Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 503

Chapter 503: Enter [Bonus]

Gavren's expression flickered when he saw Sylas' action before it returned to normal. But this was still all the confirmation Sylas needed to know what was going on.

The spear of Ragnar's right-hand man shot forward and suddenly multiplied, forming a net that made it look like he was trying to hold Sylas back.

With a sudden acceleration, Sylas' pauldrons flared with life. His mirror image vanished, its services no longer necessary. He freed up more aspects of his mind, and his Will pressed down onto Gavren, shredding the illusion of his spears apart.

Sylas' body swayed oddly, and an undetectable burst of ice appeared beneath his feet, sending him flashing to the side in a way that shouldn't have been possible.

Gavren didn't have the time to understand how Sylas could both be dodging and still accelerating at the same time. He tried to pull his spear back to defend, this time a light of panic flickering in his eyes, but Sylas' fist was too fast.

BANG!

Gavren's armor practically deformed as he felt his liver almost fly up and out of his throat. His entire body shut down, and he barely registered his spear being ripped out of his hands.

A wave of ash filled the air, only to be blown right into his eyes.

Gavren squinted for the last time in his life. He completely missed the follow-up elbow that drove right into his head.

The Constitution his armor gave him was surely tough. But with Sylas' Muay Thai

comprehension increasing by the day, a single elbow or knee strike already had no less than a 60% boost that his fists carried.

His nose was driven into his skull, and his frontal cortex began to be riddled with the fragments of his own bones.

Before he could even sway to the ground, Sylas had bolted by him, his tail swinging out once and sending his corpse spiraling toward half of the oncoming Ravenclaws.

Tail Whip.

The attack didn't slow Sylas down in the slightest. His body was like a phantom, weaving in and out of the crowd of warriors with an unconscious speed and an effortless control over his body.

He felt like he could see all things, and his body reacted like a well-oiled machine.

Even if he was going to hop right into a trap... that didn't mean that he wouldn't make sure to make them suffer a great deal for it.

His body leapt up and landed on a dilapidated building.

A rain of arrows came at him from what seemed like all sides. In the chaos, it would certainly be easy for a person to mistake it for such. But with his visualization, Sylas practically had a bird's-eye view of everything.

He could see that the arrows formed a very subtle funnel, giving him just one path that arched toward the portal.

In the not too far-off distance, the portal was no longer nearly as controlled. It looked like a wildly fluctuating amoeba. Tentacles of Aether extended out from it, sometimes randomly flinging items from inside of it, or sometimes randomly capturing those on the outside to be brought back to Earth.