Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 272

Chapter 272: Contribution

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Sylas wiped blood from the corner of his mouth and shot forward, racing across the water. His thoughts were infused with the limitations of his body. It felt like any moment now, he could fall to the ground. However, deep inside him, he could feel a raging fire.

His Will felt far more tangible to him now, and Sylas faintly noticed that it was what was responsible for him still going right now. The green flames raced through his body, supporting his Aether and keeping his muscles fused.

Suddenly, he appeared above the Arctic Emperor Cobra and drove a fist down.

BANG!

The water rippled as though someone had just cannon-balled right into its midst. Sylas' fist drove down into the head of the Arctic Emperor Cobra just as it was about to make it to the other side of the shore, driving it into the bank.

He didn't pause for even a moment, driving another fist down, and then another.

The government officials and the members of the Legacy seemed to realize what was happening at that moment as well, so they took action in an attempt to stop Sylas or maybe even take the opportunity to get a kill in on him as well.

But that was when Azrael's black sword made an appearance.

The skies were filled with the shadows of swords, and they pierced forward in a whirlwind.

The officials and members of Legacy were taken aback. Their fear of Sylas' strength was deeply ingrained into their bodies by now, and while they had already taken note of the fact that Sylas' clones were fakes, they had never seen him use this sword before, so they had no way of knowing. _{freewebnσvel.cøm}

None of them could have expected that even at this moment, Sylas was bluffing.

His mind was cool, calm, and collected. It was the feeling he enjoyed the most, of having everything in his grasp, whether that be his own emotions or the emotions of others.

The dark thought flashed through his mind, but Sylas didn't have the time to consider it. All he knew was that he was running out of time; all he knew was that he needed to kill this Emperor beast as quickly as possible.

His fists came in waves, falling in a torrential downpour. The river waters were agitated so greatly that one would have thought that a storm had descended despite the fact that it was a relatively modest day despite the cold hanging in the air.

Again and again, Sylas drove his fist down, seemingly not knowing fatigue, not even knowing pain.

It was then he felt the sickening crunch of bone beneath his fist and his gaze flashed.

The Constitution of the Arctic Emperor Cobra was otherworldly. If it wasn't for the fact Sylas had exhausted its Aether and Alex had bewildered it into a perpetual state of self-harm, it wouldn't be possible for Sylas to wail on it like this without suffering at least some sort of setback.

Finally, under that relentless barrage, Sylas felt it give way and a mournful cry echoed from the water in turbulent bubbles.

At that moment, Sylas retracted Azrael's sword. He could only delay with this faking tactic for a few seconds at best before they realized that none of the swords were actually slashing down and killing them.

In that case, he might as well cut the farce short.