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.

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.