Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation Chapter 392 - 393

Just as Kyrian saw an opening materialize...

He knew.

This was the critical moment.

The remaining opponents would launch their assault now that his attention was divided between the initial two attackers.

With calculated precision, not a shred of hesitation, Kyrian shifted his focus.

Simultaneously.

The other two leaders finally made their move.

A saber and a sword, their deadly arcs originating from different angles, not directly opposed but converging, weaving a trap that was incredibly difficult to completely sidestep.

Both strikes were aimed with lethal intent at his most vulnerable points.

His back. His neck. His spine. His heart.

A primal warning shot up Kyrian’s spine, prickling the hairs on his neck.

He had just unleashed the Aura of Fire. His body was still reeling from the exertion, though not to the catastrophic degree he had experienced after wielding the Aura of Ice, which had nearly claimed his life. Still, his newly formed meridians throbbed with aches, and his very bones felt as though they were ablaze.

His altered physique was capable of enduring far greater stress than his previous one. The recently established meridians were now expansive and notably more resilient. The bones, fortified by the Heaven Bone, had remained uncracked.

However, his capacity was not infinite.

He would be unable to replicate such a feat immediately.

Therefore, his sole reliance was on his own eyes.

The world around him seemed to decelerate.

The incoming attacks became starkly clear, distinct, and decipherable.

The saber, a wickedly curved blade radiating compressed Fire Qi, descended in a sweeping arc, its trajectory aimed precisely at the juncture where his neck met his right shoulder.

The sword, a longer, straighter weapon pulsing with raw, vibrant energy, lunged directly towards his heart.

Kyrian pivoted sharply.

It wasn’t a complete rotation, merely a half-turn of his body, shaving precious fractions of a second off his evasion.

The saber grazed his shoulder, the edge tearing through the fabric of his robe, yet the skin beneath remained miraculously unharmed.

The sword whistled through the void where his head had been mere moments before, its passage so close that Kyrian felt the rush of displaced air graze his ear.

Then, he sprang upwards.

’BOOOOOM!’

With a devastating impact, both blows slammed into the earth at the exact same instant.

The entire mountainside shuddered, a violent tremor rippling across its face, dislodging rocks that cascaded in every direction.

A gaping crater, impossibly deep, materialized at the point of impact, exposing the bedrock far below.

Debris, ranging in size from pebbles to massive boulders, was hurled skyward.

Kyrian landed several paces away, his knees bending instinctively to absorb the shock of his descent.

He drew a deep, steadying breath.

And at last...

Irritation began to fester within him.

Up to this point, he had deliberately sought to sidestep direct confrontation. This was not prompted by fear, but rather by his ongoing struggle to fully comprehend his newfound capabilities. His transmuted body, his enhanced sight, his burgeoning connection to the element of fire… all of it was still too new. He desperately needed time to gauge the boundaries of his own power.

He had attempted dialogue. He had extended overtures, offering them opportunities.

But his patience had reached its absolute limit.

These four would not cease their pursuit. Not as long as they perceived him as a mere conduit to the inheritance of Ming Hai. Not while avarice flared like uncontrolled flames in their gazes.

Then, they would meet their demise.

A searing intensity flashed within his eyes.

A single, deliberate blink.

And fire materialized.

Not the volatile Aura, but pure flames erupting from his eyes, identical to the blaze that had previously scorched the old man’s sleeve.

Two of the leaders instantly detected the encroaching peril.

Their spiritual senses, honed to a razor's edge through decades of brutal combat, screamed out an urgent warning.

Both figures vanished from their positions with astonishing speed, not through any arcane teleportation, but via sheer velocity, their bodies reacting microseconds before their conscious minds could even issue a command.

Even so...

They could not evade the assault unscathed.

The spectral flames found purchase on their bodies.

Scorching marks bloomed across one man’s arms; red, seemingly superficial, yet undeniably painful.

The other felt the searing heat engulf his leg, heralding both his robe and the skin beneath.

Minor injuries, indeed.

But more than enough to instill a profound sense of dread within them.

Meanwhile...

The two individuals previously repelled by the Aura of Fire regrouped and returned to the fray.

The elder, his obsidian spear gleaming with re-condensed Qi.

The axe wielder, his dual blades spinning in a menacingly offensive dance.

They advanced from opposing flanks.

Striking from the left and the right.

