MIGHT AS WELL BE OP

Chapter 282 Thyros-4

The sheer amount of energy radiating from Thyros' body was staggering, a force that defied comprehension, but Lucian remained unfazed.

His composure was unshaken, his voice calm and deliberate as he answered Thyros' words.

"Nah, I'd win"

His words echoed through the void, cutting through the chaos like a blade.

As if provoked by his defiance, the already cataclysmic energy around Thyros surged to new heights.

Space itself warped under its intensity, and the wind fractured, shredded by the sheer ferocity of his aura.

Without hesitation, Lucian released his grip on the katana in his hand.

The weapon dissolved into nothingness, rendered unnecessary.

Whatever lay ahead, he would face it with his own strength alone. Continue your journey on My Virtual Library Empire

Just as the Aetherian race could reshape reality with a mere thought, the Ignivores wielded a power equally terrifying, the ability to unleash catastrophic explosions using the energy they had consumed with a thought.

In an instant, the overwhelming energy surrounding Thyros disappeared, vanishing as if it had never been.

Time seemed to grind to a halt.

The world moved in slow motion, each second stretching endlessly, as though reality itself had been suspended.

Then, with a precision that defied the chaos, Thyros' lips parted, his voice slicing through the frozen moment.

As his words resonated, time resumed its natural flow in flawless synchronicity.

[Kinetic Nova]

A cataclysmic force erupted.

Compressed kinetic energy detonated outward, a wave of apocalyptic destruction that expanded with relentless fury.

Shockwaves cascaded through the surroundings, obliterating everything in their path, leaving ruin in their wake and threatening to tear the very fabric of the world apart.

Lucian saw the incoming apocalypse unfold before him.

The devastation approached with unstoppable force, yet he stood his ground, unmoving.

He didn't vanish like before; if his opponent had chosen to flaunt his power, then it was only fitting he respond in kind, he would flex.

With a calm resolve, Lucian decided to unveil one of his own formidable abilities.

As he spoke, his voice resonated with unshakable authority.

[Unyielding Will]

At his command, a golden radiance burst forth from his very being, emanating pure, unrelenting willpower.

The brilliant light expanded, forming a formidable force field that enveloped everything within a one kilometer radius.

The impending doom crashed into the golden force field with the force of a battering ram, unleashing a shockwave that shook the very foundation of the world.

A cataclysmic explosion followed, an eruption so vast it seemed to tear the heavens apart.

Stones were hurled through the air like weightless debris, mountains crumbled from their peaks, and violent sandstorms rose in defiance of gravity, obscuring the battlefield in chaos.

Yet, amidst the devastation, Lucian's force field stood resolute.

The golden barrier shimmered with unwavering brilliance, impervious to any form of external energy or explosion.

Its surface rippled and shifted, dynamically absorbing and deflecting every assault that threatened its integrity.

The clash of titanic forces continued, but Lucian's Unyielding Will proved indomitable, a testament to his mastery, holding the line against the apocalypse unleashed by Thyros.

Witnessing his devastating attack thwarted by sheer will, Thyros' expression darkened.

He shifted tactics, channeling his boundless energy into an even greater offensive.

[Astral Detonation]

With a single thought, the battlefield was engulfed in another eruption, but this was no ordinary explosion.

No.

This time, the very fabric of space and time ruptured, unraveling like fragile threads under the immense strain.

Reality bent and twisted as the attack's colossal energy rippled outward, warping existence itself.

His brain was overwhelmed with a barrage of pain signals, his nerves ablaze with the torment of every inch of his ravaged form.

The sharp, searing pain seemed to spread through every fiber of his being, a fire that refused to extinguish.

But despite the unbearable suffering, Thyros did not scream.

He did not howl in agony.

His teeth ground together in a grimace, his face contorted with the intensity of the pain as he fought to suppress the screams that begged to escape.

He clenched his jaw, forcing himself to endure, refusing to let his torment define him.

His breath came in ragged gasps, each inhalation a painful reminder of the price he had paid.

Every moment was a struggle, but Thyros remained resolute, and unbending.

Thyros' body began to stir as energy surged from the depths of his reservoir.

His life force spread rapidly through the wreckage of his body, healing and restoring what had been lost.

The process was swift, his severed limbs regenerated, his wounds closed, and his blood replenished, flowing back into his veins as if it had never been drained.

The excruciating pain that had tormented him moments ago diminished with every passing second, fading into the background of his awareness.

But even as his body healed, his mind raced.

'What was that?'

The question echoed in his thoughts, a lingering sense of disbelief at the force that had torn through him.

The memory of the void, of being consumed and erased, haunted him.

Then, a voice reverberated in his mind, calm, almost indifferent.

'I'm sorry, but I might have to end this'

Thyros' gaze snapped forward, his eyes locking onto Lucian, who walked toward him with a terrifying calmness.

The space around Lucian seemed to ripple with an unsettling quiet, his presence suffocating in its intensity.

Without hesitation, Thyros released the full brunt of his energy, sending it forward like a crashing tidal wave.

It surged outward with ferocity, an ocean of power seeking to drown everything in its path.

The sheer scale and force of Thyros' energy were immense, a tidal wave of destructive power that threatened to rip apart everything in its path.

Yet, Lucian didn't flinch.

Without a moment's hesitation, he waved his hand, his motion deliberate and precise.

[Conceptual Null]

In an instant, the very fabric of existence around them seemed to warp and distort.

The ability targeted the core of destruction itself, manipulating the very concept of an explosion within the area.

It disrupted the process before it could even take form, erasing the possibility of the blast ever occurring.

What had been a roaring force of nature was now nothing more than a fleeting thought, rendered entirely ineffective.

The storm of energy that had been rampaging around Thyros suddenly dissipated, vanishing as though it had never existed.

The power that had once surged forward now faded into nothingness, leaving only a profound silence in its wake.

Thyros stood frozen, a deep confusion settling in his mind.

He could feel the remnants of his energy reservoir, but it was as if something in his very essence had been blocked, like a paradox at the core of his being.

He could not comprehend it.

Then Lucian's voice filled his thoughts, calm and almost dismissive.

'Although the readers love good action, I'm sure they won't like to just see you unleashing different types of explosions. After all, I was once a reader'

Thyros couldn't fathom the meaning behind Lucian's words, a strange mix of frustration and confusion clouding his mind.

But before he could process any more, a heavy weight overcame him.

His vision blurred, and with a sharp, decisive motion, Lucian's fist struck him, knocking him unconscious with the force of a single punch.

Thyros crumpled to the ground, unable to fight back any longer.

The once proud Ignivore fell silent, his energy dissipating into nothingness as he succumbed to the darkness.