MIGHT AS WELL BE OP

Chapter 751: Supremacy Of Destruction

The Second Supreme Monarch, seeing Anthony’s katana tearing towards his neck, moved with impossible speed. His form flickered like a dying star in the void, his figure blurring as if reality itself struggled to record his motion. His hand shot upward, gripping his own blade in a motion so clean that space vibrated under the strain.

His sword tore upward to meet Anthony’s katana, and with a seismic impact, the fabric of space between them shattered like glass struck by divine wrath. The collision collapsed in upon both of them, the force rippling through the void in concentric shockwaves, instantly blasting the Second Supreme Monarch backward as inertia acted violently upon his frame.

Anthony stood unmoving in the void, as though the crumbling space around him held no meaning. His calm sky-blue eyes shifted toward the Second Supreme Monarch, and with nothing but a silent thought, the world around him bent. Reality unraveled into threads before his sight as he activated Authority Of Severance, his perception elevating beyond mortal comprehension.

Instantly, he pulled one thread, and the distance between him and the Second Supreme Monarch ceased to exist. His form was no longer moving, it simply was, now standing before the Second Supreme Monarch as though he had always been there, as though cause and effect itself yielded to his presence.

Anthony’s katana was already in motion, tearing toward the Second Supreme Monarch’s head the very moment he appeared.

The Second Supreme Monarch instinctively sensed Anthony’s presence beside him.

’I didn’t even feel him bend space,’he thought with a cold spike of realization that bordered on fear.

But his motion remained unhindered. His sword moved again in a savage arc, the blood-red energy coiling around him like a living aura, pushing his speed to a terrifying degree. The moment their blades were about to collide once again, Anthony’s stance shifted midair in a movement so refined it defied comprehension. His katana realigned with his posture in a fluid, elegant motion, and instead of clashing, it followed the opposite direction with surgical precision.

Before the Second Supreme Monarch could react, his perception of the galaxy tilted. The universe spun violently. He did not need anyone to tell him what had occurred, he knew with chilling clarity.

His head had already been severed.

Instantly, from the stump of his neck, another head began to grow, flesh knitting itself in an abomination of regeneration. But Anthony was not done. The moment the new head took form, Anthony’s katana had already moved once more, another arc, another severance. Another head soared into the cosmic heavens, spinning through the void like a discarded remnant of lost royalty.

The Second Supreme Monarch, realizing that if he continued regenerating in place he would simply be decapitated endlessly, vanished instantly. His body reappeared upon a blazing star, and the moment his feet touched the celestial surface, his head regrew once more, restoring his form. His crimson eyes burned like twin suns of hatred as they locked onto Anthony’s distant figure.

Rage twisted his features. His mind roared with questions like a storm of madness.

How could this child overpower him in pure swordsmanship? How could someone who had just become a Planetary-level being wield such mastery? And above all, how could this accursed human child command blood energy, a force meant to be the exclusive right of the Vampire race?

Anthony was in no rush to end the Second Supreme Monarch. In truth, ending him swiftly would be merciful, and Anthony had no intention of offering mercy. He wanted the so-called Supreme Monarch to understand despair, to witness the futility of resistance. He wanted him to suffer. Swift death would be a release, and release was a kindness Anthony would not grant.

With a faint smirk, Anthony activated Authority Of Severance once again. Threads of existence parted, severed without resistance, and in an instant, Anthony appeared upon the star where the Second Supreme Monarch stood, his katana already descending in a merciless arc toward the Vampire’s waist with chilling lethality. The cosmic air itself screamed, the sound of space being torn apart echoing like a dirge across the void.

The Second Supreme Monarch was a being forged through countless wars, a destroyer of civilizations, a tyrant who had stood at the brink of annihilation more times than history could count. His pride was monumental, but he was not a fool. He abandoned his sword in that instant, already knowing with dreadful certainty that he could not win this battle through swordsmanship alone.

Mana erupted from his core in chaotic waves, rising like a tide intent on drowning the galaxy. Instantly, an oceanic surge of blood flooded into existence, so vast and dense it could drown the star they stood upon. The blood coagulated with terrifying force, forming a massive wall before his waist, a barrier forged from pure blood essence and killing intent.

Anthony’s katana struck the blood wall with devastating impact, the collision ringing like a divine bell across the cosmos. But unlike what the Second Supreme Monarch expected, the wall did not stop Anthony’s blade. Instead, the katana cleaved through it as though it were nothing more than a candle flame trying to withstand an avalanche.

In that microscopic moment of resistance, the Second Supreme Monarch vanished again, retreating without hesitation. Anthony’s katana completed its arc, striking the surface of the star beneath their feet. With a cataclysmic eruption, the star detonated in a titanic explosion of force and pressure, its erasing energy tearing through nearby asteroids and celestial bodies as though they were made of paper.

”You human insect, you dare challenge me?” The Second Supreme Monarch roared, his voice shaking the void.

His aura exploded outward like a blood sun going supernova. Mana and blood energy coiled violently around him, converging into form. In the next heartbeat, countless blood-red chains manifested, each forged from condensed blood aura capable of binding even cosmic entities. With a violent screech, they tore through space toward Anthony at blinding speed, trailing ribbons of scarlet energy like comets of slaughter.

Anthony did not move. He stood with an impossible calm, katana held loosely at his side, as though the incoming attack was beneath acknowledgment. The blood chains reached him, each link vibrating with destructive might. Anthony’s hand blurred, not with speed mortal eyes could comprehend, but with an abstraction of motion so absolute that even reality hesitated, as if asking him to repeat the action for its understanding.

The chains froze in midair.

Then, without warning, they shattered into countless fragments, exploding into glimmering shards of blood energy as hundreds of blue and white sword lines bloomed in the void like celestial flowers, carving beauty into destruction, an apocalyptic spectacle of artistry and annihilation.

Before the blood fragments could vanish, Anthony raised a hand. Instantly, the broken chains responded to his will, shifting their form midair. The fragments converged, twisting and lengthening, taking the shape of spears, blood spears forged under Anthony’s command, each one radiating enough force to pierce suns and tear through constellations.

With a flicker of his wrist, the blood spears shot forward toward the Second Supreme Monarch, streaking through the cosmos like divine judgment.

The Second Supreme Monarch did not bother to dodge. He simply raised his hand, and a blood-red sword intent answered his call, forming a vast energy barrier of crimson radiance around him.

With a resounding, cataclysmic impact, Anthony’s blood spears slammed into the barrier, ripping against its defenses with merciless fury.

In that moment, the hidden realm was consumed by light.

Blinding brilliance of incandescent chaotic energy flooded reality. Multitudes of erasing forces detonated outward, spanning millions upon millions of kilometers. Space shattered like brittle glass. Cosmic dust ignited into roaring flares. Suns collapsed simply for existing too close to the devastation. The void yawned open like a maw of annihilation, swallowing structure, swallowing order.

And finally;

The hidden realm collapsed entirely, unable to withstand the sheer supremacy of destruction.