MIGHT AS WELL BE OP-Chapter 472: Genetic Manipulation

With a thunderous boom, an entire mountain crumbled, collapsing atop whatever force had hurled itself into its heart.

Boulders tumbled, stones rained down, and clouds of dust surged skyward in chaotic plumes.

Then, with a deep, resonant creak, the shattered rocks began to shift.

From the settling rubble, Anthony emerged, silent, resolute, and untouched by the ruin that sought to bury him.

'This one's proving to be quite the nuisance'

Anthony mused, eyes fixed on the Exarch rank demon who stood unnervingly composed, returning his gaze without a flicker of emotion.

Sword Intent coiled around Anthony like a living force, silent, sharp, and suffused with deadly purpose, circling both his form and the blade of his katana in subtle arcs of power.

Without a word or motion, Anthony disappeared.

With a single thought, the Concealment skill activated, and he slipped from the fabric of existence, leaving not even a whisper behind.

The Exarch rank demon remained composed, though Anthony had vanished beyond perception, he showed no sign of fear or confusion.

He simply stood still, serene, expectant, awaiting the inevitable clash.

Behind him, space wavered.

Anthony emerged from the silence like a ghost, his katana already descending with the weight and brilliance of a dying star, aimed to cleave through certainty itself.

The demon's instincts roared to life, a primal warning that surged through every fiber of his being.

He twisted around with blinding speed, but he was a heartbeat too late.

Anthony's katana carved through the air, its edge slashing across the demon's shoulder.

Yet the expected spray of black blood never came. Instead, Anthony felt it, a jarring tremor running up his blade, into his arm.

The strike had met not flesh, but the hardened defiance of armor reinforced by a potent layer of Sword Intent. It was like cleaving into a mountain wrapped in will.

'Such formidable defense'

Anthony thought, narrowing his eyes.

His katana was bound to his cultivation, it drew its sharpness and strength from the depth of his mana rank.

And against an Exarch-rank opponent, that alone wasn't enough to carve through reinforced armor infused with intent.

The only reason he had managed to wound the Executioner earlier was simple: he had struck where no armor shielded, an exposed gap, not a flaw in the armor, but a brief vulnerability in position.

Before Anthony could finish his thoughts, the demon was upon him, silent, sudden, and deadly.

The sabre in his hand carved a ruthless arc toward Anthony's neck.

In that instant, Anthony's perception surged to its peak. Time seemed to slow as his senses expanded, analyzing every twitch, every shift in air.

His body dropped low, center of gravity shifting with fluid precision. He dipped to the side just as the sabre howled past, cleaving through the space where his head had been a heartbeat ago.

The wind split violently in its wake.

But the demon wasn't finished.

His other hand snapped forward like a viper, aiming straight for Anthony's throat, fast, precise, and lethal.

Yet it met nothing.

Anthony phased through the strike, his form slipping just beyond reach like a mirage unraveling.

With seamless grace, he shifted his body again, flowing around the demon's momentum.

His left hand rose, and from it, a dark, shifting substance pulsed and writhed, an ominous liquid gathering at his fingertips.

In one fluid motion, his outstretched hand made contact with the Exarch demon's wrist.

Then, he vanished, a faint smile curving his lips as he disappeared from sight.

Anthony reappeared in a new position, his gaze locked onto the demon. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

He had unleashed his Poison Body skill, infusing the demon's very essence with a corrosive venom.

The demon's eyes narrowed, flickering down to his hands, now tinged with a sickly green, as if decaying from within.

But in the next instant, the furrow in his brow smoothed away.

The green receded, his hands darkening once more, as though the poison had never touched him.

'Don't tell me...'

Anthony's eyes widened in shock as realization dawned.

'He's immune to poisons'

The thought settled coldly in his mind.

Then, with a sudden, heavy sigh, Anthony spoke, his voice steady but tinged with reluctant acceptance.

