Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 734

Chapter 734: Solution

The sound of bullets echoed through the air, but the swift movement of a shadow of violet seemed to cut through them all.

Sylas directly ignored bullets that came from handguns. They glanced off and crashed against his Scorpion Warlord Armor, unable to make the slightest dent.

His base Constitution was 760. With his Flesh Mastery Scorpion Warlord Armor, it was 2760. With the Scorned Wraps, it was over 5500... and that didn't include the 1500 Defense he gained from his Glass Aether skin.

Normal guns were unable to harm him.

Rifle and sniper bullets certainly could...

If they could touch him.

Sylas was worse than a moving target. One might want to call him as fluid as water and as free as wind. But even nature wasn't so erratic.

Despite moving full speed in one direction, Sylas seemed capable of stopping on a dime, abruptly changing his target. Sometimes it would be to the complete opposite direction, but most often it would seemingly be entirely random.

If one looked at the battlefield from above, it would be possible to draw jagged lines of violet through the darkness, its sharp edges denoting yet another casualty.

Every time Sylas changed directions, another shadow would fall.

He wasn't ruthless in his strikes, most maintaining at least one breath. But whether they would be able to move even within several months would be entirely dependent on just how willing the Grimblades would be to put the necessary resources up for them.

BANG!

Sylas' head ducked, reacting to the pull of a trigger instead of a bullet in the air.

His visualization encompassed the entire battlefield, timing the aim and trigger-pull of every man and woman present.

He pressed a palm into the ground as a balance and swept his leg out, knocking a shadow off balance.

With a flex of his torso, his hips spun and his legs followed, raising into the air as he balanced on a single hand.

His tail whipped out at the same time, crashing against the bullet of a handgun as his heel cracked against the side of a shadow.

BANG!

Sylas's arm flexed and his head almost touched the ground as he sent himself flying upward.

His arm should have only had enough Strength to send himself up a few meters at most. But when his telekinesis activated, he soared up to over 10 meters before he righted himself in the air, sending out a meteor shower of punches.

A greenish Glass Aether shaped into fists rained down from above. _{ƒreewebɳovel.com}

Sylas' body vanished into a storm of ice-blue sand just as three sniper bullets ripped through his position.

Appearing on the ground, he had already appeared behind a man, his gaze pulsing with a malevolent light as his arms wrapped around the shadow's neck.

Pa. Pa. Pa.

The man's body convulsed as bullets ripped through him, but the sound of his neck snapping followed quickly after and didn't sound much different from the echo of bullets in the air.

Sylas' tail wrapped around the shadow's ankle, ripping the latter out from his own arms and sending him swinging backward.

His intention dulled the active abilities of the Scorned Wraps for just long enough for the shadow to block another hail of bullets and then burst into a poof of ash.

Sylas' gaze flashed as he pulled on an ability he very rarely used.

Winter's Edge.

The fall of snow in the air suddenly became a sharpened hail.