MIGHT AS WELL BE OP

Chapter 282 Thyros-4

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

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

”Nah, Iʼd 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

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, Thyrosʼ 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 didnʼt 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, Lucianʼs 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 Lucianʼs 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, Thyrosʼ 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 attackʼs colossal energy rippled outward, warping existence itself.

The force was monumental, an overwhelming display of power designed to obliterate anything caught in its path.

Thyrosʼ piercing gaze locked onto Lucian, waiting, watching for his next move.

But Lucian didnʼt move.

The golden light of his force field flickered, its brilliance dimming as the pressure mounted.

Lucian could feel it, the edges of his will beginning to falter, cracks forming in his unyielding resolve.

The shattering of space and time pressed down upon him, threatening to consume everything.

Still, he stood firm, defiant, even as the storm of chaos raged on.

Lucianʼs mind had been sharpened by years of relentless research and ambushes, learning to adapt and copy the powers of those he encountered.

His ambition had led him to study countless beings and their abilities, allowing him to replicate their strengths.

As the sheer force of space and time collapsed upon his force field, shattering it like fragile glass, Lucianʼs patience paid off.

In a single, fluid motion, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers, an almost casual gesture that belied the magnitude of what followed.

[Temporal Shield]

The crumbling essence of time and space froze, suspended in the air as Lucian seized control over them with absolute precision.

In an instant, a dome formed around him, woven from the very fabric of time itself.

The power of his will reshaped reality.

Time itself bent to his command, rewinding the chaos that had unraveled.

The cataclysmic explosion reversed, spiraling backward through the air until it ceased to exist.

The ravaged terrain, once torn apart by the force, healed itself, rocks mended, cracks closed, and the world was restored to its previous state.

Lucianʼs mastery over time had reversed the cataclysm, making it as though it had never happened at all.

The battlefield lay in perfect stillness, untouched by the destruction that had just transpired.

Without hesitation, Lucian struck first this time.

He refused to allow Thyros another moment to act.

With another casual wave of his hand, the very fabric of space responded to his will, rippling like the surface of water disturbed by a single touch.

In an instant, space shattered, like glass, it cracked and splintered, the rift expanding rapidly until it burst into nothingness.

[Absolute Void]

What followed was no ordinary void.

This was the true void, an existence where even the concept of matter was eradicated.

The emptiness descended upon the battlefield with terrifying precision, devouring everything in its path.

The land, the air, the very essence of existence, all were consumed and annihilated.

Thyros, caught within the relentless grip of the void, was immediately engulfed by the forsaken darkness.

The weight of non-existence pressed down upon him.

He felt lost, nothing more than a fleeting thought in the vast emptiness.

He became insignificant, stripped of his essence, his very being slipping away into the abyss.

Then, just as quickly as it had come, his thoughts, his feelings, even his awareness faded into oblivion, as if they had never existed at all.

All that remained was the desolation, an eternal emptiness where nothing could thrive.

Then Thyrosʼ thoughts returned.

As Thyrosʼ thoughts slowly returned to him, the stark reality of his existence crashed down like a tidal wave.

He collapsed to the ground, his body a mangled wreck.

His four limbs were gone, severed in the wake of the voidʼs relentless consumption.

Deep, jagged wounds ran across his body, the gaping lacerations tearing through his flesh, leaving his exposed bones to glisten in the dim light.

Veins hung from his frame like frayed threads, and muscle fibers spiraled in chaotic, painful patterns around the skeletal structure beneath.

The agony was unimaginable.

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.

Thyrosʼ 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.

ʼWhat was that?ʼ

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.

ʼIʼm sorry, but I might have to end thisʼ

Thyrosʼ 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 Thyrosʼ energy were immense, a tidal wave of destructive power that threatened to rip apart everything in its path.

Yet, Lucian didnʼt flinch.

Without a momentʼs 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 Lucianʼs voice filled his thoughts, calm and almost dismissive.

ʼAlthough the readers love good action, Iʼm sure they wonʼt like to just see you unleashing different types of explosions. After all, I was once a readerʼ

Thyros couldnʼt fathom the meaning behind Lucianʼs 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, Lucianʼs 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.