The battle took another turn at the exact moment those sky-blue eyes opened completely.
In the stands, a collective shiver ran through the crowd.
"He changed again…"
"That energy… it's completely different from before…"
If before Kyrian seemed like a genius disciple of a sword sect, wrapped in sharp intent and impeccable technical mastery, now he seemed like another person.
His posture remained upright, but the presence emanating from him was cold, distant. His eyes were no longer green blades ready to cut, they were glacial abysses.
A cold intent spread through the arena.
It was not just temperature. It was something deeper. As if the very concept of movement was being slowed around him. The air grew heavy. The breath of some spectators in the front rows formed mist.
Zhao Ren was completely caught off guard.
The ice that had exploded around Kyrian still restrained part of his body when he forced his Qi to the limit.
