MIGHT AS WELL BE OP-Chapter 471: Abyss Drift

Sylmira vanished from sight in an instant, her velocity bordering on the unattainable.

Her form materialized beside Xezural, her chakram already arcing downward with lethal intent.

But, Xezural anticipated the move.

His hands moved with swift precision, conjuring a black spear that shimmered into existence.

With a resonant clang, the two weapons collided.

A surge of shockwaves radiated outward, spanning a distance beyond comprehension.

At that very moment, both figures spoke in unison.

Abyss Drift

Zeroframe Shift

Space shattered instantly, fracturing like fragile glass as they vanished from sight.

Sparks rained down from where they once stood, their forms reduced to mere blurs as they pushed their movement skills to their absolute limits, racing through the galaxy with unparalleled speed.

Lightning crackled along Sylmira's chakram as she hurled it forward with a force that seemed capable of tearing worlds asunder.

Yet Xezural was no novice; his spear spun deftly in his grasp, intercepting the incoming wheel with the shaft in a seamless deflection.

Sylmira materialized behind him, launching her second chakram in a deadly arc aimed to cleave him in two.

But Xezural anticipated her assault, his voice cutting through the tension.

Chaotic Nova Break

An overwhelming surge of pure chaos energy erupted behind him, coalescing into a radiant pulse that shimmered with devastating intensity.

Sensing the impending assault, Sylmira's lips parted with utter calmness.

Guardian's Embrace

A surge of spiritual energy radiated from her, enveloping every fiber of her being.

Harnessing the power of Zeroframe Shift, she propelled herself backward at breathtaking speed.

Then, the pure chaos energy detonated with cataclysmic force, erupting outward in a violent maelstrom.

Gravity and time twisted and warped momentarily around the blast's epicenter, tearing asunder celestial bodies and bending the very fabric of space itself.

The overwhelming energy collided with Sylmira's barrier, driving her backward at cataclysmic speed.

Her form crashed against a floating asteroid, which shattered into fragments upon impact.

Dust billowed upward as pebbles drifted slowly from the shattered remains.

Around Xezural, planets crumbled into oblivion, their destruction unfolding beneath his cold, detached gaze.

The time for idle words had passed.

His mission was clear, only one of them would survive.

There was no middle ground. Escape was impossible this time.

Even if he managed to evade death at Sylmira's hands, he couldn't hide from the relentless scrutiny of his superiors.

Sylmira remained unscathed, her barrier absorbing the full brunt of the assault.

Activating Zeroframe Shift once more, she vanished in an instant, reappearing before Xezural as her chakram screamed toward his throat.

Xezural's reflexes were razor-sharp; his spear snaked through the air with a blend of lethal grace and brutal precision, intercepting the attack.

Just as their weapons were about to clash, Sylmira vanished again, materializing beside the first chakram she had hurled moments before.

With a swift lunge, her hand seized the weapon, the chakram's blade slashing fiercely toward Xezural's exposed back.

Sensing the imminent strike, a surge of Intent manifested, enveloping Xezural in a protective cocoon.

But it came a fraction too late, Sylmira's chakram tore through his armor with a piercing screech, the blade slicing past the metal before embedding deep into his darkened skin.

A spray of blood arced into the air, staining the battlefield black. But before Sylmira could unleash another strike, Xezural had already vanished without a trace.

Xezural's expression remained stoic, unfazed by the injury or the searing pain.

Wounds like these were nothing new, battles against The Chakram Of End had left their marks before, and he expected no less.

Within moments, the wound sealed itself as if it had never existed.

His cold gaze locked onto Sylmira. In a blur of motion, he surged forward, spear thrusting deadly intent toward her chest.

Sylmira reacted instantly, her chakram a streak of light as its rim collided with the spear's tip.

BOOM.

Intents collided violently, unleashing cataclysmic shockwaves that rippled outward, drowning the surroundings in utter devastation.

Xezural swiftly retracted his spear, the weapon spinning with fluid precision as he shifted his target.

With calculated precision, the spear lunged toward Sylmira's leg, but she was already one step ahead, retreating gracefully to evade the strike.

Undetered, Xezural's spear spun around his neck, the butt end snapping upward in a sudden, brutal strike aimed at her jaw.

Anticipating the attack, one of Sylmira's chakrams whirled into motion with blinding speed, intercepting the blow and halting it dead in its tracks.

Seizing the fleeting moment, Sylmira's lips parted as she activated another skill.

Celestial Bind

Mystical chains, forged from pure Spiritual Energy, erupted instantly around her.

They surged forward toward Xezural with divine swiftness, their numbers in the hundreds.

Xezural wasted no time attempting evasion; he understood all too well that if even one chain ensnared him, it would siphon his chaos reserves and drain his stamina.

With a mere thought, his form flickered out of existence, but the chains pursued him relentlessly, unceasing in their pursuit.

He dared not parry the chains, for to strike them would be to risk his weapon being ensnared within their almost unbreakable grasp.

His form flickered from one position to the next in rapid succession, pushing his Abyss Drift movement skill to its absolute limit.

Yet no matter how swiftly he moved, the chains appeared infinite in length, relentlessly pursuing him without falter.

Mid-motion, his lips parted as he invoked his own skill.

Abyssal Cataclysm

Black tendrils forged from pure chaotic energy materialized instantaneously, each lash seething with corruptive power.

A barrage of rapid detonations erupted where the two forces collided, each striving to unravel and overpower the other in an unstoppable contest of destruction.

Xezural and Sylmira stood locked in a fierce gaze, eyes piercing with unspoken understanding.

There was no escape, only the certainty of a battle to the very end.

This would likely be their final confrontation.

In perfect synchronization, both raised a hand.

Energy surged with terrifying intensity, coalescing in their palms.

Mana swirled, radiant and potent, in Sylmira's palm.

Chaos churned, dark and volatile, in Xezural's.

With chilling coldness, they unleashed their forces, hurling them toward one another.

The beams of energy tore through everything in their path, colliding with a cataclysmic force as they merged into a single, devastating explosion.

A titanic maelstrom of power erupted outward, a cosmic apocalypse unleashed.

Space itself was first drenched in blinding white, then swallowed by an abyssal black as torrents of destruction raged across the galaxy.

Suns collapsed into oblivion, planets shattered like fragile pebbles, and countless lifeforms were extinguished in an instant.

Moons were erased before even breaking apart, while searing crimson flames burst forth, ravenously consuming all in their path.

But neither Sylmira nor Xezural faltered or retreated; they channeled even more energy into their assault.

The devastation tearing through the environment was of no consequence to them, only the annihilation of their opponent mattered.