MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 1164: One-tenth

Michael could be seen blurring through a desert of corpses. Everywhere he passed, a cutting and slicing phenonon erupted, reducing everything to ribbons, slicing through flesh, bones, and bodies alike. Countless corpses were shredded apart before they could even hit the ground, while trails of sword marks stretched endlessly behind him like scars etched upon reality itself.

There was a wide grin on his face at this mont as he moved. His foot made contact with the earth below, causing it to shatter upon impact. His head snapped upwards, and there, a Demon Monarch with the number 1 carved upon his forehead could be seen tearing towards him with a speed faster than light. Seeing the incoming Demon, Michael simply flicked his hand, and thousands of slices appeared upon the Demon’s body.

But the Demon imdiately seed to nullify the attack through so unknown ans. The mont the Demon Monarch arrived before Michael, he slashed out with his own sword, unleashing a storm of dicing attacks. Michael didn’t even bother to block; he simply allowed the attacks to land.

A tearing sound ripped through the air, shredding everything in its path. The land split apart, the atmosphere tore open, space shattered, and the already diced corpses were reduced to even smaller fragnts. Dust storms rose toward the sky together with the suffocating sll of blood, which painted the desert black as Demon blood pooled beneath both of their feet. Vast cracks stretched across the landscape, reaching the horizon as the aftermath of the attack continued to ravage the battlefield.

The Rank 1 Demon Monarch had used Sword Intent to attack, and as an embodint of Sword Intent itself, how could Michael be injured by another being’s Sword Intent? His body remained perfectly unhard. His shirt, however, had already been torn to shreds, exposing his upper body entirely, but Michael didn’t care. He was here for battle. He hadn’t expected the fighting to begin this quickly imdiately after receiving such a trendous power-up.

"This is the first ti I’m seeing a Human who possesses perfect control over Sword Intent. It seems I’ve finally t my equal," the Rank 1 Demon Monarch spoke.

As the Rank 1 Demon Monarch, stronger than every other Demon Monarch beneath him, he was renowned for his mastery of the sword. Only the Demon King himself stood above him despite the Monarch spending eons refining his control until it had beco nearly flawless.

"Your equal?" Michael asked with a smirk. "Let’s test that theory, shall we?"

The mont those words left his mouth, the Rank 1 Demon Monarch imdiately felt his entire existence scream death and horror at him. Every instinct he possessed erupted into alarm. The being didn’t hesitate. He trusted his senses completely and imdiately flashed towards Michael.

But it was already too late.

Michael held an invisible sword in his hand. Around him, various Concepts manifested as threads, each one black, each pulsing like a living being, without a shred of hesitation, he brought his Concept Of Sword down upon one of the black threads, his cutting form absolutely perfect.

The mont he severed the black thread, the Rank 1 Demon Monarch felt it in real ti.

His Essence had been tampered with.

He, who hadn’t aged in countless ages, could now feel himself rapidly growing older at an impossible speed. His vitality drained away while wrinkles spread across his body. His once-overwhelming aura began to weaken as the years he had escaped for eons ca crashing down upon him all at once.

Without wasting a mont, he acted. Yes, he didn’t want to die, but he remained composed. His Sword Intent imdiately bood outward as he forcefully controlled the Temporal particles in the air, freezing ti around himself in an attempt to halt his aging.

But alas, it was futile.

Michael had split his Essence on a Conceptual level, a feat the Demon Monarch’s so-called perfect Sword Intent simply couldn’t perform. Ti manipulation was aningless when the very foundation of his existence had already been severed.

"You are still a few levels below , Demon," Michael spoke as his Concept Of Sword vanished from his hand.

Then he raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

Imdiately, he seized control over the Rank 1 Demon Monarch’s Sword Intent.

The Demon Monarch was shocked to the extre at the sight. Not even the Demon King should have been capable of doing sothing like this. This Sword Intent was his own, born from his personal understanding of the sword and refined through countless battles and endless years of training. Yet now, he couldn’t manipulate it anymore. It no longer obeyed him.