The chaotic battle erupted anew.

All four combatants pressed their advance in a terrifyingly coordinated sequence.

The elder led the charge, executing a simple, unadorned thrust, the spear slicing through the air like a dark comet. Kyrian sidestepped to avoid the direct hit, but before he could even contemplate a counterattack, the axe wielder was already upon him, his twin blades sweeping low in an attempt to decapitate Kyrian’s legs.

Kyrian vaulted cleanly over the incoming strike.

While suspended in mid-air, the third leader, the formidable swordsman, lay in wait.

An upward-angled thrust hurtled directly towards his chest.

Kyrian instinctively crossed his forearms in defense.

A sharp, metallic clang echoed across the mountainside, not from any weapon Kyrian held, but from the sheer impact of his forearms, now reinforced by his transmuted bones, successfully intercepting the gleaming blade.

The swordsman’s eyes widened in disbelief.

"Impossible! My strike was parried by... mere flesh?" the leader stammered, his voice laced with astonishment.

Seizing upon the momentary shock, Kyrian utilized the force of the impact to propel himself backward, creating vital distance between them.

He landed, settling into a firm defensive posture.

His gaze fell upon his own arms.

The sword’s edge had sliced through his skin and muscle, halting only when it met bone. Kyrian was acutely aware of his good fortune; his bones were now extraordinarily resilient, otherwise, he would have surely lost both limbs.

The sting of the injury did not faze him.

The excruciating agony he had endured during the implantation of the Heaven Bone had been immeasurably worse, a pain magnified thousands of times over.

Kyrian barely had an instant to process his situation.

The four attackers showed no hesitation whatsoever.

From the right, the saber wielder unleashed three swift strikes: one horizontal, one diagonal, and one descending.

Kyrian evaded the initial blow by inclining his torso backward, the blade narrowly missing his nose by mere centimeters.

His left forearm intercepted the second strike, the saber digging into his arm until it impacted bone. Though the bone vibrated intensely from the force, it held firm.

He sidestepped the third attack with a full rotation of his body, the saber whistling through the air where his neck had just been.

Before an immediate counterattack could be launched...

The elder had already moved.

The dark spear sliced through the space Kyrian had occupied, but Kyrian had vanished, his gaze tracking the spear's trajectory even before the assault was fully initiated.

The spear's tip grazed his robe at the shoulder, tearing through the fabric, yet his skin remained untouched.

Centimeters.

Always just centimeters.

During the preceding minutes of combat, the four leaders had grasped a crucial realization.

Flames materialized wherever Kyrian's gaze fell.

Consequently, they shifted their assault to his blind spots.

Their movements were in constant alternation.

Their positions were always shifting.

They were perpetually attempting to encircle him.

They consistently tried to divert his attention to one flank while another strike materialized from the opposite direction.

Kyrian acutely felt the mounting pressure.

His eyes could track the advancements of two adversaries simultaneously, perceiving their directions, angles, and velocities.

However, there were four of them.

When his focus shifted to the elder, the axe wielder would strike.

When his attention was on the axe, the sword would appear.

When he concentrated on the sword, the saber would materialize.

And their coordination was improving.

It wasn't flawless, with hesitations and overlapping attacks still occurring, instances where two assaults collided, hindering each other.

Yet, with every passing exchange, their synergy grew.

Kyrian swiftly discerned their overarching strategy.

They aimed to overwhelm his perceptual capabilities.

To compel him to divide his focus across an excessive number of stimuli until a single element inevitably slipped past his defenses.

This strategy would not prevail.

Not entirely.

His eyes moved with exceptional speed.

Nevertheless, the effort was progressively draining.

The exertion of controlling the flames within his eyes.

The mental processing of four simultaneous attack streams from cultivators in the Spiritual Awakening realm.

Executing dodges, blocks, and retreats.

All concurrently.

Then, he retaliated.

Fire.

A perimeter of orange flames erupted from the ground surrounding him, forming not a complete circle, but a protective semicircle behind his back.

This shielded his vulnerable blind spot.

Any assailant intending to attack him from behind would first have to contend with these infernal flames.

Even the leaders exhibited hesitation.

They understood the inevitable consequences.

Upon their initial contact with the fire, their defensive barriers had disintegrated.

The second contact resulted in burns.

The third encounter...

No one was eager to discover the outcome.