MIGHT AS WELL BE OP

As the word was spoken, Orion moved, or rather, he didn't.

It was the world that shifted around him.

His will surged, flowing seamlessly with his thoughts, transforming mere concepts into reality.

Reality itself bent and twisted under the force of his power, the air warping and igniting in an instant.

Flames roared to life, and countless colossal fireballs blazed into existence, their searing heat devouring the atmosphere.

The fireballs numbered in the millions, their sheer magnitude overwhelming as they filled the entire sky and every inch of the surrounding space, casting an apocalyptic glow upon the world.

Anthony stood motionless, as though oblivious to the oppressive heat that rippled through the air.

His eyes, keen and unyielding, registered something extraordinary, no fragment of mana, not even the smallest unit of it, had been used to create the spectacle before him.

He had seen Orion's battles before.

He knew all too well that Orion's ability bore a striking resemblance to his own Quantum Manipulation ability.

As Anthony observed, the countless fireballs surged forward with blistering speed, their paths carving through the air with sharp swishing and flickering sounds, like an army of ants drawn inexorably to sugar.

But Anthony did not flinch.

He didn't dodge.

He didn't raise a hand to block.

He simply stood there, rooted in place, his gaze unwavering, watching as the fiery onslaught hurtled toward him.

The attack struck with a cataclysmic detonation, unleashing a cascade of destruction that reverberated through space itself.

The ground quaked beneath the relentless eruptions of searing heat, the once stable plain transforming instantly into a molten wasteland.

Rivers of lava flowed freely, and jagged volcanoes erupted into existence, birthed by the sheer ferocity of the blast.

Everything burned.

Stones blackened and crumbled into ash, smoke and sulfur choked the air, and the landscape was bathed in an ominous palette of crimson and black.

As the smoke began to dissipate, all eyes turned to where Anthony had stood.

Their expressions carried the weight of certainty, no one could have survived such annihilation.

But there he stood.

Anthony remained motionless, unscathed, without so much as a scratch or a smudge upon him.

He hadn't lifted a hand in defense, nor had he moved a muscle.

He didn't need to, not with the boundless power of his Infinity skill shielding him.

Though impervious to the attack, he wasn't one to revel in unnecessary pain.

He let out a faint sigh, his gaze steady, as if to remind the world that even destruction of this magnitude was beneath him.

Anthony's knees bent slightly, his posture relaxed, with his hands clasped behind his back and an unreadable expression on his face.

The ground trembled beneath him as his feet pressed down, and with a sudden burst of force, he shot forward like a meteor.

Molten lava parted in his wake, a searing path carved by his momentum.

But before Anthony could close the distance, Orion was already moving.

A towering figure materialized as if summoned from the void, a massive golem, its imposing form rising over twenty feet high, its surface a blend of molten rock and various stones.

Anthony's gaze flicked upward as the colossus shifted, its gigantic fist hurtling forward with devastating speed.

The air groaned and tore apart as the golem's fist blazed toward him, promising utter annihilation upon impact.

Yet Anthony moved with inhuman precision.

Just as the fist was about to collide with his head, he leaped upward, his body weightless and fluid.

The colossal fist smashed into the earth, detonating with an earth shaking impact.

The ground quaked violently, sending ripples of destruction across the battlefield.

In mid air, Anthony twisted gracefully, his body spinning as he landed deftly on the golem's arm.

Without hesitation, he began sprinting up its massive limb, his movements swift and unrelenting.

Orion stood motionless atop the golem's shoulder, his presence serene yet commanding, his sharp gaze fixed on Anthony's approach.

It was as if he were observing a game, each move calculated, each moment weighed.

Before Anthony could close the distance, humanoid figures shot up from below, their forms unnervingly distorted as they latched onto him, locking him in place.

Their bodies began to glow ominously, a searing radiance building within them before erupting in a deafening explosion that tore through the air with ear splitting force.

The smoke had barely begun to clear when the sky was suddenly bathed in blinding white light.

A colossal bolt of lightning, thick and unforgiving, streaked down from above with maddening speed.

There was no warning, no buildup of energy, no flickering preludes of static in the air.

The lightning struck with unrelenting precision, aimed directly at Orion's head.

The bolt crashed down with catastrophic force, a merciless assault of raw energy.

The ground convulsed beneath the impact, the golem was obliterated, its towering form torn asunder, and everything in the surrounding area was consumed in a maelstrom of destruction.

The residual energy surged outward, streaks of lightning crackling furiously as they ripped through the air, spreading devastation further.

The earth trembled, the sky seemed to groan under the strain, and all around was chaos.

Gradually, the relentless rumbling subsided, the electric flashes dimming to silence.

As the destruction settled, Orion's figure emerged from the chaos.

He stood unscathed, his form untouched by the devastating assault.

He hadn't moved an inch, his posture still calm and composed.

It wasn't that he had endured the attack, it was as though reality itself had bent to his will, warping around him as a shield against the lightning's wrath.

The air grew oppressively dense as Orion's presence fully manifested, the weight of his power pressing down upon the world.

Gravity surged, multiplying over fiftyfold under Orion's control.

Everything froze under the crushing force, movement became impossible, and the battlefield seemed to groan under the strain.

Anthony's knees buckled slightly as the weight bore down on him, yet his expression remained calm.

With a flicker of a thought, the oppressive gravity around him dissipated, nullified by his own control.

But even as Anthony countered the gravity, a blazing foot streaked toward his chest, its speed almost incomprehensible, propelled with rocketing momentum.

At the last moment, Anthony's figure blurred out of existence.

The air detonated from the force of the missed strike, the foot smashing into the ground and leaving a crater in its wake.

Anthony reappeared on the head of the attacking figure, his sharp gaze locking onto his opponent.

But it wasn't Orion, it was another soulless golem, its eyes empty and devoid of will.

Anthony's hand flickered momentarily, and before the golem could even register the threat, its massive form was shredded into countless fine pieces, scattering like dust in the wind.

Without pause, Anthony's attention shifted, his eyes tracking the fire infused aura arcs he had unleashed toward Orion even while dismantling the golem.

The arcs tore through the air with relentless speed, blazing toward their target, only to vanish.

With a single thought, Orion erased them from existence, the fiery assault wiped away as if it had never been.

Undeterred, Anthony materialized beside Orion, his fist driving forward like a battering ram, aimed straight for Orion's gut.

A deafening bam echoed through the battlefield, but Anthony's fist did not meet its intended target.

Instead, it collided with an invisible barrier, a spatial shield that rippled and distorted under the impact.

Orion's piercing gaze met Anthony's, his expression unreadable.

Then, with a mere thought, the space between them erupted outward in a devastating explosion.

The force rippled through everything, blasting the air and ground backward in a violent shockwave.

But Anthony was no longer there.

He reappeared behind Orion, mid air, his knee driving forward with blinding speed, a blur too swift for the mind to process.

Before Orion's thoughts could manifest into a defensive counter, Anthony's knee connected with his skull in a sickening bam.

The force reverberated through the air, a brutal testament to Anthony's overwhelming precision and speed.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE.

ALL PRIVILEGED CHAPTERS ARE NOW CHEAP Your journey continues at empire