MIGHT AS WELL BE OP - Chapter 849
849: Gravest Mistake 849: Gravest Mistake A man could be seen tearing through a flock of Angels as though he were a wolf trapped within a pen of chickens.
His golden hair shimmered like sunlight, and his eyes glowed with an ethereal gold that seemed to pierce through the very fabric of reality.
Unlike others who moved with the aid of various forms of energies, mana, aura, or cosmic power, he relied on none of that.
His body alone was his weapon, honed to perfection, and that was all he required.
It was Sky Kingsley.
Kingsley’s feet made contact with the surface of a moon, landing with the deftness and precision of a predator striking its prey.
The moment his feet touched down, two sets of ten-paired winged Angels converged upon him.
Yet, Kingsley did not pause nor waste a fraction of his strength; he did not expend more than a single attack for each of them.
Simultaneously, he raised both fists and thrust them outward in opposite directions, intercepting two incoming swords with absolute control.
A booming crack resonated through the void, accompanied by the shattering of metal.
His fists tore through the Angels’ weapons as effortlessly as a hot knife slices through butter.
Yet, he did not halt; his fists surged onward, unrelenting, tearing toward their heads with lethal intent.
The Angels attempted to evade, but it was far too late.
Kingsley was faster than their comprehension, his fists colliding with their foreheads.
In an instant, their pristine white heads exploded outward, a shower of golden blood raining down as their halos vanished into nothingness at the moment of their deaths.
Kingsley, however, paid no mind to the halos; they held no significance to him.
His body remained in perfect condition, his mind laser-focused.
He immediately tore to the left the instant he sensed another attack closing in.
As he moved, a colossal tentacle tore through the space where he had been, obliterating it to fragments.
Without hesitation, Kingsley shifted again, one moment at the far end of the moon, the next before his opponent, moving as though space itself bent to his will.
His fist shot forward like a bullet aimed directly at the monstrous octopus’ head.
The octopus reacted with astonishing speed, its tentacles blurring into a protective barricade.
Nuclear force erupted as Kingsley’s fist collided with the barrier, tearing through it as if it were nothing more than paper.
Yet, the creature had already retracted its head and body by the time his fist reached the intended point of impact.
Kingsley adjusted his footing effortlessly, matching the speed of his adversary.
He was no mere brute; a man who had devoted his life to martial arts, whose body was perfected as a weapon, he understood the precise attack necessary for every opponent.
He altered his stance instantly, his fists unruffled swiftly as he moved.
His fingers extended with a purposeful alignment, palms facing upward, as though channeling an unseen blade of energy.
In a blur of motion that seemed to leave the Arcanis Galaxy itself dazzled, Kingsley moved.
The edges of his palms became lethal blades, slicing through hundreds of writhing tentacles with deadly precision.
The octopus attempted to retreat once more, but Kingsley’s speed was relentless.
His hand swept across the creature’s neck like a razor through paper, decapitating it in one immaculate strike, the cleanest cut ever witnessed in martial arts history.
Black blood exploded skyward with the force of a river, yet Kingsley paid no mind.
The instant the being’s head was severed, he moved on to the next living Divinora creature without hesitation.
A fist, belonging to a towering, muscular behemoth, lunged toward Kingsley’s head.
He did not dodge.
Despite the creature’s massive size, he countered with a punch of his own, blinding in its speed and force.
With a cataclysmic collision, the two fists met.
Cosmic air ripples erupted outward, and in an instant, the towering being, with a single eye embedded in its forehead, screamed in agony.
Kingsley’s fist had obliterated its entire arm.
The creature realized, in that horrifying moment, that attempting to match physical strength with Kingsley had been the gravest mistake of its existence.
But there was no time for regret.
Before it could blink, Kingsley’s four fingers shot toward its forehead like lethal spears, piercing through its eye and brain with light-like precision.
Kingsley leapt from the now lifeless body with the grace of a predator.
His golden eyes scanned ahead, observing hundreds of ten-winged Angels closing in at blinding speed.
The same swarming threat appeared from every direction, behind him, beside him, and above.
‘Too weak,’ Kingsley thought, his expression unreadable, his gaze as cold and calculating.
As their numbers surged into the hundreds, he extended his foot, tracing a circle on the moon’s surface.
Within the circle, he lowered himself into a martial stance.
His legs spread wide and anchored firmly, fists clenched at his sides, every muscle tensed in perfect harmony.
As the Angels drew nearer, he moved.
Cosmic air shredded around him as he accelerated beyond the limits of perception.
His fists tore outward in rapid succession, each strike producing concussive air blasts with devastating force.
He moved in a 360-degree motion, dispatching enemies with lethal efficiency, all while remaining inside his drawn circle.
Each air blast struck an Angel, its head obliterated instantly.
One by one, hundreds fell.
The sequence continued, two hundred, three hundred, the numbers multiplying with every continuous strike of Kingsley’s fists.
The cosmic sky was painted with golden blood, a spectacle of carnage that defied the very heavens.
In the next heartbeat, he came to a flawless halt.
From above, thousands of headless ten-winged Angels cascaded down, golden blood spilling like fountains from their necks.
The sight illuminated Kingsley in a hunter’s light, a solitary predator amidst the slaughter, unmoved by the chaos surrounding him.
He remained standing, his form unbroken, breathing steady, hair perfectly aligned.
As the final corpses struck the moon’s surface, he vanished.
Reality itself seemed to stutter in his wake, unable to keep pace with his incomprehensible speed.
Kingsley had become a force beyond measure, a golden tempest of martial perfection, leaving only devastation and awe in his wake.
_____ AUTHOR’S NOTE: Happy new month to everyone.
Hope we have a nice holiday!
Also, sorry for not releasing any chapters yesterday; I was in a bit of a bind.
These six chapters are to make up for it all.
Looking forward to your golden tickets!
Thanks for reading.