Martial Universe: The Eyes That Determine the Fate

Chapter 26 The Art of Mending the Sky

Chapter 26 The Art of Mending the Sky

The tall, thin second brother, who had been standing by and watching from the beginning, remained calm and composed throughout the entire battle.

He was well-versed in the art of fighting and never made a move lightly. He patiently waited for Li Yi to reveal his most fatal weakness due to the aggravation of his injuries and the depletion of his Yuan energy.

Now, the opportunity has finally arrived.

Just as Li Yi subconsciously clutched his left rib, his breathing slightly erratic, his movements sluggish due to his injury, his second brother moved.

He discarded the longsword in his hand, and instead plunged it into the rocky ground. He gathered a thick and solid Yuan energy in his fists, covering them with a layer of almost tangible Yuan energy that was contained and did not leak out, remaining silent and undetectable.

This punch was incredibly fast, its power condensed to its peak. Even the sound of it tearing through the air was left behind by its extreme speed. It was silent and stealthy, yet it contained a brutal and overwhelming force.

Li Yi's double pupils had already captured the moment of the sudden attack. His eyes shone with purple light, clearly discerning the trajectory of the opponent's moves.

The right fist feints, aiming straight for the face to confuse the opponent's vision; the left fist conceals a deadly move, taking a detour downhill, heading straight for the vital point of the dantian. The moves are a mix of feints and real attacks, making them impossible to defend against.

He saw it all clearly and predicted it perfectly.

But unfortunately, there's no way to avoid it.

It wasn't that his perception was insufficient, but rather that his body couldn't keep up with his thoughts. The severe injury to his left rib hampered his movements, slowing him down by a full half-beat.

In a duel between masters, the slightest difference can make all the difference; this half-beat of delay meant that it was impossible to avoid.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two muffled impacts rang out in succession, as two heavy punches landed squarely on Li Yi.

The first punch landed hard on his left shoulder, a clear cracking sound came from his shoulder blade, and his entire left arm instantly went numb and lost sensation, hanging limply and unable to be lifted again.

The second punch landed solidly on his chest, and violent Yuan energy surged into his body, shaking his internal organs as if they had instantly shifted and churned. He felt a sweet taste in his throat, and a stream of warm blood rushed to his throat.

Li Yi staggered back seven or eight steps, his feet leaving two shallow marks on the ground, before he could barely steady his swaying body.

A glaring bloodstain hung at the corner of his mouth, his left arm hung stiffly and could not move, blood kept seeping from the wound on his left rib, his chest felt as if it were being repeatedly crushed by a thousand-pound iron hammer, every breath was accompanied by excruciating pain in his internal organs, his meridians were injured everywhere, and the circulation of his Yuan energy became sluggish and obstructed.

He slowly raised his head and calmly looked at his second brother in front of him.

Within his double pupils, the light remained clear and bright, showing no trace of pain or fear. Even though he was severely injured and had suffered heavy blows, his eyes remained indifferent, as if the two severe blows had been inflicted on others and had nothing to do with him.

When the second brother met those calm, unwavering double pupils, his heart sank inexplicably, and a chill rose up his spine.

He simply couldn't understand how this young man could remain so calm and collected, showing no sign of emotion, when he was suffering such severe injuries that an ordinary cultivator would have been in unbearable pain and mental collapse.

"You—don't you feel any pain?" the second brother couldn't help but ask, his voice trembling slightly.

Li Yi slowly raised his intact right hand, gently wiped the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth, and glanced down at the crimson stains on his fingertips.

"pain."

He spoke frankly and openly, without any attempt to hide anything.

As he finished speaking, a strange smile slowly curved his lips. It wasn't a mockery of his opponent, nor a bitter self-deprecating smile, but rather a sense of relief and calm, as if his long-dormant senses had finally been awakened by the intense pain.

"It's been a long time since I've felt this much pain."

The second brother's mind sank to the bottom, and in an instant, he understood everything.

From beginning to end, none of them were ever truly taken seriously by this young man.

He initially took the punch from Scarface to test the limits of his physical body and see what level of Yuan energy his physique could withstand. Being surrounded and restrained by three people, disrupting his battle rhythm, was a deliberate attempt to hone his movement skills and adaptability in a disadvantageous situation. His attack that severely injured Fatty and crippled Scarface's arm was merely a matter of going with the flow and calmly breaking the deadlock.

These thugs were never a true match for Li Yi.

At best, it is just a whetstone used to hone oneself and sharpen combat capabilities.

"That's about enough, it's time to end this," Li Yi said in a low voice.

Just after he finished speaking, his body suddenly emitted a blinding light.

This light was not the purple light that had appeared in the double pupils before, but a kind of holy, warm, ancient divine radiance that seemed to come from the beginning of creation.

"The Art of Mending the Sky".

Li Yi's voice came from the light, and he was completely enveloped by it, as if time had reversed for him.

The shattered bones in his left shoulder rejoined, making a faint "clicking" sound, as if they were being precisely reset by an invisible hand.

The dislocated bone fragment on the left rib shrank back under the skin and flesh, the blood from the edge of the wound flowed back into the blood vessels, the torn muscle fibers were rewoven one by one, and the skin healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving not even a scar.

The pent-up blood in his chest transformed into a wisp of scarlet aura that drifted from the corner of his mouth. The tremors in his internal organs subsided, and the flow of his vital energy became smooth again.

His left arm, which had been hanging down, slowly rose, his fingers spread, clenched, and then relaxed. The bones were intact, and the muscles were full of power, as if the two heavy punches had never landed on him.

The whole process took less than three breaths.

The light faded, and Li Yi stood there, the bloodstains on his robes completely gone, and his wounds fully healed. The purple light in his double pupils was even brighter than before, as if it had undergone a tempering process, becoming even purer.

He moved his neck, making a few soft cracking sounds.

The second brother stood there, his pupils dilated, his face drained of color.

His fist was still throbbing.

That was the shockwave left from hitting Li Yi's shoulder bone, but the boy, the boy who was just swaying and spitting blood, was now standing in front of him unharmed, his breathing steady, his energy abundant, and even his breathing hadn't been disordered.

"Impossible—" The second brother's voice was hoarse, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he stammered, "This is impossible—you were clearly injured, I clearly broke your shoulder, how could this be—"

"The Heaven-Mending Technique," Li Yi said calmly.

He raised his right hand, and a trace of holy radiance still lingered at his fingertips, a gentle and ancient light that seemed out of place in this world.

"To make up for all the mistakes of a cultivator." He looked at the light at his fingertips, as if talking to himself, or as if explaining to his second brother, "The wounds I suffered have been healed."

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Upon witnessing such a bizarre scene, the second brother's legs began to go weak.

He had cultivated for over thirty years and had seen many techniques and martial arts, but he had never heard of or even imagined such a thing.

There exists a technique in this world that can turn back time and completely erase injuries.