Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation Chapter 312: Final Phase (2)

Excitement surged through the Central Plateau after the Ancient Forest Sect Leader's declaration. The top hundred gifted youths who made it to the final round gathered at the arena's heart, right under the massive ancestral tree. The atmosphere thrummed with eager tension. Thousands of cultivators up in the floating spectator seats whispered, wagered bets, and buzzed with thrill. At long last, the fierce one-on-one clashes were about to kick off—the real highlight of the Domain Gathering.

The opening bout grabbed everyone's focus right away.

Kyrian.

He faced off against the lowest-ranked foe, a youth stuck at the 8th stage of Qi Release from a tiny domain. Kyrian's victory was obvious to all. Their power disparity was utterly ridiculous. Still, the crowd burned to see exactly how he'd crush his opponent.

From the plateau's center, a battle arena crafted purely from living wood emerged slowly from the earth, sprouting like it came straight from the ancestral tree. Its surface gleamed smooth and tough, etched with glowing defensive runes. Every duel would unfold there.

The Ancient Forest Sect Leader eyed Kyrian and his rival.

"Step forward."

Kyrian strode steadily into the wooden arena's middle. Moments later, his foe—a plain-looking youth in ragged gray robes—scrambled up. Nerves showed plainly on him, with shaky hands gripping his sword hilt and sweat dripping from his brow. Facing the clear top dog first felt like a brutal punishment. He knew defeat loomed, yet surrender was impossible—backing out would bring even worse shame.

The match judge, an Ancient Forest Sect elder, lifted his hand high.

"You may begin!"

Kyrian's opponent drew a shaky breath and thrust his sword forward, unleashing every bit of his sword energy. He struck first in sheer desperation, hoping to display at least a spark of fight.

Yet Kyrian had no patience for drawn-out games.

The instant the judge signaled, his sword eyes whirled faintly. A pristine, ancient sword intent—keener than any felt by the onlookers—burst forth into the sky.

One mere blink unleashed an unseen blade slicing through the void. Kyrian's rival hurtled back like he'd been smashed by a colossal hammer. A neat, vicious gash split his chest wide, shredding robes, flesh, and sinew. Agony ripped a scream from him as he tumbled beyond the arena bounds, body quaking. The strike spared his life but rendered him utterly combat-ineffective.

The judge called out without delay.

"Kyrian wins!"

Ancient Forest Sect disciples hurried over, scooped up the wounded youth, and whisked him off for healing.

Chaos exploded across the entire plateau.

"A mere glance! Victory in one glance!"

"What sort of might is that?! No need to even unsheathe his sword!"

"Monster... a total freak of nature!"

The spectators had at last witnessed Kyrian unleash his power. Pure sword intent, channeled through his gaze, had dispatched his foe. None could fathom the method behind it. The very air seemed to morph into razor edges at his whim.

Right then, multiple potent spiritual senses scanned Kyrian's form. They came from the domain heads and above all, the fourth-level force envoys. Each assumed he wielded some rare ocular physique.

They couldn't have been more mistaken.

The Blazing Sword Sect Leader shot to his feet, flames blazing wide in his shocked eyes.

"Damn! It clicks now... No wonder he's such a beast..."

Confusion rippled among the other heads. They'd also swept Kyrian with their divine senses, yet failed to grasp the Blazing Sword leader's wild outburst. After all, such a secret was so obscure that few even knew the old tales.

The Ancient Forest Sect Leader heaved a heavy sigh, gazing at Feng Yuan with awe and incredulity blended.

"Now I get what you meant by ’more special than a special physique’..." he voiced clearly, for all to catch.

"So... Kyrian bears an Innate Talent as a mere mortal. A heaven-blessed gift rivaling Celestial Physiques."

Silence crashed down on the VIP area.

All the leaders grasped it together. An Innate Talent—rarer than rare, whispered only in dusty legends. A divine boon letting a mortal shatter normal bounds and skyrocket in cultivation at horrifying speed. It explained his crushing dominance perfectly.

Over in the fourth-level force envoys' zone, the uproar hit even harder.

One envoy clad in Southern Wind Dynasty robes muttered low.

"I didn’t expect to see this boy here..."

"What do you mean, you know him?" another pressed.

"Not just me. I bet most of us do," he answered, glancing at the others.

"Months ago, Kyrian attended the grand auction in the Cloud Empire. He rose to fame within the Cloud Coliseum, clashing head-on against disciples from numerous fourth-level powers."

"Yet I heard he belonged to the Blood Court," remarked another envoy.

"So why does he represent the Verdant Sword here?"

"I wouldn’t know. But one thing’s for sure—he could claim first place in this tournament blindfolded."

No further secrets about Kyrian’s background were shared. The envoys chose silence, opting instead to watch quietly.

Arena clashes kept raging on.

Following Kyrian’s dominating triumph, Huo Ling took the stage next. The Blazing Sword youth unleashed restrained rage in combat, swiftly hurling his foe from the ring with a scorched chest and a deep gash bleeding across it.

Subsequent matches burned with equal ferocity yet stark imbalance. Fighters ranked higher clearly outmatched those below them, though spectators paid no mind—they craved only the thrill of the fights.

From his assigned seat among the competitors, Kyrian observed it all with serene composure. His duty in the opening round was done. He now anticipated the following clash.

All the while, "Kyrian" resounded across the whole plateau. His renown had utterly surged.

The Domain Gathering’s climactic stage had commenced. Once more, Kyrian commanded every gaze.