MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 636: Cheerleader

Chapter 636: Cheerleader

The Demon King did not resist. He simply watched in silence, his eyes glimring faintly as the Mirror Dinsion folded into being.

He could tell exactly what was happening, Anthony was dragging him into another layer of existence, but still, he did not act.

There was no urgency in his movents, no spark of resistance. He rely floated with his hands behind his back, as though he were a guest politely allowing his host to arrange the scenery.

His gaze swept across the newly woven reality, scrutinizing it with a calm curiosity. The Mirror Dinsion stretched before him in its infinite stillness, an exact replica of the Blue Planet he had just left behind, down to the smallest details.

The forests were still there, the great oceans glead, mountains rose in their silent grandeur, and deserts sprawled endlessly beneath a barren sun. It was all familiar.

But it lacked locomotive life.

Descending gracefully from the sky, Azrath Kaelthar Morvanyx Doomrend’s feet touched the earth, the ground itself trembling faintly beneath his weight, as though acknowledging the presence of its new master.

"Impressive," he said at last, his voice carrying both amusent and approval as he observed the layered reality.

"Thank you," Anthony replied. His calm smile returned as his own boots touched down, his deanor composed and unshaken.

But his expression shifted instantly. A warning flared in his mind, his senses screaming of danger before the attack even arrived. Without hesitation, his body flickered to the side, his form blurring as he dodged.

A fist tore through the space he had just occupied. The sheer force of it obliterated kiloters of the Mirror Dinsion’s landscape, flattening mountains and erasing valleys. The shockwave rippled outward like a tidal wave of destruction.

But Anthony’s precognition scread again, more violently this ti. His eyes widened as he saw another punch already on its way, this ti aid straight for his gut. It was as though the Demon King had predicted his very evasion, anticipating him with absolute certainty.

The fist connected.

Pain erupted across Anthony’s body, a searing agony as though his insides were collapsing.

The impact hurled him backward like a ragdoll, his form streaking across the mirrored sky before crashing violently into a distant bungalow-like structure. The building crumbled instantly, its rubble cascading down over him in a cloud of dust and shattered stone.

The Mirror Dinsion itself seed to reel in disbelief, as though the very reality struggled to comprehend what it had just witnessed: the great Anthony struck so brutally, so decisively.

Slowly, the debris shifted. Stones tumbled aside. And from the wreckage, Anthony rose. His steps were steady, his movents deliberate. With one hand, he brushed the dust from his face, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

He could not rember the last ti he had been struck. Nor could he recall the last ti dirt and stone had dared to cling to his body. For an instant, nostalgia burned in his chest, not of pain, but of challenge.

He could have used Infinity to prevent the blow. But this was his chance to test against the man who called himself the Demon King.

And he would not squander it. That did not an, however, that he was reckless. If he sensed true life-threatening danger, he would activate Infinity without hesitation.

His eyes locked on the figure standing before him, hands calmly folded behind his back, as though he had not just shattered kiloters of space with a single strike.

With a blur, Anthony moved. His body cut through the air like lightning, his fist arcing toward the Demon King’s head with ferocious speed. The ground cracked beneath the montum, the air screaming as it was torn apart by his force.

But the Demon King rely lifted a single finger.

One finger.

The punch, which could have crushed stars, stopped cold against that finger as though striking an immovable wall.

Anthony’s eyes widened. For the first ti in a very long ti, he was stunned. Normally, he was the one halting others with effortless superiority. Never had the roles been reversed.

’He’s stronger than ... and faster,’ Anthony thought. ’That’s why I couldn’t dodge the second punch, even though I saw it coming.’

"I am certain you recognize the futility of what you are attempting, Anthony," Azrath Kaelthar Morvanyx Doomrend spoke, his tone steady and unhurried. His finger remained pressed against Anthony’s fist, effortlessly halting its montum as though it were nothing more than air.

"I see a man of courage and love before . A man prepared to lay down his life for his planet."

"You can save the pitch for the next person you want to recruit," Anthony’s voice cut sharply, his body flickering backward as he severed the exchange. His calm returned, his tone even.

"I’m not fighting you to save this planet. I’m fighting you because you ca here for . The two are not the sa."

Anthony was no saint.

Yes, he had visited orphanages. Yes, he had stord the Forsaken Cult’s strongholds to free innocents from tornt. Yes, he had occasionally saved strangers. But good deeds did not define him. A good heart did not an he would throw away his life for the sake of the world.

No. Between this planet and his life, Anthony would always choose himself. Himself, and those closest to him.

"I think you misunderstand sothing, Azrath Kaelthar Morvanyx Doomrend," Anthony said. Another curse rippled through his body at the utterance of the Demon King’s na.

"I am not so noble warrior who battles evil for the good of mankind. I do not fight for peace. I do not chase childish ideals. Good and evil exist together, side by side, two halves of the sa scale. And now, you and I stand upon that scale. One of us must fall. Which of us it will be, that is the only truth that matters."

For several monts, the Demon King stood silently, his expression unreadable. Finally, he spoke.

"...I see. I have misunderstood you. This is no grand crusade. No noble cause. It is simply a battle to the death." His tone shifted, cold and final. "Very well. From this mont onward, I will move with intent to end you once and for all."

Anthony chuckled softly, shaking his head. "You will be the one to fall from the scale today, mister Demon King. And I look forward to eting your true body when this is over."

He was about to activate another ability when the system chid.

[Ding]

[??? has decided to make things interesting by acknowledging the River of Ti’s request]

[??? says you should put more effort into this, and perhaps avoid being punched next ti]

[??? says he is cheering for you from nothingness]

[??? wonders aloud if he should don a cheerleader uniform]

[??? declares this is the perfect ti for a reunion]

[??? says he expects Absolute Cinema from this battle]

[??? has vanished]

[By the Authority of ???, the River of Ti’s request is acknowledged]

[The system forcefully summons the Ti Based Celestial, the River of Ti’s favored Child: Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos]

Suddenly, the Mirror Dinsion quaked. Space warped. Ti itself scread. Particles of temporal energy swirled with maddening intensity, consuming the battlefield in a storm of inevitability.

And then, a rift split open. A tear in the Mirror Dinsion, stitched not by quantum law but by the will of ti itself. From within, a man stepped forward.

He erged with calm grace, his presence paradoxical, both absent and overwhelming, both nowhere and everywhere.

His white hair shimred faintly, cascading like strands of starlight, resting upon his head as though it were a crown bestowed by Ti itself.

His eyes, however, drew all attention. They were not eyes but clocks, irises that ticked with infinite precision. Within them glimred the spectrum of the rainbow, each color etched with numbers, each number turning in silent synchrony.

Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos had arrived.