Pressure spiked as they moved, the temperature rising as showers of sparks from their collisions filled the air. The atmosphere became heavy, too heavy for the lungs, too heavy for anyone to breathe, but did any of that concern them? Definitely not Anthony. Definitely not Lucian. Their bodies had been shaped and refined to the point where they could endure days without oxygen. Pressure and heat meant nothing to them now. Only this moment mattered. Only this madness. Only this apocalypse. Only the spar, only the clash between them, only the existence of the other gave meaning to everything else.

The world became a blur in their vision, colors erased, reality stripped of anything that existed beyond the battle itself. Their duel was a swift storm, each parry and counterattack roaring in defiance of the other's skill. Their blades hissed through the air, every strike leaving behind a whisper of death, a promise of annihilation. They moved in perfect synchronization, their swords meeting like magnets dragged together by the raw, merciless force of combat.

Steel met steel in a violent dance of sparks, every glancing blow adding to the crackling energy that saturated the battlefield. Their duel possessed a brutal elegance, each crossing of blades like strokes painted upon an invisible canvas of war and ruin. They fought like phantoms, their movements ghostly yet devastating, blades flashing through the air as though tearing through the very fabric of existence. Each clash rang out like a tolling bell, signaling not merely battle, but the reckoning of two unbreakable spirits colliding head-on.

They fought as if time itself had come to a standstill, every heartbeat stretched thin, every strike suspended within eternity. Their swords carved blazing paths of light through the screaming air, each swing telling a story of mastery, willpower, and unrestrained fury. The intensity between them was palpable, their blades like tongues of flame that consumed hesitation, doubt, and mercy alike. Their movements flowed as though guided by fate itself, every clash echoing rivalries older than history.

Yet despite the chaos, they kept moving. Each time it seemed the pressure of the battlefield had reached its absolute limit, they shattered it entirely. They knew no boundaries, no confinement, no concept of stopping. There was only forward motion, only momentum, only the purity of movement carried by instinct and honed by countless battles.

In the next instant, the entire rocky terrain beneath them trembled violently under the sheer intensity of their cataclysmic clash. Though the land attempted to repair and heal itself in real time, it simply could not keep pace with the destruction they unleashed. Their madness far outstripped whatever mechanisms sustained the battlefield until now. And then, in a moment of pure unrestrained annihilation, the entire rocky plane shattered.

Explosions tore through the already fragile air as massive pillars of stone collapsed and crumbled, erased by nothing more than the force carried within their blades. Zones fractured, mountains were reduced to dust, and the very core of the plane screamed as it was torn apart. Two monsters wearing human skin reduced the battlefield to nothing.

A seismic earthquake ripped through the land, stretching across kilometers without end. Even distant zones, once thought far removed, were obliterated in moments. Shockwaves tore through space itself, bending and warping the remnants of the plane as though reality were soft clay beneath their feet.

Distance had no meaning to them. One kilometer? Two? Ten? Twenty? Meaningless. They were masters of the sword. Their katanas recognized no limitations, not even the concept of distance itself. With each exchange, the entire separate plane began collapsing from the outside inward, unable to withstand the magnitude of their presence.

The destruction Kingsley and Aura Nova had achieved through layered abilities and complex skills, Anthony and Lucian matched, and surpassed, with nothing but pure physical madness and ultimate swordsmanship.

There was no mana. No Sword Intent. No refined technique. No augmentation. Just raw physical strength, terrifying speed, and the fundamental motions of slash and thrust. Yet again and again, they reduced entire separate planes to nothing, erasing them from existence as though they had never been.

Explosions continued to erupt as the plane was erased entirely by two katanas. Space itself folded and screamed as the final remnants of the battlefield were consumed. In a blur beyond perception, Anthony and Lucian appeared upon a planet suspended in the void.

The moment their feet touched its surface, the planet groaned in protest. The crust fractured instantly, oceans rose in towering walls, and the atmosphere ignited from the sudden release of kinetic force. Their eyes snapped toward one another, sky-blue eyes locking with black ones. No words were exchanged. No signal given. No communication passed between them. None was needed.

In the next instant, they moved.

Their clash split the planet apart. Shockwaves ripped through the mantle, magma erupted in continent-wide infernos, and the core destabilized in a fraction of a second. The sky shattered into fire as tectonic plates tore free, entire landmasses flung into orbit like debris. Billions of lives were erased before thought could form, cities vanishing into dust, civilizations reduced to echoes that would never be remembered. The planet screamed as it died, collapsing inward and outward simultaneously, until nothing remained but fragments drifting through space.

Anthony and Lucian did not look back. They were already accustomed to felling planets. Life, regardless of its form, held no value before the sword.

In a blinding flash, they appeared atop a sun.

The star roared beneath them, its surface boiling in endless nuclear fury. Solar flares erupted wildly as their presence distorted its equilibrium. Their weapons tore through the air like spiders weaving threads of destruction, each movement slicing through plasma and light alike. Their speed remained constant, yet continued to rise, never dipping below its current threshold for even a fraction of a moment.

Then Anthony's katana flashed downward from above, cleaving through layers of stellar pressure. Lucian's surged upward from below, piercing into the heart of the sun itself. With that titanic melody of impact, the sun tore itself apart. It imploded violently, its core collapsing inwards before erupting outward in a catastrophic release of energy. Waves of searing heat and radiation expanded across space, vaporizing nearby celestial bodies, bending light, and scouring entire star systems clean.

But they were already gone.

They reappeared within the vast beauty of a nebula, clouds of cosmic dust and radiant gas stretching endlessly in every direction. For a fleeting moment, the nebula glowed brighter, as if reacting to their arrival.

Then they moved.

The moment they flashed through it, the nebula collapsed. Gravitational forces twisted violently, the delicate balance shattered beyond repair. The nebula folded in on itself, compressing into a blinding singular surge before detonating outward with galaxy-erasing force. Stars were born and annihilated in the same instant, space torn apart by cascading waves of destruction that rippled endlessly through the void.

Nothing existed that could not be cleaved by their katanas. To obstruct them was to be erased. To stand in their way was to be diced and sliced without mercy.

They became two streaks of motion tearing through the galaxy, carving paths of devastation without pause or regret. Entire systems vanished behind them, reduced to debris and fading radiation. The galaxy itself seemed to sigh beneath the weight of their destruction, as though acknowledging the inevitability of their passage.

Anthony and Lucian could not care less.

They were savages of the sword, madmen of the katana. Servants to the blade. Slaves to the path of the sword.

They knew only the sword. The sword was unstoppable.

The sword was law. The sword was justice. The sword was the sword. And the sword was the katana.

And all shall hail the katana.

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