Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1274

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Chapter 1274: Rhino

Tiere was a woman of few words, and seemingly not much a fan of conversation, because as soon as she spoke, she had already taken a step forward.

The slicing winds and howling cyclones formed from the unsheathing of her scythes cut across the air, whipping about in almost loose strands of chaos that lashed against their clothing and hair.

The shocking part?

It was all physical strength.

Sylas couldn’t sense any sort of Wind Aether coming from her at all. But this wasn’t what truly baffled him. The question still remained the same.

Why was she so confident?

And then came the flicker.

A silvery grey armor took shape. It was just a helm, one that formed over her delicate features and protruded out with the powerful horn of a rhino.

At that moment, something that had been kept suppressed spilled out in waves, and Sylas finally grasped it.

’Rhino Warlord Armor? I see...’

Surprisingly, it seemed that he wasn’t the only one here on a trek toward becoming an official disciple. There was another.

That meant that, in all likelihood, she wasn’t just far superior in strength to Speride, but the same soft power protections that Sylas had—she too had.

It might be worth it for her C-tier to kill Sylas because of his unprotected Royal Line. But the same wouldn’t be the case for Old Brama, especially since many had likely started connecting the dots by now.

Old Brama didn’t use many of the tactics usual Unitaurs did. He didn’t use a bow and arrow, he wasn’t in his true form, and he wasn’t radiating the same usual golden aura.

But everyone here was especially sensitive to beast auras, especially the Cervidon. That meant that they knew of his connection to the Golden Grove, and were likely piecing together just who Sylas’ handler was.

Old Brama wasn’t exactly a covert figure. His personality would never allow for that.

This seemed to flip the tables, but rather than being put off, Sylas instead felt a little more focused. The state of completeness of Tiere’s Rhino Warlord Armor was disappointing. But... her foundation as a member of a C-Grade Race just might make this interesting.

He pulled both of his hands out of his pockets.

"Come."

Tiere didn’t seem to need to hear the words twice.

The ground shattered beneath her. Speed wasn’t her forte, but at a certain level... there was little difference between Strength and the pace with which you moved.

In a blink, she was already before Sylas, her scythes coming down like the wind. Their mere unsheathing had caused such a storm, but what really filled one with fear right now was that even as they descended, there wasn’t the slightest bit of reaction from the world at all.

If her strength could cause such violent winds, it was shocking enough. But what if she could control that strength to the point there was hardly a disturbance at all?

Now that... that was a warrior worth paying attention to.

Sylas knew instantly that he couldn’t take such an attack head-on. The problem wasn’t that it was over seven figures in strength, it was how concentrated it was.

The effectiveness of the strike was off the charts, and worse than that, Sylas could already see the second strike coming. It would be a continual avalanche if he just stood there to take it head-on.