MIGHT AS WELL BE OP-Chapter 1011: You Really Are Too Talented

Aaaninja gritted his teeth as he tried to resist. His own presence attempted to flare outward, rising instinctively in defiance, but before it could even fully emerge, it was crushed as though it had never existed in the first place. Anthony didn’t speak, instead, he walked forward with calm, measured steps toward Aaaninja, who was now kneeling under the overwhelming difference in sheer presence.

Coming to a stop before Aaaninja, Anthony gazed down at him. His eyes were calm, and his expression mirrored the serenity within them. There was no arrogance or hubris within his demeanor, no trace of mockery or pride. There was only the quiet confidence of someone who knew that he stood far beyond whatever goals even the most extraordinary anomalies could hope to accomplish.

Aaaninja’s eyes burned with defiance.

Yes, he had seen the difference between himself and Anthony. Yes, he had felt the chasm between them. But that didn’t mean he had suddenly lost the will to fight until the very end. No, he would see this through to its conclusion. That was the kind of man he was. Even if the odds were insurmountable, he would still attempt to push forward.

And besides... he had new abilities now, surely at least one of them would work, surely at least one of them would help him escape this suffocating situation. With that determination in mind, he commanded the Time particles and mana surrounding him.

Fractured Concept Of Ti—

But before he could even finish commanding the Time particles, Anthony spoke, his voice calm; "Authority Of Severance."

The world flipped within Anthony’s vision. Reality itself transformed into a vast tapestry composed of countless glowing, flowing threads that stretched endlessly across existence. Every phenomenon, every ability, every connection manifested as a thread within that immense cosmic weave.

Anthony’s sky-blue eyes fell upon Aaaninja. Without speaking another word, he severed every thread connected to abilities and skills.

Aaaninja’s eyes widened in horror and pure shock the next moment as he suddenly he felt his mana vanish. Not diminish. Not weaken. Vanish. It disappeared as though it had never existed to begin with. His innate connection to the Time particles vanished as well. Even his link to the River Of Time itself disappeared completely. The soul techniques and skills he had trained tirelessly for years were gone. His connection to the sword resting on his waist vanished as though it had never been there.

Even the new abilities he had painstakingly acquired were erased before they could even properly manifest. And last, but certainly not least, his Eyes Of Genesis vanished as well. Where once there had been divine perception now remained only ordinary white eyes, no different from Veronica’s.

"How...?" Aaaninja murmured quietly as he struggled to comprehend what had just happened. He had suddenly lost everything. "What kind of ability is this?" he asked, his white eyes meeting Anthony’s sky-blue gaze.

Anthony smiled faintly, but he didn’t answer the question. Instead, he said something entirely different, "when you lose, don’t bother going to the past like you did the last time. It would change nothing."

Aaaninja was stunned once again. When he had lost to Anthony during the Starborn Tournament, he had secretly gone back in time by projecting his consciousness into the past. His goal had simply been to understand how he had lost.

But Anthony wasn’t supposed to know that.

’Did the past Anthony communicate with the present and future Anthony?’ he wondered internally.

That... wasn’t supposed to be possible.

"You really are too talented, Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos," Anthony said calmly, as though stating an undeniable fact.

Then he raised a single finger and with a motion faster than anything Aaaninja had ever witnessed, or achieved himself, Anthony swiped that finger across Aaaninja’s neck.

There was no tearing sound..No dramatic impact. Aaaninja’s head simply lifted into the air. Then it fell to the ground with a dull thud. Blood splattered with an eerie splash. Moments later, with a final lifeless thud, Aaaninja’s corpse collapsed onto the earth.

Anthony stood silently as he stared down at the body. After a moment, he sighed quietly, then, with nothing more than a simple thought, he restored the threads he had severed using the Authority Of Severance, granting the now-dead Aaaninja back every ability he had severed.

’Maybe I went too far this time around,’ Anthony thought to himself. But the next moment, he shook his head slightly. Aaaninja wasn’t mentally weak enough to be shattered by a defeat like this. ’Perhaps next time... I will allow him to display his newly acquired abilities,’ Anthony concluded internally, then he turned his gaze away.

"Null Anthony wins." Klaus’s voice rumbled from above, though his tone carried a faint trace of disappointment.

Anthony sighed once more, then he vanished from where he stood, seeing no reason to linger any longer. The moment he disappeared, the Time particles around Aaaninja suddenly began to tremble. They converged around his body, swirling with temporal distortion. His severed head and corpse flickered out of reality before glitching back into existence again.

Moments later, Aaaninja stood whole once more. Alive. The moment consciousness returned to him, the memories of his final moments rushed back into his mind all at once. He remained silent for a while as he processed everything that had happened within the span of only a few minutes.

Without speaking, he began checking each and every one of his abilities and skills, ensuring that all of them had returned and were functioning perfectly.

’What kind of existence is he...?’ Aaaninja wondered silently. He stood there for a long moment, unsure how to even react in the face of such overwhelming power. He remembered the difference between them. He remembered the way Anthony had stripped him of every single ability without even lifting a finger.

And he couldn’t help but wonder, was that ability permanent? Or had it only been temporary? The mere thought of such a power being permanent sent a chill down his spine. The potential catastrophes such an ability could cause were beyond imagination.

Aaaninja sighed quietly before closing his eyes, then he opened them again. He had waited three whole years for this moment, three years of.training, three years of preparation..And it had all ended within what...?Minutes?

His thoughts slowly shifted to another figure; Lucian Darkheart. The man who had always warned him about Null Anthony. Now that Aaaninja thought about it, something felt strange. Both he and Lucian had met Anthony on the exact same day, so why had Lucian always been so confident that Anthony would remain undefeated?

’He definitely knows something,’ Aaaninja concluded internally, he would ask Lucian when the time came.

Aaaninja sighed once more as the weight of his loss settled heavily within him. It stung far more deeply than he had expected, still, there was nothing more to do here, h shook his head slightly, then, without another word, he vanished from where he stood, leaving the battlefield behind.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: Couldn’t type yesterday because of my swollen finger. Wanted to type four Chapters today, but my fingers are quite painful, I’m sorry. Also, we are low on the Golden Tickets ranking, please remember to support us anyway you can. Thanks.