MIGHT AS WELL BE OP-Chapter 310: Ruthless

And in that fleeting moment, equilibrium shattered.

A blaze erupted into existence, sudden, shocking.

It defied reason, yet it was undeniable.

From below, a katana wreathed in flames surged upward, its scorching edge poised to cleave Aaaninja apart.

Alarm flared in his eyes.

Instinct took over, he moved to block.

But it was futile.

The katana clashed against his sword, and with a resounding boom, Aaaninja was hurled backward like a ragdoll.

Yet even in mid air, his mastery over his body was immaculate, twisting with fluid precision, he regained control before his feet even touched the ground.

His legs skidded across the earth, carving trails in the dirt.

But before he could so much as raise his sword for a counterattack;

A foot came.

Blazing forward like a comet.

Aaaninja saw it.

But he couldn’t react.

The sheer speed and abrupt shift in tempo had left even him a step behind.

The foot struck Aaaninja’s temple with brutal precision.

A sickening bam echoed through the battlefield as he was sent hurtling sideways, his body slicing through the air from the sheer force of the blow.

Searing pain erupted in his skull, his brain rattled violently against his cranium.

For a fleeting moment, he couldn’t process what had happened.

Mana shouldn’t function within the Null Field.

That was an unshakable rule.

And yet, Lucian had shattered the very foundation of that principle.

Unless;

The skill didn’t work against Lucian himself.

Before Aaaninja could even land,

A fist entered his vision.

At first, it seemed faraway, almost distant.

But with each passing instant, it grew larger.

Larger.

Until it filled his entire view.

And then, it struck.

The impact crashed into his face with merciless force, wrenching his body into yet another violent trajectory.

He slammed into the earth, the ground quaking beneath the sheer power of the wind augmented blow.

A sinkhole yawned open as Aaaninja’s body crashed through the earth, as though the land itself had conspired to swallow him whole.

Tremors of immense magnitude rippled outward, shaking the very foundations of the battlefield.

Mountains crumbled from their lofty peaks.

Hills bowed beneath the sheer force.

But Lucian was far from finished.

The flames on his katana extinguished, vanishing into the ether.

In their place, the wind rose, howling, raging, whipping around the blade like a gathering tempest.

Then his hand blurred.

No.

It didn’t just blur.

It glitched.

Aaaninja’s body was ravaged in an instant, carved apart by devastating sword marks that tore through flesh and bone with merciless precision.

Blood erupted, spilling like a broken dam, staining the earth beneath him.

He had no natural regeneration.

His only means of recovery lay in his ability to rewind time.

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But without mana, that power was lost to him.

Now, there was no escape.

He could only endure the relentless slaughter.

His sheer vitality was the last thread tethering him to life.

It wasn’t that the Null Field didn’t work on Lucian.

It was that Lucian had copied a Talent.

A Talent that allowed him to wield the basic elements without expending even a single unit of mana.

There was no chance Lucian would deploy the Null Field and leave his fate reliant solely on physical attacks.

Not when he had no way of knowing what abilities Aaaninja had gained after his Enlightenment.

Lucian stood over Aaaninja, who lay motionless, not because he refused to scream, but because his mind and nerves were drowning in an overload of pain signals, leaving him incapable of even reacting.

The katana in Lucian’s grasp vanished.

Then, he shifted.

His waist bent.

His fist clenched, muscles coiling like steel cables.

His knees dipped forward ever so slightly, the tension in his frame palpable.

And then.

He unleashed it.

A punch.

Then another.

And another.

And another.

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Only the echoes of Lucian’s fists colliding with Aaaninja’s gut reverberated through the air.

Shockwaves rippled outward with every strike, the force carving rings into the atmosphere as his relentless assault continued.

There was no pause.

No hesitation.

Lucian never once checked if Aaaninja was still alive.

He simply kept going.

Aaaninja didn’t block.

He didn’t scream.

He just lay there, absorbing each brutal blow, his body battered beneath Lucian’s relentless fists.

It was as if he already knew.

Struggling was futile.

Then, it happened.

Mana surged once more.

The natural flow of energy returned, slipping back into its rightful state.

The Null Field had reached its limit.

Lucian’s fist was descending for yet another strike when suddenly, it stopped.

But it wasn’t just his fist.

No.

The entire planet paused.

The air stilled, robbed of its current.

The clouds ceased their drift.

The sun no longer cast its golden glow upon the world.

Leaves, once swaying to the wind’s silent melody, hung frozen in midair.

Time had stopped.

Aaaninja had seized control.

Time itself twisted around Aaaninja, bending to his will as he rewound the flow of his own existence.

Wounds stitched themselves shut in an instant.

Blood vanished, as if it had never spilled.

Lacerations, gashes, every brutal incision erased.

It was as though he had never been touched.

His now pristine gaze settled on Lucian, frozen in time’s grasp.

Then, he spoke.

But he didn’t just speak.

He commanded.

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Then, it happened.

The already frozen world began to dissolve.

Reality faded.

Existence unraveled.

Concepts vanished.

Actuality ceased to be.

All things, space, time, matter, erased in an instant.

And in the endless void that remained, only one presence remained.

Aaaninja.

The sole being untouched by oblivion.

It felt no different from the void.

Then, it resumed.

Everything returned.

Reality. Existence. Concept. Actuality.

They all flowed back into place, as if they had never been erased.

Time surged forward once more.

The world moved again, undisturbed, unchanged.

No one sensed anything amiss.

No one.

Except one.

Lucian Darkheart’s eyes widened, barely able to process what had just occurred.

He hadn’t seen it.

He hadn’t sensed it.

But he knew, something had changed.

He tried to move.

Nothing responded.

Not Mana.

Not Aura.

Not Sword Intent.

Not even his System.

Aaaninja had stripped him bare, severing every connection to his power.

The only thing left to him was his physique, his raw physical strength, deliberately spared.

Not as mercy.

But so he could endure the hell Aaaninja was about to unleash.