A collective sigh ran through the Coliseum.
The icy intent gradually diminished. The ice around began to crack and dissolve into particles of cold light.
Kyrian's eyes lost their intense glow. The snowflake-shaped pupils remained but returned to their normal state.
He said nothing.
He only watched Zhao Ren leave the arena, walking with stiff steps, his limbs still whitened by the extreme cold.
Elder Tian declared the victory.
"Victory of Kyrian."
The name rose once again on the golden panel.
A heavy murmur spread through the stands as soon as the number changed on the golden panel.
Rank 52.
Some spectators still stared at the frozen arena, as if trying to understand what they had just witnessed.
"He… changed again."
"First, that absurd sword. Now this."
"This isn't normal. It isn't natural."
In the common stands, the words were cruder.
"That's a monstrous aberration."
"Is he even human?"
"Sword in the eye… ice in the eyes… what the hell is that?"
