MIGHT AS WELL BE OP

The lowland was eerily quiet, the jagged mountains towering above like silent sentinels, their sharp edges cutting into the blood-red sky.

The air was thick with the oppressive weight of chaos, swirling in ominous currents that seemed to twist the very fabric of reality.

The ground beneath Spectre's boots cracked and groaned under the immense pressure, the atmosphere itself a battleground of untold power.

Spectre's katana gleamed in the dim light, his grip firm, his stance perfect.

He was surrounded by the remnants of his fellow students, who fought valiantly but were already outclassed by the overwhelming number of demons.

Demons of all ranks—F to SSS—moved in a coordinated assault, their bloodshot eyes gleaming with malice.

They all had been fighting for over an hour now with no sign of the enemies number dwindling.

But Spectre was focused on one target: Kush.

Kush stood with an air of utmost casual arrogance.

His figure was a perfect contrast to Spectre's intensity; tall, composed, and impossibly calm.

The elf was a master of both wind and lightning elements, his aura shimmering like a storm waiting to burst.

Despite the chaos of the battlefield around them, Kush's attention never wavered from Spectre.

He was waiting, studying him like a predator savoring its prey.

"You've done well to last this long, but this is where it ends, Spectre"

Kush said, his voice a taunting melody.

"I almost admire your tenacity"

Spectre didn't respond.

He couldn't afford to.

He knew his fellow students were fighting for their lives, but he also knew that no matter how strong they were, they stood no chance against the sheer numbers of their foes.

He couldn't protect them, he had no time for that.

Not when the battle with Kush was at hand.

The elf's sword pulsed with a crackling energy as he lazily unsheathed it.

The wind began to swirl around him, the blade gleaming with a cold, merciless light.

Kush's stance was relaxed, almost lazy.

He was at the king realm, three ranks above Spectre, and he knew it.

Spectre's heart pounded in his chest, but his focus remained sharp, the weight of his katana grounding him in the moment.

Without a word, Kush moved, a blur of wind and lightning.

His sword slashed forward with incredible speed, a single motion that left a trail of crackling energy in its wake.

Spectre barely managed to raise his katana in time, the two blades clashing with a sound like thunder, the shockwave of the impact sending a ripple through the air.

Spectre's eyes widened as he felt the force of the blow travel through his body, his muscles straining to absorb the impact.

His feet slid slightly on the rocky terrain, but he managed to hold his ground.

He met Kush's eyes, and for a brief moment, the elf's lips curled into a smirk.

"Impressive"

Kush murmured, stepping back with a fluid grace.

"But your strength will never match mine"

Spectre didn't offer any response.

Instead, he adjusted his stance, tightening his grip on the katana as a bolt of lightning surged through his body.

He had to move faster, be stronger, his own lightning element crackled to life, infusing his limbs with a newfound surge of power.

He was faster now, his instincts sharpening, his reflexes quickening.

With a swift motion, Spectre lunged forward.

[Spectre Technique: Katana Series: Calm Waver]

The katana sliced through the air with a graceful, controlled arc, the blade humming with energy as it cut through the space between them.

Kush, however, responded with effortless ease.

He raised his sword to deflect the strike, the blades meeting with a crackling sound that echoed across the valley.

Sparks flew, illuminating the darkened atmosphere for a brief, brilliant moment.

The light cast shadows that danced across the battlefield, highlighting the destruction that was taking place all around them.

Kush's smirk deepened as he spun with the deflection, his own sword following through with a precise, devastating strike.

[Spectre Technique: Katana Series: Alternating Swing]

Spectre parried the blow, his katana sweeping upwards and then down in an alternating motion, catching the elf's sword with a loud clash.

The shockwave from their clash sent ripples through the air, the force of their battle shaking the very earth around them.

The ground cracked open in places, and boulders tumbled down the jagged cliffs.

Yet neither combatant seemed to notice.

Their battle was pure, focus on anything else was an afterthought.

"You move well for someone of your rank"

Kush said, his tone dripping with mockery.

"But it won't be enough"

Spectre gritted his teeth, his eyes narrowing.

He was already pushing himself past his limits, but he could feel the gap between them widening.

Kush was toying with him, but Spectre wouldn't give in. Not yet.

With a sudden burst of speed, Spectre closed the distance between them again, his katana arcing downward in a lightning-quick strike.

[Spectre Technique: Katana Series: One Way]

The blow was fast, precise, and filled with intent.

