Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation Chapter 547: Qi Liberation Realm vs. Core Formation Realm (2)

She saw it with her own eyes. He was truly limiting his own strength. Not out of arrogance, not out of disdain, but for a deeper reason, one she couldn’t fully understand, yet instinctively respected.

When he finished, Kyrian slowly opened his violet eyes. Within them, tiny bolts of lightning began to appear, shimmering like miniature stars in a night sky.

His gaze was calm, yet carried an intensity that made the air around him seem heavier.

His opponent took a deep breath, feeling the weight of that gaze upon her.

Even with his cultivation reduced, the invisible pressure emanating from his eyes remained astonishing.

She slowly unsheathed her sword, the slender blade singing as it left the scabbard. Light reflected off its polished steel, creating dancing patterns.

"I’ll attack."

Kyrian merely nodded, his hands relaxed at his sides, seemingly defenseless.

The next instant, she vanished.

Her speed far surpassed that of the Qi Liberation Realm, a blur of dark blue slicing through the air like a bolt of lightning. In the blink of an eye, her sword was already in front of Kyrian’s neck, its tip gleaming with icy killing intent.

But his eyes saw everything.

The flow of Qi through her meridians, the pattern of light reflected by her armor, the tension in the muscles of her shoulders, the exact trajectory of the blade through the air.

Every detail, every nuance, was processed in a fraction of a second by his sharp mind and heightened perception.

His body moved at precisely the necessary moment. Not an instant sooner, nor an instant later.

The movement was minimal, only a slight tilt of a few millimeters, but it was enough. The sword grazed past his neck, so close that he felt the cold wind of the blade against his skin. A single strand of his black hair drifted slowly downward, floating through the air like a feather before touching the ground.

Without even fully regaining his balance, Kyrian charged forward.

Violet lightning exploded beneath his feet, propelling him ahead with a speed that defied his limited cultivation.

His body was an extension of his will, every movement flowing naturally into the next. His fist tore through the air, wrapped in a layer of crackling lightning Qi.

Luo Meilin crossed her sword in front of her body, her arms moving with the precision of years of training.

’BOOM!’

The spiritual explosion sent both of them several meters backward, shockwaves spreading across the arena. Her eyes widened slightly as she felt the vibration running through her arms.

What incredible strength...’ The thought flashed through her mind. Even while suppressing his cultivation, the impact was absurd.

Kyrian’s physical strength, after his body had been restructured and rebuilt with the Bone of the Heavens, was sufficient to face this battle, especially with Lightning Qi reinforcing it.

But she did not hesitate. A true cultivator could not be shaken by a single surprise. She attacked again immediately, her feet moving in a complex pattern that confused the eye.

This time, her sword split into dozens of illusory images, each one a perfect copy of the original. They danced around her like a swarm of deadly fireflies, each carrying a different killing intent, each aimed at a different vital point.

It was impossible to tell which one was real. At least, for any ordinary cultivator.

Kyrian merely watched calmly, his violet eyes sweeping across the illusions with supernatural speed. His eyes pierced through the layers of deception like a spear through mist.

He instantly found the real blade. There was a subtle, almost imperceptible difference in the way Qi flowed around the true sword, a pattern the illusions could not perfectly replicate.

His body leaned a few centimeters, the exact amount required. The real sword passed in front of his chest, so close that he could feel the chill of the steel through his robe. At that same instant, his elbow struck his opponent’s wrist with perfect precision, a blow meant to disarm her.

’Clang!’

The sword nearly slipped from her hand, the vibration traveling through her arm. Luo Meilin quickly spun her body to recover her stance, her blue armor gleaming with the energy she channeled to stabilize herself.

Before she could even catch her breath, Kyrian had already reappeared behind her.

Lightning now completely enveloped his legs, a cloak of purple electricity that increased his speed with every movement.

The two exchanged blows continuously, a duel of steel and energy that mesmerized the audience.

Sword against fists, blade against elbows, kicks against leaps, palms against slashes. Every attack was answered by another, every defense opened a new opportunity to strike. It was a symphony of combat, brutal and beautiful at the same time.

The audience watched in complete concentration, many of them standing with their eyes fixed on Arena Seven.

The difference in cultivation was enormous, yet Kyrian continued to pressure a Fifth Stage Core Formation cultivator while using only the Qi Liberation Realm.

Whispers began to spread once more.

"He’s a monster..."

"How is he keeping up with that speed?"

But only Kyrian knew how dangerous this battle truly was. Every movement had to be absolutely perfect.

There was no room for mistakes. No room for hesitation. A single error, no matter how small, would be enough for him to be injured.

But this was Kyrian. He would not make the mistakes that most people would.

Sweat slowly began to trickle down both of their foreheads, glistening beneath the sunlight streaming through the openings in the arena’s ceiling.

Luo Meilin’s breathing grew heavier, but her eyes remained sharp, her determination unwavering.

The pressure on Kyrian’s third dantian continued to increase, a glorious burden that made him feel more alive than ever.

It was exactly what he had been seeking. Pressure. Limits. Refinement. Every exchange of blows, every dodge, every counterattack, was a hammer forging his inner core.

’He’s actually faster than I am, even while fighting an entire realm below me.’

’Lightning Qi... His lightning physique is truly terrifying.’