MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 948: Eyes Of Genesis

With a soft impact, Kingsley's head struck the dirt and tumbled over the terrain like any commonplace rock or small stone that someone might idly nudge aside. The decapitated body followed suit, crashing down with a deep, echoing thump that felt muted but inescapably conclusive, vibrating the soft ground lightly and dispersing dust in a sluggish, inert wave.

Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos remained composed and steady, as if he had anticipated this exact scene right from the start, as if all the events playing out in front of him were already scripted in a fate only he could decipher. For him, Kingsley Sky was just postponing the unavoidable by activating his Law Defiance Field. That's why Aaaninja stayed silent and unblinking amid the display; he recognized it as a temporal power, and when its duration ran out, he could finish things off swiftly, neatly, and unchallenged.

After all, who could outpace time in any way? No one at all.

Kingsley's plan had been solid, even admirable in how it played out. Had he unleashed this Law Defiance Field on Aura Nova, victory might have been his, thanks to her present constraints and the flaws in her powers. However, Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos wasn't Aura Nova. He lacked all her restrictions; his fighting and warfare knowledge ran profound and vast, honed through endless clashes that had shaped him into a far deadlier force than mere brute strength could produce.

Yet, in the realm of hand-to-hand fighting, he ought to have been defeated, since that was Kingsley's true specialty, the arena where Kingsley dominated utterly and without rival. Once more, though, Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos proved to be of an entirely superior league. Even if Kingsley's Law Defiance Field would triumph over nearly any foe, Aaaninja's Eyes Of Genesis operated in their fundamental state without mana, working as instinctively as inhaling and as smoothly as seeing.

Via his Eyes Of Genesis, Aaaninja matched Kingsley's outrageous fighting skills. He glimpsed future snippets occasionally, quick bursts and fragmented sights that unveiled upcoming events just seconds ahead, enabling him to foresee Kingsley's strikes prior to their launch, which explained his earlier, eerily accurate severing of Kingsley's hand.

Moreover, his Eyes Of Genesis elevated his awareness of time and his surroundings to an extraordinarily sharp degree, elongating instants into sharp focus and taming disorder into decipherable flows; thus, he coped with Kingsley's insane velocity without getting overrun.

Thus, although Kingsley's Law Defiance Field counted as an overpowered natural talent by all normal measures, it dimmed next to Aaaninja's Eyes Of Genesis, which let him endure a full hour unscathed, not even a single hair out of place. Regarding the beheading of Kingsley, he didn't require his Eyes Of Genesis for that closing move; plain Time Manipulation sufficed to wrap up the fight conclusively.

He acted ahead of Kingsley's response because he realized Kingsley might employ his Concept Of Destruction to dismantle time particles outright, thereby slashing his own fighting effectiveness and skill if allowed the chance. Proof of this showed in Kingsley's clash with Aura Nova, where she halted time completely, locking the world in total immobility, yet Kingsley pressed on by obliterating time, ripping free from the stalled instant like shattering crystal.

Aaaninja refused to chance it whatsoever.

Besides, while he found Kingsley's uniqueness intriguing, that wouldn't lead him to trade blows for hours out of mere interest or ego. His sole aim was the individual known as Null Anthony, and nothing more—no others, no extras, no detours or extra fights to slow his mission.

Lucian Darkheart? Aura Nova? They held no significance. Should they appear, he'd dispatch them as rapidly as Kingsley, without pause or needless drama.

He wasn't being haughty or dismissive toward them—not at all. He held respect for each one, given their powers, skills, and gifts that rivaled his, climbers who had forged their path to the peak via personal might. It was just that his purpose stood fixed in his thoughts, rendering everything else worthless beside it.

Still, he knew Lucian Darkheart would pose a formidable challenge, a fighter who wouldn't drop without a struggle. As for Aura Nova... he'd need to face her directly to gauge her full might. Guesses had no role in real battles.

For an instant, his iridescent, timepiece-like eyes settled on Kingsley's remains. He wasn't sure if Kingsley had revival powers of his own, but it made no difference. The fellow named Klaus appeared capable enough to bring Kingsley back if needed, and with that in mind, he shifted his stare from the body and started to depart. Yet before he advanced even one pace, the heavens quaked with furious intensity.

Aaaninja halted abruptly, his gaze whipping toward the skies. He wasn't alone in looking up; the onlookers fixed their eyes there too, faces hardening as an alien force pressed down on them.

Klaus's freshly bolstered barrier around this isolated realm cracked open like a shell under a hammer's blow, shards of space power splintering and fading as the firmament shook fiercely. A pristine, mysterious golden force surged through it like a godly tempest, immense and boundless. It shone intensely, brilliantly, nearly sacred in its glow, emitting a soothing, inviting heat as if it sought to enfold all below. Regrettably, this event wasn't meant for their benefit.

'A True Enlightenment?' Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos pondered silently. A parallel occurrence had taken place when Anthony bested him in the Starborn Tournament. 'No, that's not True Enlightenment... Could the deceased even attain True Enlightenment?' he decided within, but soon another doubt arose, laced with subdued doubt.

A colossal golden beam of power plunged from above with searing intensity and colossal mass, slamming straight onto Kingsley's form. Gently, Kingsley's body lifted from the soil, chest toward the sky and back to the earth, floating upward as if ascending to the divine realms and shedding his mortal bonds entirely.

The head that had tumbled away earlier disappeared completely, as if it had never been, wiped from existence without remnant. His blood too evaporated from the dirt, not evaporating or vanishing gradually but outright ceasing. At the neck's ragged end, a fresh head sprouted—not piecemeal or over time, but in a flash, making it seem as if Aaaninja's strike had never landed, as if demise had been outright denied.

In stunned hush and heavy quiet, all beheld the spectacle, refraining from probing it with any power, sensing deep down that meddling with such an enigma could unleash repercussions way past their grasp.

Klaus merely exhaled deeply. He'd only just fortified this pocket dimension, and already it lay in ruins once more. He couldn't shake the thought that they ought to relocate the duel to the galaxy's emptiness and spare him the nonstop hassle of fixing it all.

In truth, he'd fortified it past the destructive reach of those assembled, meticulously fortifying each barrier level, just for this baffling occurrence to demolish it without effort anew. Every bit of work since the duel began had proven futile, amounting to squandered power and subdued annoyance.