But once again, Kush was ready, his sword moved with the fluid grace of a dancer, deflecting Spectre's katana with a single, effortless motion.

Sparks flew in all directions as the two blades met, the light briefly illuminating the chaos around them, trees splintering, rocks shattering, and demons clashing against one another in a battle for survival.

The sheer force of the impact sent Spectre stumbling backward, but he regained his footing quickly, his instincts sharpening with every exchange.

Kush's grin widened as he saw the effort in Spectre's eyes, his own power unconcerned by the struggle.

He wasn't even sweating, his speed, his strength, it was all too much.

Spectre, however, refused to back down.

He took a deep breath, drawing upon his mana and aura to fuel his next technique.

His body surged with power as he drew the energy into his blade, the katana humming with raw intensity.

[Spectre Technique: Katana Series: Thunderstrike]

A bolt of lightning shot through the katana, crackling along the blade as Spectre swung it with all his might.

The strike was blinding, the electric surge leaving a trail of destruction in its wake as it shot toward Kush.

But Kush was faster.

With a graceful leap, the elf spun in mid-air, narrowly avoiding the bolt of lightning as it tore through the earth beneath him.

The ground exploded in a shower of rocks and dirt, but Kush landed without a scratch.

His sword was already moving again, the blade singing through the air as he countered.

[Spectre Technique: Katana Series: Rising Torrent]

Spectre deflected the blow with a precise parry, his katana catching Kush's blade with a sharp clang.

The force of the strike sent a shockwave through the air, but this time, Spectre's instincts were sharper.

He flowed with the momentum, his sword following through in a fluid arc, catching Kush off-guard.

For a brief moment, he thought he saw a flicker of surprise in the elf's eyes, but it was gone almost instantly.

"Impressive"

Kush said, his tone still taunting,

"But it's only a matter of time before you break"

And just as quickly as it had begun, the battle turned once again.

Kush was relentless, his sword moving with deadly precision, his every strike a calculated effort to wear down Spectre.

The sound of steel on steel echoed through the valley, sparks dancing through the air with each clash.

The light from their weapons illuminated the battlefield, casting long shadows that twisted and writhed as the two combatants moved in a deadly dance.

For every strike Spectre landed, Kush countered two or three.

His movements were flawless, his technique beyond anything Spectre had ever seen.

And yet, Spectre fought on, his will unyielding, his body pushing itself to its absolute limits.

Spectre's breathing became ragged as the battle wore on, his strength waning.

He was fighting an uphill battle, his body screaming in protest with every movement.

But he couldn't stop. He wouldn't stop. Not when his comrades were still fighting, not when they still had a chance.

With a final, desperate effort, Spectre summoned the last of his lightning power, augmenting his speed and strength in a final burst of energy.

His katana crackled with electricity as he closed the distance between them once more, his blade arcing toward Kush's chest.

But Kush was faster, his sword flashed out like a serpent striking, a single, precise movement that cut through the air.

The clash was deafening, the sound of steel on steel echoing through the coulee as the force of their swords sent shockwaves through the ground.

Kush's voice, almost gentle now, broke through the chaos.

"You've done well to last this long, Spectre, but this is where it ends."

Spectre's vision blurred as he staggered back, his body on the verge of collapse.

His breath came in ragged gasps, and his legs trembled beneath him.

He could feel the weight of the battle pulling him down, his body failing to keep up with his will.

Kush raised his sword, his movements slow and deliberate.

"Goodbye, Spectre"

And as the elf's blade descended, Spectre knew it was over.

The 'final' blow was inevitable.

He knew he stood no chance, he couldn't magically jump three realms and fight the King rank elf equally.

With a single fluid motion, Kush's blade descended, a deadly arc aimed directly for Spectre's chest.

The wind howled, and the ground beneath them seemed to quake, the very atmosphere bracing for the deathblow that would end Spectre's struggle.

Spectre, his strength completely spent, could barely lift his katana in defense.

His movements were sluggish, his vision fading as his arms grew heavier.

His katana lowered in a feeble attempt to block, but he knew it was futile.

His body was too weak, his senses too dulled.

He had fought with everything he had, but it had never been enough.

The sound of the approaching sword was deafening, the crack of energy rippling through the air as Kush's blade descended with unstoppable force.

And then, just as the sword was about to cleave through Spectre's chest, a gust of wind exploded through the air, sending a shockwave through the battlefield.

The ground trembled beneath their feet as a streak of light flashed across the sky, falling toward them with astonishing speed.

Kush's eyes widened for a brief moment, the faintest trace of surprise flashing across his face.

