Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation Chapter 532: Lightning Vs Metal

Bao Ren’s body shot forward like a projectile, the speed of his charge shattering the ground with a sharp crack. Despite his short stature and the enormous axe he carried...

His speed was terrifying.

The wind howled around his figure, creating a vortex of dust and energy that spread across the arena. The spectators closest to the stands instinctively stepped back, shielding their eyes from the flying debris.

Many people’s eyes widened.

"What speed!" exclaimed a young man, his voice filled with both admiration and fear.

"He’s incredibly fast!" another agreed, barely able to follow the movement with his eyes.

"It doesn’t seem possible for someone so short to be carrying such a heavy weapon!"

The enormous axe traced a horizontal arc, a trajectory that seemed capable of splitting a fortress wall in half. The double-edged blade sang as it sliced through the air, leaving behind a brilliant trail of metallic energy.

Meanwhile...

Kyrian breathed calmly.

His special eyes locked onto the approaching axe. Every detail of the attack was visible to him, the tension in Bao Ren’s muscles, the direction of the metallic Qi flowing through the blade, and the exact angle of the strike.

Inside his body...

The third dantian began to rotate.

Its movement was slow at first, like a waterwheel beginning to turn beneath the current. But gradually, the rotation accelerated, and Lightning Qi completely flooded that newly formed core.

The third dantian, still in the process of consolidating, absorbed the energy like a thirsty sponge. Every pulse of Lightning Qi strengthened its inner walls, filling the tiny imperfections that still remained.

The next instant...

The energy coursed through his meridians.

Violet lightning spread throughout his body, forming a network of light that danced across his skin. The electric current was visible to the naked eye, each spark leaving behind a trail of light that shone like falling stars.

His black hair immediately rose, floating around his head as though submerged in water. Tiny bolts of lightning continuously slithered around his skin, creating a spectacle of light and energy that mesmerized the spectators.

The entire arena was illuminated by violet sparks.

Unlike the previous battle...

Kyrian did not retreat. Nor did he try to dodge.

His saber moved forward.

The movement was fluid and natural, as though the weapon were an extension of his own arm. The blade sliced through the air with a sharp whistle, meeting Bao Ren’s axe at a precise point.

The two attacks collided.

A metallic explosion echoed throughout the entire arena, so loud that some spectators instinctively covered their ears. The shockwave produced by the collision raised a cloud of dust around the two fighters, momentarily obscuring them from the crowd’s view.

Kyrian immediately felt an extremely heavy force pressing against his arm, as though a mountain were being driven into his guard. The impact vibrated through his saber, traveling through his bones and muscles with a violence that would have disarmed a less prepared combatant.

’Metal...’

His eyes narrowed.

Yellow energy flowed across the entire blade of the axe, shining with the intensity of forged steel. Metallic Qi possessed tremendous penetrating power, its aggressive nature allowing it to cut through defenses that would withstand other forms of energy.

It was extremely aggressive.

The pressure pierced through his defense, attempting to reach his muscles directly. Like invisible steel needles, Bao Ren’s Qi sought to penetrate his body, slicing through his flesh and shattering his bones.

However...

The Lightning Qi responded immediately.

The tiny bolts surrounding his body converged upon the point of impact, forming a barrier of energy that dissipated much of that invasive force. The invisible strands of steel were electrocuted, disintegrating before they could inflict any damage.

Kyrian slid several meters backward, his feet carving deep grooves into the arena’s stone floor. He maintained his stance, his saber still raised, ready for the next attack.

Bao Ren remained almost completely motionless, only his arms having recoiled slightly from the impact.

"You actually blocked it..."

He murmured, somewhat surprised, his eyes wide with disbelief. He had expected Kyrian to be sent flying, or at the very least to have his guard broken. Instead, the young man had absorbed the blow and held his ground.

The next instant...

He attacked again.

His axe descended vertically, like a bolt of steel falling from the heavens. The double-edged blade shone with such intensity that it dazzled the eyes, its metallic energy concentrated into a single point of destruction.

Kyrian spun his saber.

Sparks flew, painting the air with flecks of golden and violet light.

The second strike came from the left, faster than the previous one.

Kyrian evaded by only a few centimeters, moving his body with the precision of a dancer.

Another strike.

Another block.

Another counterattack.

The two weapons continued producing relentless metallic clashes, a symphony of steel and energy that filled the arena.

Every collision caused tiny cracks to appear beneath their feet, the stone unable to withstand the pressure of their confrontation. Fragments flew in every direction, creating a landscape of destruction around the combatants.

Bao Ren was overwhelmingly offensive.

His fighting style was pure aggression. Every movement used the full weight of his body, every strike was delivered with the intent to annihilate. His axe resembled a collapsing mountain, a storm of steel that granted his opponent no respite.

However...

Kyrian remained astonishingly calm.

His special eyes observed everything.

The tension in Bao Ren’s muscles. The direction of the metallic Qi flowing through his body. The shift of weight during every movement. The intent behind every attack. His breathing, his microexpressions, the slightest signs that preceded each strike.

Everything.

Even before Bao Ren completed a movement...

Kyrian already knew exactly where to block.

His saber moved with increasing naturalness, as though it were anticipating the future. It was a dance of precision and foresight, where every defense seemed to occur before the attack had even been completed.

At first...

His movements still carried a certain stiffness. His blocks were effective, but they retained a trace of hesitation, as though he were still growing accustomed to the weight and balance of his new saber.

But as the minutes passed...

Something began to change.

His mastery of the saber increased rapidly. Every block became more efficient, every spin required less strength, and every counterattack emerged naturally, flowing like the waters of a river.

It was as though the weapon was finally becoming a part of his body.

The connection between Kyrian and his saber deepened with every passing moment. The meridians in his arm pulsed in perfect synchronization with the blade, and Lightning Qi flowed through the metal as though it were a second circulatory system.

The saber, which had once been merely a tool, was now becoming an extension of his will.

Meanwhile... Inside his forehead... the third dantian vibrated continuously.

Every impact from Bao Ren’s axe sent shockwaves through his body, and those waves reached his new spiritual core directly. The pressure exerted by Bao Ren’s attacks forced the new dantian to stabilize more and more.

The tiny imperfections diminished. The internal cracks sealed themselves. The energy channels aligned into an increasingly harmonious configuration.

His Qi circulated with far greater fluidity, flowing through his meridians with an ease that had not existed at the beginning of the battle.

Kyrian realized it immediately.

’It worked...’

His decision had been the right one.