From Human to Skeleton: Revived with Infinite System Crystals-Chapter 541 The Calming
The tribal-marked man lunged, fists crackling with energy, each blow sending shockwaves that rattled the ground beneath them. His strikes came fast, but Ty moved faster. His eyes locked onto the man's every movement, anticipating each swing with a calm, measured precision.
Another punch flew toward Ty's chest, the air sizzling with heat. But this time, Ty didn't dodge.
His left hand snapped up, catching the blow mid-air, black flames curling around his wrist as he gripped the man's glowing fist. The force of the hit rippled through the ground, but Ty didn't flinch. His grip tightened, fingers digging into the man's knuckles, the dark fire swallowing the energy that pulsed through the attack.
The tribal-marked man's grin faltered, confusion flashing across his face as his fist remained trapped in Ty's iron grip.
"I thought you'd hit harder," Ty muttered, his voice low and almost bored.
With a flick of his wrist, Ty twisted the man's arm, dragging him off-balance. His movements were effortless, fluid, as though he was barely exerting any energy. The man stumbled, but before he could recover, Ty's right fist shot forward, flames roaring to life around his knuckles.
The punch connected with the man's ribs, a dull crack filling the air. The tribal-marked man's eyes went wide, his body lifting off the ground from the sheer force of the hit. He flew back, crashing through the trees, each one snapping like brittle twigs as his body careened into the forest.
A deep silence followed, the other attackers momentarily stunned by the sudden shift in power. Leaves and debris fell from the shattered branches, the only sounds breaking the stillness of the battlefield.
Ty straightened, his eyes flicking to the rest of the fight. "Is that all you've got?"
Kern, struggling under the weight of his weapons, glanced at Ty, disbelief and relief crossing his bloodied face. "Ty! A little help here?"
But Ty's attention was elsewhere. His gaze locked on the man with blue glasses, the one manipulating Kern's weapons. He was the real threat here.
Before Ty could act, the ground shifted beneath him. Another spike of earth erupted at his feet, and Rosana's growl echoed across the clearing. She leapt back, barely avoiding the stone jutting from the ground, her claws flashing as she tore through another stone barrier. Her movements were wild, rage building as she fought to maintain control.
"Rosana!" Ty barked, his voice cutting through the chaos.
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She hesitated for a moment, her eyes meeting his. Ty didn't need to say more. She knew what he meant. Focus.
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The red-haired woman, sensing an opportunity, pressed forward, her hands glowing with silver energy as she summoned another barrage of spikes. Rosana's muscles tensed, her claws scraping against the stone as she ducked and weaved, narrowly avoiding the attacks. Her breathing was heavy, her control slipping, but she wasn't ready to give in.
"I'll deal with you later," Ty muttered under his breath, turning his attention back to the man with blue glasses.
The man's hand hovered lazily in the air, his fingers twitching slightly as Kern's scimitars became heavier and heavier, the weight nearly crushing him to the ground. Kern was on one knee, blood dripping down his arm, his face pale as he struggled to lift his weapons.
"400 pounds now," the man with blue glasses mused, a smirk playing on his lips. "Why don't we make it 500?"
Kern groaned as his blades sank deeper into the dirt, his arms trembling under the strain. He gritted his teeth, refusing to give in, but the weight was too much. His vision swam, the edges of his sight darkening as exhaustion began to creep in.
"You're done," the man said, stepping closer, his hand outstretched. "You can barely move. Just give up."
But before the man could finish, Ty was there. Moving faster than a shadow, he closed the distance between them in an instant, his hand lashing out with deadly precision. Black flames curled around his fist as he struck the man with blue glasses across the jaw.
The force of the punch sent the man spinning, his glasses flying from his face as he crashed into the dirt. The manipulation on Kern's scimitars faltered, the weight lifting instantly as the man's concentration broke.
Kern gasped, his arms trembling with relief as he staggered to his feet, his scimitars finally light enough to wield again. He glanced at Ty, wide-eyed. "I… thought I was done for."
"Not yet," Ty said, his eyes narrowing as he stalked toward the fallen man.
The man with blue glasses groaned, blood trickling from his mouth as he scrambled to push himself up, his hands shaking as he searched for his missing glasses.
Ty stepped on them.
The man froze, looking up at Ty, panic flashing across his face.
"You've been playing with numbers this whole time," Ty said coldly. "Let's see how you do without your tricks."
Without waiting for a response, Ty kicked the man across the chest, sending him crashing into a nearby tree. The bark splintered from the impact, the man slumping to the ground, coughing violently as he tried to catch his breath.
Ty's fists burned with black flames, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous intensity. He took a step forward, ready to finish the fight, but something stopped him.
"Kern!" Rosana's voice rang out, filled with urgency.
Ty spun around, his heart skipping a beat as he saw Kern surrounded. The white-haired woman had reappeared, her dagger raised, while the red-haired woman had managed to pin Rosana with her stone spikes, leaving Kern exposed.
Kern barely managed to raise his scimitars, his movements sluggish from the earlier strain. The white-haired woman's dagger gleamed in the dim light as she lunged for Kern's throat.
Ty didn't hesitate.
In a blur of motion, Ty was beside Kern, his black flames flaring as he deflected the white-haired woman's strike with a burst of energy. She staggered back, surprise flashing across her face, but Ty didn't give her a chance to recover.
