Chapter 391

Chapter 391: Sensing Everything

The two high-speed armor-piercing bullets held devastating force, enough to pierce through Midi’s Golden-Red Sword Lights—Mason swore to this.

His earlier barrage hadn’t been pointless. At the very least, it let Mason gauge the strength of those golden-red lights. Using that measurement, he’d crafted these magic-infused armor-piercing rounds. Even if Midi’s defenses were twice as strong as usual, Mason remained certain they’d penetrate.

He also knew experts like Midi could sense attacks through hostile intent alone, even without sight or sound. So Mason emptied his mind into stillness and fired a fourth bullet: the killing intent bullet.

This projectile was forged by soaking a silver bullet in fresh corpse blood, hardened with a Necromancer’s curse. Its tip carried traces of the dead’s lingering resentment, fear, and bloodlust. While not foolproof, it would muddy Midi’s instincts.

Dark Barrier. Illusion Formation. Killing intent interference. From the battle’s first moment, Mason had woven layers of schemes to create this single guaranteed hit.

He bore no hatred for Midi—their clash was mere battlefield fate, no personal grudge. Yet Mason resolved to kill him. To him, Midi was a ghost from the past. He refused to remember his younger, foolish self… or let anyone from that era survive.

*Curse your misfortune, Midi Asreks*, Mason thought.

But as the bullets neared their mark, Midi’s wrist flicked. His sword lashed backward as if he’d grown eyes there.

The strike moved too fast. In light, it might’ve left a gleam—here in darkness, it tore air without a whisper. Both bullet heads sheared off mid-flight.

Headless, the warped shells veered wildly from their paths. Twin magic streams blasted into stone meters away, carving bottomless pits without grazing Midi’s coat.

Mason’s certainty shattered. Not a miss—a deflection. His calm broke into stunned disbelief.

Only after neutralizing the attack did Midi turn slowly toward Mason’s position. His lips curled into an icy smile at the dark elf.

Within the lightless Dark Barrier and swirling Illusion Formation, Midi’s pitch-black eyes now gleamed deep blue. As though nothing escaped his sight.

Mind-related abilities. Environmental awareness.

But not his own.

Midi’s current skill couldn’t track two hypersonic bullets in this chaos. His environmental awareness remained rudimentary, mapping only still surroundings and sparse life signs.

Mason’s Illusion Formation seethed with high-temperature blasts, floating debris, discordant noises, erratic bullets, and strange odors—a storm of conflicting elements. Midi couldn’t parse every detail here, let alone pinpoint incoming armor-piercers.

His original plan had been simple: activate the Awakened Secret Technique “Sky Sword Dance” to escape, then carpet-bomb the area with psychic explosions to reverse circumstances.

"You should be proud to have forced me to reveal my trump card!"

Midi thought in his heart.

However, Rot stopped this action.

To the Eighth Apostle, this Illusion Formation seemed specifically designed for environmental awareness training!

If Midi could practice sensing in such conditions, his mind-related abilities would advance by leaps and bounds without doubt!

But this wasn’t a training ground – it was a battlefield of life and death, with a dangerous foe holding old grudges waiting to strike. How could Midi truly focus on training within this perilous illusion?

Fortunately, Rot immediately declared with confidence: "Leave that side’s attacks to me. Start sensing now – try to perceive this Illusion Formation. If you succeed, you’ll approach mastery of environmental awareness. Locating that dark elf’s position would mean great achievement. Clearly sensing every incoming bullet would signify reaching the peak!"

Thus, Mason’s carefully prepared attack became completely exposed under this "environmental awareness" and was instantly neutralized.

This wasn’t Midi’s environmental awareness, but the Eighth Apostle Rot’s – the difference between them was like heaven and earth.

You should feel absolute pride for making a supreme expert take action…

Midi mentally sighed at Mason.

Then he casually activated his Spirit Dragon Sword and re-entered training mode.

Initially, Midi’s psychic vision showed chaotic disorder.

The overwhelming movements and information made everything appear like shattered puzzle pieces – impossible to assemble.

But guided by Rot’s instructions and his own comprehension of the Sea Emperor’s Inheritance, Midi gradually pieced these fragments together.

First came basic elements – ground, arena, dome.

Then the billowing gases and explosions, their blurred edges requiring great effort to form faint outlines.

Next were sounds and scents – normally invisible, now appearing as visual data.

Sounds manifested as rippling background waves, revealing air vibrations and soundwave patterns.

Scents appeared as countless microscopic particles, showing Midi’s awareness could now distinguish gas molecules.

Though rough and lacking details, Midi achieved this within limited time – sensing this complex environment with moving objects, temperature shifts, and multiple sensory factors.

The rapid progress surprised even Midi, though he credited battle pressure and Rot’s guidance. Throughout this process, Mason kept attacking relentlessly.

Each time, Rot would first locate the attack before permitting Midi’s counterattack.

Through "mind-sharing," Rot let Midi experience everything he perceived – essentially allowing the youth to directly comprehend the Eighth Apostle’s psychic insights.

This intimate connection with a supreme expert’s consciousness enabled Midi’s miraculous growth from basic competence to near-mastery of environmental awareness!

Finally, within his increasingly clear psychic vision, Midi spotted an inconspicuous figure at the arena’s edge – the roaming gunslinger Mason himself.

Capturing this dark elf would signify true mastery!

Blue light flared in Midi’s eyes as he finally moved after twenty motionless minutes.

"What?!" Mason’s heart sank like a stone.

Seeing his armor-piercing bullets get sliced earlier had shocked him. Midi’s knowing smirk left him drenched in cold sweat.

Only pride kept Mason attacking – though he gradually noticed Midi never moved from his spot despite perfect defenses.

This calmed Mason. He theorized Midi possessed limited "true sight" like the Shaded Realm’s legendary All-Seeing Demon, requiring immobility to maintain.

After all, even perfect defense would eventually crack under sustained assault – especially within chaotic illusions.

Thus Mason intensified his attacks, waiting for exhaustion to create openings.

But now Midi moved!

Walking straight toward him!

Impossible!

Mason gaped.

Had all his assumptions been wrong?