This went against everything he understood about Sword Intent.

His expression twisted into disbelief as he attempted to reclaim control, but no matter how hard he tried, nothing responded. The very power he had devoted his existence to had abandoned him completely.

The next mont, he crumbled into dust, his body breaking apart piece by piece before scattering into the wind. Every form of resurrection was rendered invalid, as Michael had split him on a Conceptual level. Even if the Rank 1 Demon Monarch had hidden fragnts of his soul elsewhere, those fragnts would crumble into nothingness as well.

A complete and irreversible death.

If only he hadn’t called Michael his equal in terms of Sword Intent, Michael might have battled him for a few minutes just to get a feel for his new abilities.

But alas, so mistakes could never be corrected.

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On another part of the battlefield, Mitchelle could be seen battling her own opponents. There was no rush in Mitchelle’s movents. She unleashed one devastating attack after another, erasing millions of kilotres of terrain as though it were nothing. Mountains vanished. Oceans evaporated. Entire battlefields ceased to exist beneath her power.

At this point in ti, and at this scale of power, Mitchelle no longer needed to cast spells. As soone who could now command the elents themselves and even create entirely new elents on a whim, why should she still be restricted by spells?

Her greatest power now was her mind. Her ingenuity.

Hundreds of Angels closed in from the side, each believing that as a Mage, close combat must surely be her weakness. But Mitchelle simply raised a hand, and imdiately everything halted in place.

She didn’t rely stop movent, she halted existence itself.

Everything within a million-kilotre radius froze. The Angels froze. The Demons froze. The air froze. Even ambient mana itself beca motionless, trapped within a mont that refused to progress.

And with a single thought from her, the Void was summoned as she twisted space inside out.

With that thought alone, everything within that radius was wiped from the surface of reality. Whether living or non-living, nothing survived the erasure. Matter, energy, souls, and concepts alike were swallowed by the endless darkness. Nothing but pure Void surrounded the area.

Mitchelle stared at it for a brief mont before vanishing from her position and allowing reality to flow once more. She appeared beyond the devastation she had just created. The mont she arrived on another battlefield, the Demons and Angels who sensed her presence imdiately snapped their heads toward her.

But before any of them could act, Mitchelle snapped her fingers, and a gigantic Star was instantly created. She hadn’t summoned it, no, she had created it through pure elental combination on the spot.

The Star expanded as the tattoo upon her forehead activated. She poured even more mana into the attack, drawing upon reserves beyond her mana core itself, which spoke volus about the sheer scale of what she was creating. The Star continued to expand with ridiculous efficiency while remaining perfectly under her control.

Anthony had expanded the Rogue Planet to accommodate quadrillions of beings from two Lower Galaxies. One had to understand that at this mont, the Rogue Planet was incomprehensibly vast. Yet Mitchelle was unleashing an attack capable of covering one-tenth of such a world. Even with all the benefits granted by her abilities, enhanced mana control, reduced mana consumption, and countless other advantages, she still bled from her nose while maintaining such an attack.

Without any further delay, she dropped the gigantic Star. A Star that spanned one-tenth of the entire Rogue Planet.

And with that, a reality-warping cataclysm descended upon the battlefield. People didn’t even understand what was happening before they were erased from existence. Their defenses were futile. Their techniques were useless. Their resistance ant nothing.

The Star’s overwhelming power had been scaled to match its size. A dazzling incandescent brilliance of pure white and golden light consud everything.

But Mitchelle didn’t stop there, no, she pushed herself even further, as the Star descended, she simultaneously manipulated Space, Ti, Vitality, Soul, Void, Fate, and Destiny on the exact sa scale as the attack itself. Every ally from the Acarnis Galaxy within that one-tenth radius was imdiately protected, relocated, and transported safely to the remaining nine-tenths of the battlefield.

Truly, she was the Elental Witch Of Destruction.