Grand Return System

Chapter 300: The Sword Domain Descends

The Sword Domain Descends

"Damn it, why is this kid’s method so special?" He couldn’t figure out why he couldn’t take down Leon with his realm.

What was going on?

The violent winds howled across the battlefield as Vartak steadied himself in midair. His sleeves fluttered wildly while his eyes remained locked on Leon’s unmoving figure.

His breathing had become noticeably heavier.

This was impossible.

No...

It simply shouldn’t be happening.

His cultivation was clearly superior. By all logic, Leon should have been overwhelmed after several exchanges. Yet every palm strike, every collision, every burst of Mana had ended with the young man standing proudly before him.

Vartak clenched his fists.

His gaze swept over Leon’s body.

His realm appeared to be only at the early-stage Pinnacle Realm.

Yet the purity of his Mana...

It wasn’t something an ordinary early-stage Pinnacle Realm cultivator could possibly possess.

It felt closer to someone who had already stepped into the middle stage.

Even then...

Something still didn’t add up.

"How..."

His thoughts churned.

"How could someone temper his Mana to such an unbelievable degree?"

Ordinary cultivators simply couldn’t accomplish such a feat.

Unless...

He had encountered unimaginable fortune.

Or obtained an inheritance capable of reshaping his very foundation.

Vartak’s eyes narrowed further.

The faint golden runes covering Leon’s skin emitted a majestic pressure every time they exchanged blows.

That pressure wasn’t merely powerful.

It was ancient.

Pure.

Every collision felt as though he were striking the scales of an ancient Prime Dragon instead of a human body.

A strange fear he couldn’t explain quietly crept into his heart.

The sensation irritated him.

"I..."

"...am actually feeling pressured by a junior?"

His expression darkened.

"This can’t continue."

His murderous intent surged without restraint.

"Looks like..."

"I’ll have to use a killer move."

Far below, countless cultivators had long forgotten to blink.

None of them had expected the battle to reach such a stage.

One elderly expert slowly shook his head.

"Extraordinary..."

"This young man is truly extraordinary."

Another cultivator couldn’t help but exclaim,

"He’s actually fighting the Cannon King to a standstill!"

"I thought the battle would’ve ended within a dozen exchanges."

"So did I."

"But look at him..."

"He isn’t panicking at all."

Another elder stroked his beard thoughtfully.

"The Celestis Academy..."

"...has truly produced another heaven-defying genius."

His eyes remained fixed on Leon.

The pressure displayed by the young swordsman had even made veteran experts like himself feel uneasy.

If Vartak continued holding back...

He might truly lose today.

The whispers spread throughout the battlefield.

"I underestimated him."

"Who would’ve thought such a monster was hidden inside Celestis Academy?"

"Anna alone was already enough to shake the younger generation."

"And now another one appears."

"The future of Celestis Academy..."

"...will probably belong to them."

Hearing the crowd praise Leon only caused the veins on Vartak’s forehead to bulge.

His expression twisted.

He slowly raised his head.

His voice echoed across the battlefield.

"Kid..."

"I admit that you have some ability."

A brief pause followed.

The surrounding Mana began gathering around him.

"But..."

"I’m going to be serious next."

The way he spoke almost suggested he had merely been warming up.

As though everything before now had been nothing more than a casual game.

Leon couldn’t help smiling.

His calm expression remained unchanged.

He casually raised his right hand before curling two fingers toward himself.

"Come..."

The single word carried no anger.

No excitement.

Only effortless confidence.

The simple gesture immediately ignited Vartak’s rage.

"You..."

His beard trembled.

"You’re still looking down on me?"

Leon tilted his head slightly.

"Looking down on you?"

A faint smile appeared.

"I’ve been taking you seriously, Cannon King."

He paused deliberately.

"Otherwise I wouldn’t still be standing here chatting with you."

The spectators exchanged strange looks.

Some struggled to suppress their laughter.

"Cannon King..."

One young cultivator whispered,

"Why does that title suddenly sound... embarrassing?"

Another elder coughed awkwardly.

"I don’t know why..."

"...but every time Leon says it, it sounds like he’s calling Vartak a clown."

"Hahaha..."

Someone finally failed to hold back a laugh.

"He keeps saying ’Cannon King’ with such a serious face."

"It hurts even more than an insult."

Even Anna’s lips curved upward slightly.

She lowered her head to hide her smile.

Only Leon could provoke someone so effortlessly while keeping such a calm expression.

Vartak naturally noticed the reactions around him.

His face turned completely black.

"You little bastard!"

"You’re courting death!"

Boom!

His aura exploded.

Without another word, he struck forward with a terrifying palm.

The surrounding void collapsed beneath the overwhelming pressure.

Leon calmly raised his hand.

His Mana flowed smoothly through every meridian.

The Ultimate Hand Strike was already prepared.

Just as the two attacks were about to collide...

Vartak suddenly smiled.

It wasn’t the smile of confidence.

It was the smile of someone whose trap had finally succeeded.

Leon noticed it immediately.

"So..."

"You’ve finally stopped pretending."

With his free hand, Vartak reached behind his back.

A black dagger quietly appeared in his grasp.

The moment it emerged...

An overwhelming killing intent swept across the battlefield.

Even the surrounding temperature seemed to drop.

Someone below widened his eyes.

"T-That’s..."

"The Heaven Cleaver Dagger!"

The crowd instantly erupted.

"It’s actually the Heaven Cleaver Dagger!"

"I heard countless experts have fallen to that weapon."

"It may not be an immortal-grade weapon..."

"...but its killing power has already surpassed the limits of ordinary spirit weapons."

"No wonder Vartak became infamous."

"So this old fox intended to use a hidden weapon from the very beginning."

Several elders frowned.

"What a shameless method."

"He pretended to exchange palms only to launch a sneak attack."

Anna’s beautiful face instantly paled.

"Leon!"

She instinctively stepped forward.

Her hand tightened around the hilt of her sword.

If Leon failed to block that strike...

She would intervene immediately.

Above the battlefield, Vartak’s eyes gleamed with murderous delight.

"You’ve lost, boy!"

The Heaven Cleaver Dagger pierced toward Leon’s chest like a venomous serpent.

Its terrifying edge split the surrounding air apart.

Even top-grade defensive spirit armor wouldn’t survive such an attack.

The spectators collectively held their breath.

Some had already concluded the battle was over.

Others silently sighed.

Such a peerless genius...

Was he really going to fall here?

At that critical moment—

Clang!

A clear metallic sound echoed across heaven and earth.

Immediately afterward...

Countless sword cries resounded together.

One became ten.