MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 974: Reverse Casuality

Surprise and bewilderment flashed through Aaaninja's thoughts as agony burst savagely inside his head, his arm flying uncontrollably through the sky before crashing onto the earth with a dull, inert impact. He failed to grasp how Lucian managed it; he had struck first, but ended up as the wounded one, an outcome so bizarre and irrational it almost defied belief.

Yet that detail held no importance, as he refused to let the tiniest interruption affect him in this fight. With that resolve, his healing power sprang to life right away, with tissues, meat, hide, skeletal parts, and blood vessels twisting together and reforming into their original state, a fresh limb sprouting instantly in the spot where the previous one got cut off, fitting perfectly as if the harm was just a brief mirage that never truly existed.

Lucian showed no delay or uncertainty, right after his initial strike connected he exploited the opening with merciless accuracy, spinning in a surge of immense velocity as his katana slashed toward Aaaninja’s throat with deadly purpose, while Aaaninja’s blade howled ahead at the same time aiming for Lucian’s windpipe, the space dividing them howling from the raw power of their clashing weapons.

In the following moment, Lucian triggered the identical power once more, yet this time Aaaninja’s Eyes Of Genesis pierced right through it, even if he couldn’t grasp it completely, it appeared that Lucian was somehow altering the world itself right then, quietly reshaping the rules of being by exchanging spots, amplifying his assaults, and nullifying his foes’ blows before they could fully take shape.

However, prior to Lucian’s power completing its activation, Aaaninja responded, igniting his Time Slip technique and disappearing from his spot as he glided across time and dimension, fading from the current instant like a specter departing the physical realm.

Lucian’s katana, enveloped in Sword Intent and dark thunderbolts, struck nothing, ripping apart void, atmosphere, and gusts all at once, the ruin from his failed blow ravaging the combat zone in a cataclysmic outburst and booming surge that warped the essence of the isolated dimension.

Lucian felt no shock that his strike failed, he had anticipated it, considering Aaaninja’s absurd aptitude and his utterly overpowered Eyes Of Genesis, there was zero chance the identical move would succeed twice, still he attempted it just to probe the edges of what was feasible.

Lucian spun around without delay, his gaze locking onto the spot where he detected Aaaninja’s aura, but the instant their eyes connected, Lucian sensed it, a gash ripping open across his torso as a broad, horrific wound divided him suddenly. Skin and muscle split brutally, crimson spraying in heavy streams. His recovery ability engaged at once and mended the ripped tissue as if chronology had been compelled to rewind.

Lucian merely faded as he widened the gap between him and Aaaninja, his shape becoming scarcely more than a spectral trail across the void. Yet Aaaninja advanced with one stride and materialized right in front of Lucian, then lashed out with his weapon once more, and prior to finishing the swing Lucian’s throat got nearly detached from his body, the skull hanging by just a slender thread of tendon and mangled meat.

Lucian refrained from retaliating, the area surrounding him bending like fractured crystal as he shifted away via teleportation, and during his relocation his throat realigned while the wound mended right away without a trace. His obsidian gaze stayed fixed on Aaaninja’s as he pondered how Aaaninja kept landing hits with such uncanny reliability.

’How does it manage this?’ he pondered inwardly, for in one instant he held the upper hand, and the next Aaaninja had claimed total dominance. He had inflicted just one wound, but Aaaninja countered and doubled it with horrifying swiftness.

’The result occurs prior to the strike even finishing,’ Lucian swiftly realized as he quickly unraveled the structure and core principle driving Aaaninja’s assault.

Aaaninja named it Reverse Causality.

To have a result, a reason must precede it, but through this technique Aaaninja flipped that concept upside down, producing the result ahead of the reason. The result embodied the wound, whereas the reason was simply the subsequent blow, a twisted reversal of reasoning that defied the fundamental structure of the universe.

Aaaninja surged forward anew, his gaze zeroing in on Lucian’s location as he sped up, Temporal Acceleration propelling his pace past all boundaries like never before as he closed the separation from Lucian in under an eyeblink, materializing at his rear as his blade flashed to bisect him straight through the midsection.

Yet prior to the result even connecting, Lucian had already departed, he vanished, and once he comprehended Aaaninja’s technique he evaded it effortlessly, all it required was surpassing the result and fleeing the inevitable conclusion.

The instant he rematerialized at his fresh spot, his katana streaked as he released a raging barrage of swift, dark thunder-charged sword strikes. Each erupted with sparking energy and fierce momentum as they bore down on the world and being itself, every slash connecting to the following like a complex, lattice-shaped web before folding in toward Aaaninja’s spot in an unavoidable prison of ruin.

Aaaninja’s gaze sharpened abruptly, his Eyes Of Genesis revealing the ideal route ahead with perfect precision. With his personal Sword Intent shielding his frame, and Temporal Acceleration paired smoothly with Temporal Deceleration, he charged like a shooting star, his silhouette slicing brutally through the breeze as he confronted Lucian’s onslaughts directly. His weapon sliced through each of them without the slightest pause or uncertainty.

Wherever a dark thunder Sword Intent slash persisted, he was there already, his figure dissolving into a haze as he shifted from spot to spot, trailing illusions and echoes behind. For each assault he nullified, it burst out in savage blasts, but Aaaninja had vanished before the chaos could touch him.

The whole isolated dimension appeared engulfed in utter catastrophe and demolition, blade scars gouging profoundly into the soil beneath, wrenching enormous sections of landscape loose, peaks crumbled to dust despite their toughness matching that of star clusters and worlds, and foliage shattered into tiny fragments and bark remnants of what they once were.

Dust surged upward into the heavens in enormous, tumbling clouds, enveloping the full combat area and isolated dimension in dense fog and twisting, eddying rubble. Tremors ripped outward without mercy, fissures and abysses gaped and stretched skyward as these two entities obliterated all and sundry in view with chilling apathy.

Yet the Isolated Plane restored itself right away as if chronology had been made to backtrack, void reconnected flawlessly, foliage sprouted anew in a flash, fissures sealed, abysses disappeared, and the full Isolated Plane got reborn fresh as if the doomsday wreckage had never taken place, abandoning only quiet and the fading resonances of their immense might.