MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 947: Decapitation [Bonus - ]

The atmosphere buckled when Kingsley's knee encountered nothing but air, the power exploding outward into the void with savage intensity, and as soon as his boots struck the soil once more, he vanished in a streak, the terrain cracking apart under the strain of his sudden burst. Thirty minutes had already slipped away in his one-hour constraint, but he remained puzzled by how Aaaninja countered every single assault with eerie smoothness.

Kingsley prided himself as the supreme master of close-range fights, the unchallenged king of unarmed clashes, yet Aaaninja shouldn't have been holding his own, but he was, mirroring every move as if Kingsley's actions were foreseen and practiced in advance.

'If only I could unleash my Concept Of Destruction, this fight would be finished,' he mused inwardly with quiet frustration and mounting irritation. Inside the Law Defiance Field, deploying his Concept Of Destruction was forbidden, allowing just unadulterated hand-to-hand warfare, reducing him to sheer bodily prowess, skill, and gut feeling, making the duel raw and savage.

His velocity surged anew as he closed in on Aaaninja faster than an eye could follow, his form warping the surrounding air like the world couldn't keep pace. An elbow smashed sideways at Aaaninja's temple with devastating might, but Aaaninja shifted back steadily and composed, and just as Kingsley prepared his next strike, a gleaming silver gleam blinded him, accompanied by the sharp whisper of steel slicing through meat.

Crimson droplets sprayed skyward in a vivid curve, and with a solid thump, Kingsley's detached limb hit the dirt, its digits spasming as it tumbled over the fractured ground.

Aaaninja pressed on without a second's delay, without doubt, without so much as a flinch; he flowed seamlessly into the next action, his sword whistling toward Kingsley's throat with deadly purpose. Kingsley flickered out of sight again, creating space from Aaaninja, his lingering shadow dissolving like mist.

Aaaninja held his ground instead of pursuing, no reason to rush since the Law Defiance Field's timer worked in his favor the longer it lingered, so he waited quietly while his weapon dripped with Kingsley's essence.

Kingsley remained quiet as his limb reformed in an instant, skin mending, bones fusing, fibers linking back as if the clock had turned backward. He grasped the reason for his wound; he'd figured that after breaking Aaaninja's blade, Aaaninja would revert to bare-handed combat like earlier.

He never anticipated Aaaninja drawing a fresh sword from his space ring, and that oversight had almost ended him—a minor slip that nearly proved fatal. Aaaninja was aware of this tactic, which is why he delayed revealing a spare weapon, drawing Kingsley into overconfidence. Yet he'd aimed to sever Kingsley's head for good, to conclude it all with one fatal slash, but the scheme fell short.

He yearned to wrap up this skirmish and rush to his showdown with Anthony right away, treating Kingsley as mere clutter blocking his main goal.

Kingsley paused briefly in stillness, then lunged once more, one wound wouldn't instantly breed fear or excessive wariness in him, it was just an error, nothing else, and errors demanded fixing through bold moves, not timid pauses.

As he bridged the gap anew, Aaaninja's sword gleamed in a metallic sweep before Kingsley could launch a hit, compelling him to respond on pure reflex. Evasion was his only option, but the instant he twisted away, Aaaninja's edge pursued relentlessly, altering its course as if the very fabric of space twisted to follow. Without pause, Kingsley lifted his arm to parry the incoming steel, igniting a shower of sparks on impact.

He launched off the ground, his leg thundering at Aaaninja's jaw like a fired projectile, but Aaaninja lifted a palm, seizing the limb with chilling accuracy, his other hand streaking to cleave it apart, though Kingsley countered with a smashing punch from his open hand, obliging Aaaninja to drop the offense and switch to guarding in seamless timing.

A thunderous clash rang out as knuckles collided with metal in colossal power, sending both warriors sliding back briefly, their steps gouging furrows into the soil underneath. Yet the second they halted, they exploded ahead in a whirlwind of speed and grace, as if the short break had been erased.

Their forms turned into blurs of activity as Kingsley hammered blow after blow with wild fury and frenzy, each strike strong enough to demolish buildings and crumble rock. Aaaninja, however, redirected them all aside with serene poise and a blank face. No matter Kingsley's quickness, Aaaninja matched it effortlessly, rendering their power gap irrelevant, as if Kingsley was doomed to miss any solid hit regardless of his efforts.

In a flash, they materialized atop a peak, Kingsley airborne, descending like a plummeting comet, his heel crashing down with planet-shattering strength. Aaaninja refused to intercept such a blow, dodging aside fluidly, his phantom form lingering where he'd stood.

A cataclysmic impact shook the world as Kingsley's sole struck the summit, fissures radiating across its mass and face, and with a roar that split the heavens, it crumbled into rubble and chunks. Dust billows climbed into the air, twisting and roiling, blanketing all in a choking fog. But Aaaninja's weapon sliced through, metallic trails lacing the sky, ripping the haze and winds apart, his strikes encircling Kingsley from every angle.

Kingsley drove his foot into the ground, channels pulsing beneath his soles as he dissolved into sheer speed and drive, his punches batting away each sword thrust Aaaninja had loosed at him. Once his final block shattered the onslaught, he froze, gripping his fists hard, pulling them back like a strung bow at full draw, then thrust them out in rapid flurries of endless haze.

The atmosphere warped, then burst forth in a barreling blast aimed at Aaaninja with insane pressure, squeezing all in its way. Aaaninja confronted them head-on with his sword, his form impeccable and without flaw as he hacked through the barrage with absurd simplicity, dividing the blasts like brittle shards.

The arena in his wake and flanks crumbled into devastation, peaks demolished, soil upended, pits yawning without end, but such destruction meant nothing to him, his gaze locked solely on the incoming threat, his concentration total and unbroken.

Suddenly, the Law Defiance Field vanished as more than sixty minutes had elapsed, energy surging back like a swelling wave. Kingsley and Aaaninja both sensed their link to their powers and skills reconnect, the known strength surging through their veins again.

'Looks like I'll need to stretch this out,' he reflected as his strategy to wrap it up in one hour crumbled.

With a mental command, he reached for his Concept Of Destruction, but before any action, Aaaninja had positioned himself meters to his rear, sliding his sword into its scabbard as if victory was sealed.

'How did he slip behind m—' his thought shattered as a slender, faint cut etched across his throat, barely visible, and then blackness engulfed his sight, gore erupting as his head parted from his body at a velocity beyond his grasp.

And so, Kingsley Sky fell defeated by beheading.

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