"I didn't want to use this move... but it seems you leave me no choice"

The Exarch demon remained unfazed, responding only by advancing slowly toward Anthony's position, every step deliberate and unhurried.

Anthony smiled once more, calm, assured, and with a fluid, deliberate motion, he sheathed his katana.

Anthony raised a hand, and in an instant, an unfamiliar, radiant energy began to coalesce around his palm, pure white and pulsating with overwhelming intensity.

The demon halted abruptly, a cold shiver crawling down his spine.

Instinctively, he took a cautious step backward.

But Anthony was already moving, striking before the demon could fully retreat.

Anthony's palm glowed brighter as his lips parted, voice steady and commanding.

[Quantum Manipulation: Particle Disintegration]

A blinding white light erupted, swallowing the morning sun in an abyssal brilliance that bleached the world in pure radiance.

From this searing void, a concentrated beam of energy surged forth, aimed directly at the Exarch demon.

The demon reacted instantly, knowing evasion was impossible.

His muscles tensed, veins darkening like serpents beneath his skin.

Sword Intent flared violently around his body and sabre, thickening the air with raw power.

With a swift, precise arc, he swung his sabre at the approaching ray, aiming to cleave the piercing light in two.

With an earth-shattering roar, the two forces collided in a devastating explosion.

The ground trembled violently beneath their feet as an earthquake surged through the battlefield.

Trees were blasted backward like fragile kites torn from their strings as they disintegrated, while deep fissures cracked open the earth's surface.

Two swirling maelstroms of destructive energy pulsed outward, consuming everything in their destructive wake.

From the swirling smoke and choking dust, a figure was hurled forth like a cannonball.

His body ricocheted violently across the cracked earth, sending towering geysers of sand erupting like a towering wall before crashing back down.

He carved a deep trench with every brutal impact, tearing the battlefield asunder in his wild descent.

Finally, with a final, bone-jarring slam, his battered form came to rest, collapsing into a newly formed sinkhole.

Black blood seeped slowly from his wounds, pooling darkly around his broken body.

But he lived.

The fierce resilience of his Sword Intent had softened the brutal impact, shielding him from fatal injury.

He wasted no time lingering in the pit.

With the practiced urgency of a seasoned warrior, his battered form surged upward, wounds knitting rapidly closed beneath the fierce glow of his intent.

His eyes, sharp, burning with killing intent, pierced through the swirling sand and dust, locking onto Anthony, who stood motionless, waiting.

The demon possessed two rare talents: absolute immunity to all poisons and toxins, and the fearsome ability of Bone Manipulation.

He had already relied on his poison immunity to shrug off Anthony's poison.

Now, he prepared to unleash his second talent.

Fixing his gaze on Anthony, a tempest of chaotic energy surged from deep within his core.

The very air trembled as his voice rang out, carrying the fury of the battlefield itself.

Marrow Quake

At the demon's command, thousands of jagged bone spikes erupted violently from the earth, blanketing the battlefield across kilometers.

Each spike soared nearly ten meters high, an impassable forest of deadly shards.

Anthony, however, did not flinch nor attempt to evade.

His voice rang out with a calm tone.

[Quantum Manipulation: Particle Scramble]

In an instant, the bone spikes began to crumble, their very particles unraveling as if corroded from within, dissolving into harmless dust before they could reach him.

But the Exarch rank demon was far from finished.

With another word, he activated another deadly skill.

Ribcage Zone

In an instant, a colossal ribcage of jagged bones materialized high above Anthony, twisting downward in a spiraling descent.

The massive bones interlocked, forming an impenetrable dome that sealed him within.

From the bone fortress, razor-sharp shards of varying shapes shot outward with ear-splitting speed, a deadly hailstorm converging on Anthony.

Yet, unfazed, Anthony calmly activated Infinity, halting every attack midair, freezing the storm of bones as if time itself had been suspended.

To Anthony, the battle had already ended the moment he activated Quantum Manipulation.

