodily power outmatched his, and armed with that insight, he merely deflected Kingsley's assaults aside using precise handling and a touch of stolen force, guiding them away instead of clashing head-on, saving energy while breaking down every hit with exact skill.

It proved a brilliant tactic right then.

His sword whistled at Kingsley's throat, a keen hiss cutting the breeze. Kingsley shifted to parry, but Aaaninja’s weapon twisted course like he'd foreseen the defense in advance. The edge bent oddly, slashing at Kingsley's torso next. Kingsley's other hand surged in a speed haze and stopped Aaaninja’s sword against his hand's back, embers flying from the clash.

Losing no time, his leg ripped from the dirt as it hammered toward Aaaninja’s midsection like a battering ram. Aaaninja responded in a heartbeat; he just lifted his left arm, slapping the strike aside with chilling poise.

In a booming strike, knee smashed into hand, and though Aaaninja halted it, the impact hurled him skyward. His frame hurtled through the wind like a fired shot, but he shrugged it off; he'd suffered zero harm anyway. Kingsley offered no respite; as Aaaninja rocketed upward, he chased right after, his chase fierce and unforgiving.

His heel whipped at Aaaninja’s throat upon catching up, but Aaaninja merely leaped back in the air as if floating on solid earth like Kingsley. The sky and void burst and fractured as Kingsley's kick sliced through the spot Aaaninja’s skull had occupied, the ripple tearing apart the overhead clouds.

Aaaninja struck back at once, his sword plunging from on high like fading flames as he sought to sever Kingsley's limb at the hip, but Kingsley, the true fighter, simply faded away in a speed dash to evade. Still, Aaaninja’s stare followed without effort; he pursued, his form mirroring Kingsley's path, velocity, and angle, his katana streaking ahead once more for a brutal head strike with cold purpose.

This round, Kingsley trapped Aaaninja’s sword in his grip effortlessly, the metal scraping his toughened hide, but Aaaninja ignored it. The second his blade got caught briefly, he pivoted to his limb, his knee rocketing up at Kingsley's belly. But Kingsley anticipated it; his own leg shifted as well to counter Aaaninja’s in the sky.

The atmosphere detonated amid them as their limbs connected in mid-strike. Without pause, Kingsley poured extra power into his hold, his veins bulging like twisted snakes beneath the surface, and with a shattering roar, Aaaninja’s sword exploded into shards of steel that flew like shattered lights. Aaaninja froze briefly, shocked by how simply Kingsley had wrecked his weapon, and seizing that split-second without a word, Kingsley exploited it with brutal precision.

His fist rocketed at Aaaninja’s torso as he drove for the core. But Aaaninja stayed alert; he twisted and evaded despite that tiny lag and shock, his shift flawless and smooth, resembling a stream gliding around rock.

He didn't merely evade; he lashed out, his fist howling at Kingsley's face, but hand-to-hand was Kingsley's realm, not Aaaninja’s. He sidestepped as if it were child's play. While evading, his fingers seized Aaaninja’s arm from the flank, yanking him closer, his knee surging again at Aaaninja’s side with devastating might.

But Aaaninja’s hand lifted anew to deflect, the power surging wildly up his limbs, yet he brushed it aside. He grabbed Kingsley's leg, then twisted to hoist and smash him down. But Kingsley blocked that; as Aaaninja lifted him from the soil, his spare knee blasted out harder like a gun at Aaaninja’s face.

Aaaninja reacted swiftly; he released Kingsley's leg right away, blurring into motion to dodge with dazzling quickness and shift, pulling back just far enough to regain space as the disrupted air quivered from their furious bout.