MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 954: Conversation
Previously on MIGHT AS WELL BE OP...
Inside a crumbling structure, Aura Nova emerged with steady strides, the edifice appearing on the verge of total ruin yet holding firm as long as she lingered inside. Her aura remained serene, her movements deliberate and unhurried, and despite getting tossed about twice in the skirmish, every hair stayed impeccably in place, as if her form naturally restored itself to impeccable perfection wherever it faltered.
Lucian lounged atop a towering skyscraper, his face bearing a laid-back look while he observed her coming nearer; the instant she exited, the structure surrendered at last and tumbled down completely, sending concrete and metal plummeting amid a swirling haze of debris, as she effortlessly vaulted and touched down on the exposed roof of the structure across from Lucian's perch, her landing soft and masterful, like gravity handled her with care.
"You’re back," Lucian drawled with lazy indifference, reclining like someone who’d endured countless trials, "this was why I told you to give up on close-quarter combat and immediately use your Omniedit ability... sigh, only if you had listened," he added, gazing at Aura Nova with a playful grin, his voice carrying a mix of jest and mild scolding.
Even though Aura Nova held greater overall power, and her Omniedit ability ranked as an overpowered, nearly unjust force, Lucian believed his edge in real battle savvy surpassed hers. He’d faced innumerable brushes with death, after all. His Absolute Copy ability had propelled him across planets from a tender age, hurling him into wars, catastrophes, and skirmishes unknown to most.
In his view, the wealth of experiences he’d gathered dwarfed Aura Nova’s, and he prized that breadth of hard-fought encounters over mere brute force.
Aura Nova just offered Lucian a gentle smile in response to his remarks, staying silent. She wasn’t the type to sulk or fume over a setback. Instead, she chalked up the defeat to neglecting her Sword Intent practice, certain that avoiding that error would have secured her victory. Yet she voiced none of it, refusing to offer justifications, choosing instead to own the outcome and press forward without gripe.
’I could try my sword techniques, but I guess they will be useless,’ she pondered inwardly. While she trusted in the immense might of her sword skills, she recognized that Lucian, with his formidable strength, likely commanded a katana art of matching potency, and enhanced by his Sword Intent, the result was clear.
"Sigh... well, it was indeed true you said that, but is there a reason why I would ever take your words for it?" she inquired, holding a composed stance, her sky-blue eyes locking onto Lucian’s with serene poise, showing no aggression or deference.
’This person’s character must be a rich reader for the author to create such a character for her. I wonder if Aaaninja is still rank one on the fandom ranking, and what rank I am with the introduction of another rich reader,’ he reflected silently, aware that the author tended to indulge those who showered him with gifts the most...
Well, unless that avaricious author had undergone some unlikely shift, which Lucian doubted, since he figured the fellow would cling to his greed until the dire illness that had haunted him prior to writing claimed his life. That man would likely hoard right up to his final breath.
"So, are you going to put up a fight and try your sword techniques against me?" he questioned Aura Nova, shoving aside thoughts of the avaricious author to focus on the matter at hand.
He’d witnessed Aura Nova deploy her moves against Kingsley, and though they shone with undeniable prowess and grace, they paled against his Nothingness Technique, which dissolved opposition rather than confronting it head-on.
’She simply needs to explore the galaxy and broaden her horizon, after that, she would go through an outrageous transformation and become many times more ridiculously stronger than she is now,’ Lucian contemplated, eyeing Aura Nova with a contemplative stare.
Aura Nova had devoted much of her existence to her homeworld, shielded by the planet’s mightiest figure, Rain, her progress reliable yet confined within one realm’s limits.
’I can’t wait to see what her real transformation will bring, and what the author would do,’ Lucian’s boundary-shattering musings persisted, blending amusement with intrigue.
"No need, I know I will lose on that level... for now at least, so I won’t bother wasting energy," Aura Nova answered, openly admitting she’d fall short if they pursued this pointless clash of weapons.
Lucian grinned as he responded, "you might not be as stubborn as you look and come off," he chuckled softly while rising to his feet, rolling his shoulders as if the bout had scarcely roused him.
Aura Nova raised an eyebrow and countered, "and what makes you think I’m stubborn?" she pressed, truly puzzled by the description.
"Well... you challenged Anthony despite the advice I gave you, but that doesn’t matter now. You will have to find out for yourself in a couple of hours," Lucian pondered aloud, his words laced with an enigmatic certainty.
"Well, you say that, but yet you went ahead and participated in a spar against him," Aura Nova shot back, highlighting his obvious hypocrisy.
Lucian’s mouth quirked as if he yearned to protest that he’d only taken on Anthony due to her cunning remarks, but he restrained himself, realizing it would just paint him as immature.
With that, Aura Nova and Lucian transformed the recent warzone into an ordinary chat spot, bantering easily as if their earlier lethal duel had never happened, their tones even, their stances at ease, the strain vanished like a forgotten dream.
The onlookers stood baffled too, having just viewed a ferocious exchange brimming with ruinous might and deadly accuracy, only to now overhear what resembled a lighthearted TV banter more than the close of a perilous showdown.