He instinctively raised his sword to block, but it was too late.

From the sky, a figure descended with the force of a meteor, crashing into the earth with an explosion of light and wind that sent the surrounding demons scattering, their momentary panic giving them a brief reprieve.

The impact created a massive crater, the force of it shaking the ground and causing rocks to fall from the surrounding cliffs.

A figure emerged from the crater, tall, powerful, and radiating an aura of immense strength.

His presence was enough to freeze the air around him.

Anthony had arrived.

"Forgive my timing; I trust it's sufficient"

Anthony said, his voice calm but filled with authority as he stepped forward, his feet leaving cracks in the earth with every step.

His aura surged around him like a tidal wave, an overwhelming force that caused the very atmosphere to quiver.

Kush's expression shifted, no longer the confident, taunting figure he had been moments ago.

Instead, a flicker of wariness crossed his features as he sized up Anthony.

The elf's posture stiffened, his eyes narrowing.

"You've arrived"

Kush said, his tone measured but tense.

"I should have known"

Anthony didn't respond immediately, his attention flicking briefly to Spectre, who was barely standing, his face pale and covered in blood.

Spectre's body was slumped, his katana hanging loosely at his side, the faintest trace of life still flickering within him.

Anthony's gaze hardened, his features set in a grim expression.

"Get back, Spectre"

Anthony said, his voice cutting through the battlefield like a blade.

His aura flared as he advanced, his steps unwavering and confident.

"Your resolve has been proven; let me handle the rest"

Spectre, with great effort, lifted his head to look at Anthony.

His body trembled, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.

He wanted to speak, to say something, anything, but the words caught in his throat.

He could only nod weakly, knowing that his fight was over.

Although he could just heal himself and continue the fight, he knew it won't change the outcome.

If Anthony hadn't arrived, he would have just ran away by activating the Spatial Mark skill.

Anthony turned his gaze back to Kush, his eyes narrowing as he measured the elf before him.

The air around them crackled with tension, the atmosphere charged with the weight of the two powers facing each other.

Kush's confidence had returned, but there was a visible shift in his demeanor as he recognized the true threat in front of him.

"You're a bit late to the party"

Kush said, his voice no longer mocking, but tinged with a quiet respect.

"I never imagined I'd encounter one of your prowess here, particularly in a student. It seems the rumors of your unmatched skill were well-founded"

Anthony smirked slightly, the corners of his mouth twitching.

"Better late than never, right?"

His tone was laced with amusement, but there was no mistaking the deadly edge beneath it.

"I'm afraid I can't let you finish what you started."

Kush's grip tightened on his sword, the wind around him beginning to intensify, swirling into a vicious tempest.

His eyes locked onto Anthony's, the challenge in them undeniable.

"You've been warned"

Kush said quietly, the wind beginning to bend to his will, surrounding him in a vortex of power.

Anthony's eyes flared with a sudden intensity, his aura expanding outward like a hurricane of force.

The wind and lightning crackled around him, but it wasn't just those elements.

Anthony's entire being seemed to radiate with a power that rivaled the forces of nature itself.

"Let's see if you're ready to face me"

Anthony said, his voice cold and commanding.

The ground beneath their feet groaned under the weight of their power, the earth cracking and splintering as the two behemoth prepared to clash.

Behind them, the battle between the demons and the students continued to rage, but the focus of the battlefield had shifted.

The demons, momentarily distracted by Anthony's arrival, were now pausing, uncertain of what would happen next.

Some were retreating, sensing the overwhelming presence of the new challenger, while others held their ground, sensing that their fate had not yet been sealed.

But none of the demons dared to approach the two combatants.

Their battle would be a legend in its own right.

As the tension between Anthony and Kush thickened, the students watched in awe, struggling to comprehend the sheer magnitude of power they were witnessing.

Spectre's final battle had been fought with everything he had, but it had been Anthony's timely arrival that would change the course of this conflict.

The students, many of whom had only seen death and destruction in the past moments, now found a flicker of hope in the chaos.

The air around them was still, as if holding its breath, awaiting the next move.

With a final glance at Spectre, Anthony's smile faded, replaced with a quiet, deadly seriousness.

He was ready.

And Kush, for the first time in their encounter, seemed to acknowledge that.

Spectre's battle, though nearly lost, had set the stage for a clash of colossi that would reshape the fate of all.

And in that moment, as the winds howled and the earth trembled beneath them, they blinked out of existence with a thunderous explosion.