His expression remained calm and detached.

With a single thought, reality bent to his will.

The bone dome around him shuddered then erupted outward in a deafening blast.

A cyclone of shattered bone spiraled into the air, disintegrating as it was flung away, reduced to fragments and dust under the weight of his thought.

Before the demon could even begin to channel his next technique, Anthony had already moved.

[Quantum Manipulation: Absolute Stasis]

In an instant, the world stopped.

Time, space, reality itself, bent and then halted at his command.

The winds stilled.

The dust froze midair.

The tremors across the battlefield ceased as if existence held its breath.

It didn't matter if one was a mere Corporal or a Warlord, their bodies were locked in place, suspended in the unyielding grip of absolute stillness.

Every heartbeat, every breath, every flicker of motion was silenced by Anthony's overwhelming will.

Only one being moved freely in this frozen world: Anthony himself.

Anthony walked toward the immobilized demon with calm, deliberate steps, his presence alone bending the air with silent authority.

As he approached, his voice broke the stillness.

"I suppose it's time to test a new ability I developed during a century of training"

He stopped directly in front of the Exarch demon, whose body remained frozen in absolute stasis, powerless, motionless.

Raising his hand, Anthony gently placed his palm against the demon's forehead.

His voice echoing in the silence as he spoke.

[Quantum Manipulation: Genetic Manipulation]

An unknown energy surged from Anthony's palm, flowing directly into the demon's skull like a divine current rewriting the laws of nature.

The radiant pulse coursed through the demon's veins, flooding every cell, every strand of DNA, twisting, reshaping, remaking.

His blackened skin paled in an instant, drained of its infernal hue.

His once shadowy hair ignited into a deep crimson red.

The demonic tail shriveled and dissolved into the ether.

His claws retracted into smooth, elegant fingers, and his jagged teeth elongated, not like a beast's, but with the refined menace of a predator born to rule the night.

Most striking of all, his obsidian eyes burned a fierce blood-red, glowing like rubies under moonlight.

Anthony wasn't just subduing the demon, he was rewriting his very nature.

If anyone had been present to witness it, they would've doubted the truth of their own eyes.

What Anthony had just done defied logic, nature, and every known law of creation.

He didn't merely suppress the demonic genes, he rewrote them.

Every strand of demonic DNA was meticulously unraveled, erased, and overwritten with the code of an entirely different species.

An unnatural metamorphosis, executed with surgical precision under the will of Quantum Manipulation.

And now, where once stood an Exarch ranked demon, brimming with chaos and corruption, there stood something entirely different.

An Exarch ranked vampire.

Yet no less powerful.

And completely transformed.

"Although I would love to see your reaction unfortunately, I don't have the time"

Anthony's voice was calm, almost wistful, as he gazed at his creation, eyes gleaming with intrigue and satisfaction.

How many beings across existence could claim the power to rewrite a race?

To sculpt life itself in their image?

Very few. Perhaps only one.

A soft hum resonated as a blue flame ignited from Anthony's palm, engulfing the newly reborn vampire in a silent blaze.

There was no scream, no resistance, just swift, elegant annihilation.

In mere seconds, the Exarch ranked vampire was reduced to nothingness, devoured by ethereal fire.

With a single thought, Anthony released his grip on reality.

And the world lurched forward once more.

The carnage erupted back to life as though time had never stopped.

Anthony stood still, calm, as the screams of war crashed against his ears like violent waves.

The clash of steel and the roar of battle cries echoed across the battlefield, each one laced with urgency and desperation.

Commanders barked orders in every direction, their voices nearly drowned beneath the chaos.

Healers darted between the wounded, hands glowing as they worked tirelessly to mend broken bodies.

"Let's heal a few soldiers, shall we?"

He murmured, his tone calm amidst the storm.

With that, his figure ascended into the sky, a silent promise of retribution radiating from him as he prepared to enter the fray once more, but as a healer this time.