Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation Chapter 309: Silent King (5)

Long Xue couldn't pinpoint precisely how Kyrian had intervened, but deep down, she was certain it was him.

Her breaths heaved in and out raggedly, chest undulating as her gaze lingered on the spot where the two assailants lay defeated. Precise gashes scarred their torsos, leaves cleaved straight through the middle, bodies dissolving into bursts of verdant radiance... it all transpired in a whirlwind. The strike evaded her eyes. No Qi's surge brushed her senses. It felt like the very atmosphere had rent them asunder.

Still, she recognized that style of wound. Sword intent in its purest form, fiercer than any she'd sensed prior. Only Kyrian could unleash such a thing.

On the Central Plateau outside, spectators of the Verdant Sword Sect members' clashes burst into bewildered uproar.

Countless eyes had turned to Kyrian's team right when he dropped down to join them. Thanks to the renown he'd built over recent weeks as the enigmatic youth who crushed the rankings with ease, all craved a glimpse of his sectmates' combat prowess. Holo-screens flicked between Mo Tianhai's duel, Mo Xia's skirmish, and Long Xue's fight above all.

"She’s going to lose!" a voice bellowed upon spotting Long Xue encircled.

"Three against one! And her opponent is strong!"

Yet abruptly, the pair striking from her rear got booted out. Their forms materialized in the Plateau's core arena, spewing blood, leaves shattered, faces locked in horror and disbelief.

Silence gripped the crowd for a heartbeat... then pandemonium erupted.

"What the hell was that?!"

"They were attacking the girl, and, the next second, they were eliminated just like that!"

"I didn’t see the attack! Where did it come from?!"

"It was Kyrian! It has to have been him!"

These bizarre occurrences kept plaguing the Verdant Sword Sect's fighters.

Mo Xia, locked in a two-on-one brawl, teetered on the brink of defeat. Her nimbleness shone brightly, yet her foes' veteran tactics hemmed her in relentlessly. As one readied the killing stroke, an uncanny event struck once more—one opponent's chest split unseen. His leaf fractured apart, body whisked away in green brilliance.

Once again, the onlookers buzzed with bewilderment.

"Another one! It happened again!"

"Kyrian is helping them! But how? He didn’t even move!"

"His points are increasing, even though he looks completely still at the top of the tree!"

A wave of whispers swept through the stands. Thousands of voices clashed in a din of confusion, awe, and mounting intrigue.

"How the hell is he eliminating others and helping those from his sect?"

"Yes, I didn’t see him move at all! How is this happening?"

Up in the VIP area, other sects' leaders voiced their own stunned queries.

The Ancient Forest Sect Leader squinted deeply, eyes glued to Kyrian via the displays as thoughts churned.

"Most likely... it’s his eyes." He murmured deliberately.

"I was uncertain before, but I believe it is a special physique."

The Flaming Sword Sect Leader chimed in too, arms folded tight.

"Yes. It is definitely a special physique with an ocular power. And a powerful one."

Their attention shifted then to Feng Yuan, who sat composed next to Mei Ran.

"Leader Feng Yuan, are we right?" the Ancient Forest Sect Leader probed outright.

Feng Yuan offered a subtle, cryptic grin. He realized concealment wouldn't last eternally. Once Kyrian stepped back into the central arena post-first phase, any above Spiritual Awakening Realm would detect his mortal frame harboring innate genius.

Thus, he offered no denial.

"It is something more special than that." Feng Yuan responded, tone steady and assured.

"You will see soon."

Anticipation thickened the brief hush that ensued. Leaders traded looks, some eyes alight with eager curiosity. An ocular gift of such might was scarce even amidst special physiques. Should Kyrian wield a unique eye-based one, his path ahead stretched boundless.

Within the Pocket Realm, frenzy raged on beneath the central tree.

Eliminations flashed every instant. Points surged and plummeted with wrecked leaves. Low-score arrivals turned into prime targets yet frenzied predators too. Treacheries unfolded nonstop. Fresh allies stabbed each other in the back moments later to plunder points.

Atop it all, Kyrian stayed serene, legs dangling idly. His blade-sharp gaze tracked foes' motions at blistering pace. Whenever aid was needed, an unseen, soundless, deadly sword intent lash flew out to thwart any attempting to oust Mo Tianhai or the rest.

He'd promised to shield them from elimination, and act on that vow he would. This held special importance for elevating the Verdant Sword Sect entirely. The more points his comrades gathered, the stronger the sect's collective standing became.

Having dispatched her opponent, Long Xue glanced skyward anew. Gratitude and fierce determination shone in her smile. She knew Kyrian lurked above, vigilantly guarding them. That unshakeable assurance fueled her to battle onward fearlessly.

Locked in a savage duel, Mo Tianhai sensed the unseen aid too, as his relentless foe suffered a sudden gash across the chest. He roared with laughter, perfectly aware of who had struck from the shadows.

"Kyrian... you’re spoiling us too much!" he bellowed before obliterating his opponent with a devastating blow.

The mayhem raged without end. Yet now, shielded by Kyrian’s invisible guard, the Verdant Sword Sect crew grew ever more lethal. They transcended mere survival—they became ruthless hunters.

Up in the stands, meanwhile, spectators pieced together the emerging pattern.

"Kyrian is helping them! Look at his points soaring, even as he stands completely still!"

"It’s like he’s cutting from afar... with his eyes?"

"What kind of absurd power is that?!"

The Domain Gathering's opening phase barreled ahead in its gory, erratic frenzy. Kyrian, high in the tree's crown, endured as the mute overseer who orchestrated the entire tempo without stirring a finger.