Reincarnated with a lucky draw system - Chapter 349

Chapter 349: MYSTIC ARMS
It was a flame that not only consumed matter, but also vitality, draining the life force from anything it touched with insatiable greed.

It was the flames of rebirth and death, a dual essence that could mend or destroy, embodying the cycle of destruction leading to renewal.

Jarrett, realizing he couldn’t run away from the foe before him, decided to attack head on, embracing the confrontation with a fierce resolve that burned in his golden eyes.

Making use of the flames to increase his speed, he appeared before Chen Mo in a blur of motion, swinging his claws covered with flames that trailed fiery arcs through the void.

The flames from his body moved like a living being, tendrils extending outward with predatory intent, consuming the QI swords around Chen Mo in voracious gulps of heat.

Chen Mo dodged the claws of Jarrett, creating distance between the two of them with a fluid grace that spoke of effortless mastery over his movements.

Jarrett had a smirk on his face, slowly regaining his confidence after forcing Chen Mo backward, a spark of hope igniting within him amid the desperation.

Jarrett made his move again, stretching his claws towards Chen Mo once more, his body propelled by the enhanced flames that roared around him.

This time, he had already prepared a follow-up attack for when Chen Mo dodged his attack or moved backward, his mind racing with calculated strategies born from centuries of survival.

Chen Mo remained calm this time around still, holding his sword with his hand, his posture unchanging, exuding an aura of serene inevitability.

The robes covering his arm swirled with the wind, revealing the arms of Chen Mo in a gentle unfurling that drew the eye like a unveiled masterpiece.

The arms of Chen Mo carried a smooth, refined sheen, like living stone polished to quiet perfection, their surface flawless and inviting under the realm’s ambient glow.

Faint geometric patterns lay etched beneath the surface of his skin, forming interlocking lines and sigils that shifted slowly, guided by an unseen rhythm that pulsed with subtle energy.

A muted, pearlescent glow traced those patterns, subtle yet unmistakable, lending his limbs an otherworldly elegance that captivated all who beheld them.

Veins ran along his forearms like streams of condensed radiance, pulsing with gold and silver currents that flowed with measured calm, each throb a testament to the power coursing through him.

Each movement caused the markings to realign with flawless precision, as though the arms responded to intent rather than motion, adjusting themselves before action fully formed, anticipating every gesture with eerie foresight.

His hands were striking in their symmetry, long fingers, perfectly proportioned, each joint faintly etched with runic lines that shimmered briefly when his grip tightened, adding to the hypnotic allure.

At the center of each palm rested a layered circular sigil, intricate and deep, rotating slowly like a sealed mechanism embedded into reality itself, humming with latent potential.

When his fingers flexed, the surrounding air bent almost imperceptibly, as if space itself acknowledged the authority carried in those hands, yielding to their unspoken command.

Jarrett, as well as everyone present, was ensnared by the beauty of Chen Mo’s hand, their gazes locked in a trance of fascination and dread at the ethereal perfection before them.

“Mystic arms,” Aetherion muttered, knowing all too well how powerful the arms of Chen Mo were, his voice a low whisper filled with recognition.

Chen Mo swung his sword towards Jarrett, the motion deliberate and unhurried, cutting through the tension like a blade through silk.

“My attack will hit first,” Jarrett thought to himself confidently, his mind buoyed by the advantage of initiative and velocity.

His speed and the fact that he made the motion first fueled his confidence, a surge of assurance that momentarily eclipsed his earlier fears.

“Huh?”

Jarrett muttered in confusion, a large cut appearing on his chest suddenly, blood welling up in a crimson line that marred his fiery plumage.

He stared at Chen Mo in confusion, unable to understand what had occurred, his mind reeling as pain flared through his body.

Chen Mo’s arms had still been in motion, and then the next instant he had been cut deeply, the sequence defying logic and perception.

Chen Mo remained calm, the outcome expected by him, his expression unchanging as if the strike were merely a foregone conclusion in the grand tapestry of the battle.

What happened was one of the abilities of his mystic arms, uncontested motion, a power that bent the rules of engagement to his absolute favor.

[Uncontested Motion]

When Chen Mo moves his arms with intent, the action occurs in full before any counteraction can register, unfolding in a realm beyond ordinary timing.

Dodging fails because the motion completes before evasion begins, rendering attempts at avoidance utterly futile.

Interception fails because the outcome is acknowledged prior to interference, preempting any form of resistance with inexorable priority.

This is not speed, it is priority. The arms act first, every time, regardless of circumstance, claiming dominance over the flow of events themselves.

Jarrett placed the thought at the back of his mind, resuming his focus on the battle while pushing the bizarre actions to the recesses of his consciousness, determined not to let confusion derail him.

But what Jarrett had failed to realize was that he had lost the moment he was at arm’s reach of Chen Mo, stepping into a domain where victory was already forfeit.

[Dominion of Proximity]

Within arm’s reach, Chen Mo’s authority becomes absolute, a sphere of influence that warps the very fabric of interaction around him.

Attacks lose precision, movements falter, and opposing forces find their effectiveness subtly diminished, not by suppression, but by forced compliance with his presence, bending to his unspoken will.

The space around his arms behaves as though it belongs to him, aligning itself to favor his intent, turning the immediate vicinity into an extension of his dominion.

Nothing near his hands can act freely without first being acknowledged by them, trapped in a web of enforced obedience.