MIGHT AS WELL BE OP
Chapter 582 - 582: Slap

The sensation of Death gripped almost everyone within the aircraft as an immense and overwhelming aura slammed into it from above.

Minds slowed; thought processes seemed to grind to a halt in the face of such oppressive power. Their gazes instinctively snapped upward, as though trying to peer through the aircraft's metallic ceiling in hopes of seeing the source of this pressure.

Their own auras flared simultaneously as their bodies attempted to respond out of sheer instinct. But it was futile. Under such an immense, suffocating pressure, resistance felt utterly meaningless.

Above them, the man who had raised his hand now swung it down, descending like a Judge's hammer cast from the heavens themselves.

A crescent moon-shaped, blood-red attack came tearing down toward Anthony's aircraft from the skies above, slicing through the clouds and the very air as though they were nothing more than thin paper.

The team watched in pure horror as the attack hurtled towards them, its malevolent energy promising nothing but obliteration. Their lives flashed before their eyes. In that moment, they could do nothing but watch helplessly.

Their talents meant absolutely nothing here. Artifacts and weapons held no value if one couldn't even activate them. Every preparation they had made crumbled beneath the suffocating weight of the man's mere presence.

And yet, in the midst of chaos, Anthony sat with an eerie calm, his eyes gently closed. His movements were completely unrestricted, unaffected by the dread-inducing pressure.

As the attack approached, now only meters away from reducing the aircraft to a twisted heap of shredded metal and incinerated flesh, it suddenly stopped in mid-air. It froze, suspended as though Time itself had been halted.

Anthony had activated the newly unlocked Infinity Ability Function, enveloping the entire aircraft in a protective field with nothing more than a single thought.

His eyes slowly flickered open, now glowing with untold depth and clarity. In response, countless invisible threads unraveled throughout the aircraft. With barely a gesture, Anthony activated the Authority of Severance, severing the immense aura that had bound his teammates in place.

Dale, Reynold, Kingsley, Spectre, Clement, and Vega instantly felt their bodies return to their control. They didn't hesitate. They didn't speak. Mana and spiritual energy erupted around them as their muscles coiled, ready to leap into action. V*i.s^i$t& My V#ir*t*ual L@i-b*ra!ry E%m@pire (@MV$L#E$MP*YR)# for mo#r&e#.

"Don't bother," Anthony said calmly. His voice sliced through the tense air like a blade. "You can't handle him."

With that, he rose from his seat.

Above, the man remained floating, his crimson eyes narrowed as he stared at his own attack, still hanging in the sky, unmoving. Even the aura he had projected earlier had vanished completely.

"Interesting," the man murmured to himself, his voice smooth and curious.

He was about to shoot forward toward Anthony's aircraft, but before he could even blink, a voice slammed directly into his consciousness.

"Indeed."

His red eyes calmly shifted to the side, meeting a pair of composed, piercing blue ones staring directly at him.

The man's expression remained unreadable, as though he had anticipated Anthony's sudden appearance. But he hadn't.

'How?' The man couldn't help but wonder. Although he didn't possess a spatial affinity, at his level, he could sense spatial fluctuations with near-perfect clarity. And yet, he had sensed nothing at all.

But how could he, when Anthony hadn't teleported through conventional means?

Anthony had simply severed the distance between them. He had discovered a method that left no spatial fluctuation, no trace or ripple to be felt or detected.

"Who would have thought you could stop an attack from me?" the man said coolly as he hovered effortlessly in the air.

"Hoo... You speak like a big shot," Anthony replied, smiling faintly. "But aren't you just a slave to the Second Supreme?"

"So you know? Then you should die happily," the man said, his voice dipping into menace. In the next second, his mana surged violently, and he's eyes shone, attempting to seize control over Anthony's blood.

But immediately, he frowned. He felt it.

Anthony's blood was like a mountain, immovable and absolute.

Before the man could even react, Anthony appeared directly in front of him. Then came the sound, a sharp, crisp slap that echoed like thunder in the night.

Anthony had slapped the living daylights out of him.

The man's head snapped violently to the side, pain exploding across his left cheek. His mind faltered in stunned disbelief.

A human? A mere human had slapped him?

Before he could complete that thought, another slap came from the opposite side, striking his right cheek with tremendous force and snapping his head the other way. His body was flung across the sky as Anthony's slap carried enough strength to distort the air itself.

The vampire quickly stabilized himself mid-air, fury burning in his eyes. Blood coiled under his control as millions of crescent-shaped blood blades erupted into the sky, painting it a terrifying red.

But Anthony didn't move, not an inch. He simply watched.

As the blood attacks approached within five meters of him, they stopped mid-flight, as though afraid to touch him.

The previous limitations of the Infinity Ability had long been shattered. Once, figures like his father or the Supreme Monarchs could bypass it, for it was merely a subtype of spatial manipulation.

But now, it had evolved. It could halt anything within this galaxy. Even the Spirit King could not lay a finger on Anthony unless Anthony allowed it.

Anthony floated silently, eyes filled with calm boredom. Then, suddenly, his Mental Simulation Ability under the Sense Dome activated. He had already calculated the enemy's next move before the man had even made it.

The vampire appeared beside Anthony again, as though warping through blood to any place his essence had touched. But before he could move, he froze.

Within the Sense Dome, Anthony could paralyze any entity for three seconds. And that was all he needed.

Anthony's hand blurred forward. Another slap screamed through the air toward the man's cheek once more, but just before contact, the vampire vanished, reappearing beside the first attack he had launched at Anthony's aircraft earlier.

His gaze whipped upward, searching frantically for Anthony.

But Anthony was gone.

Not a trace remained.