Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1142

Chapter 1142: Weak

BOOM!

The rod fell onto Sylas’ body. He barely managed to bring up a hand, but the momentum of the strike was too much, pressing him down into the ground as the rod landed on his back and shoulder.

But it was enough. Enough to avoid it landing on the back of his head.

Even as his shoulder blade shattered into a million pieces, and his heart and lungs reverberated through his body—a resonance threatening to turn them into pulp—there was a flashing determination in Sylas’ eyes.

The power traveled down his wrist, his hand almost collapsing. But in an odd showing, while his body seemed to be twisted and broken, his hand remained intact.

[Earth Escape].

There was a blooming might, a rush of violets, blacks, and reds as the Scorpion Warlord Armor took shape for the briefest instant, just long enough for Sylas to shift through the ground.

But at the same moment, the Scorned Wraps lengthened, one of their strands subtly wrapping around Jala’s ankle.

As Sylas vanished, the ground shattering with a reverberating impact, Jala lost his balance, falling back and weakening the follow-through of his strike.

Sylas appeared in the distance, having phased through the ground. His armor was gone, having disappeared at some unknown time—or maybe shattered by the earlier attack. It was impossible to tell.

At the same time, his Scorned Wraps had returned to normal as though nothing at all had happened.

But there was an odd change.

Jala stood in the distance, stunned. _{freeweɓnøvel.com}

His hands were empty. His rod was gone.

Sylas struggled to his feet, his eyes bulging and veins pulsing across his already vascular form. It wasn’t that he merely felt heavy—he felt so heavy that even straightening his back seemed to be an impossible task.

But then he clenched his fists.

Chi.

A radiant emerald glow coated him from head to toe, his body wrapped by a steady pulse of Aetherflow as his telekinesis took hold of his every movement.

In an instant, he went from feeling as heavy as a mountain to as light as a feather... just in time for Israeal to appear before him.

Sylas’ smile had long vanished, the wounds to his back becoming a figment of his imagination. He didn’t need his body to be fully functioning. Since he could hardly use his muscles alone to move anyway, he would just have to use his telekinesis to make up for what his Physical stats couldn’t.

His hands relaxed, his breathing became even as blood leaked from his lips and down his chin.

A blade flashed before his eyes, and he suddenly switched his stance, the tips of his feet completing quick semi-circles as he slid out of the way of a swiping scimitar. However, even as he dodged, a second one was already on the way.

’Comprehensions... Soul Constructions... Will Manifestation... Will Core...’