Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1035

Chapter 1035 Silver Genes

One after another, Sylas pressed the Silver Genes into himself. Lost in the intoxication of it all, he forgot about everything around him.

Sylas had rarely gotten the chance to integrate with Silver Genes before this. To feel the simplicity of the basic foundational Genes, and yet to also feel their underlying complexities at the same time made him experience true inadequacy.

He had thought that his control over his body had already reached the absolute limits of what was possible. He had a hard time fathoming how his control could get more perfect.

He had already learned how to use his tendons like whips long ago, and he had only grown more proficient with it. When it came to the efficiency of his muscles, their fluidity of movement, how he shifted his weight in one way for attack and another for defense…

The way he broke combat down in his mind was both so complex it could make one's head spin, and yet so intuitive and natural to him that he hardly considered it much of a big deal anymore.

But as Sylas was taking in these Silver Genes, and even the Bronze Genes before, he was experiencing something different.

He didn't realize just how much his Mixed Martial Arts comprehension of before, and his current Mixed Demonic Arts, had influenced his combat style.

Sylas hadn't faced anyone he felt overwhelmed him in skill in close combat, or just combat in general, since the very first few months of the Summoning. Since then, he suffocated every opponent he came across, outmaneuvering them and making them feel like children on wobbling legs.

Part of that was just because he was mostly fighting other Earthlings, but in that mix, there were a great deal of powerhouses too with far more experience. Like the Sylphs…

Sylas thought that meant that he was on the right track with everything. But as he pressed these Silver Genes into himself, he realized that there was something different.

Power.

He wasn't overwhelming most of those experienced opponents with skill alone… he was out-smarting many of them, sure. But that wasn't necessarily a matter of skill. His mind was just more nimble than others.

At the same time, he was just stronger than most of the opponents he came across. His stats might seem weaker, but his Effectiveness was off the charts, and the unique array of abilities he had made up whatever remaining gap there was.

When he got his Mixed Martial Arts Comprehension, it only made the gap more exaggerated. His skill gained a cheat where it could read and assimilate the skill of those he came across, allowing him to outsmart them with even greater ease because he had an understanding of their combat styles that most opponents they came across wouldn't have.

But what about when his stats truly weren't strong enough to keep up? What about when his Mixed Demonic Arts Comprehension couldn't keep up or wasn't strong enough to make a difference?

If he stripped all of that away from himself, became a mere mortal, and had to fight against another true expert…

Just how much "skill" would he truly have?

His mind drifted to the fist, kick, and various other martial arts methods he had mastered for the sake of bolstering his combat ability. He couldn't help but wonder…