Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1723

Chapter 1723 Gold

Sylas' body swayed, the natural cadence of his rhythm hitting a new gear as he strung one combo over to the next, and then another, followed by another.

Salivar's blade seemed slow, but it wasn't. Sylas' ability to read, to calculate, to play three moves ahead on a chessboard his opponent couldn't even see, was countless times more potent when he wasn't accounting for a weapon he wasn't familiar with.

He realized then that he didn't need a weapon. Maybe in this one respect, the Scorned Wraps were very much correct.

There was no stronger power than his fists.

A hook shook Salivar's jaw.

Than his legs.

A shin collapsed one of the Entrim's knees in.

Than his elbows, his palms, his feet.

Sylas fluidly pulled [Twilight Dance] into an even deeper depth, his elbow rocking Salivar's jaw toward the other direction, only to slam a palm against his chest to collapse his ribs in, and finish with a roundhouse right across his temple.

Every blow came with an explosion of both might and sound, shattering winds and whining space following every sequence.

Raising his heel high into the skies, he slammed it down with the momentum of a collapsing mountain. It seemed to ignore the chill in the air entirely, sparks of lightning and flickering flames forming as the friction lit the air itself on fire.

Salivar's eyes seemed to flicker with life and realization. This still wasn't enough?

Quite frankly, he couldn't believe it. Was it possible for someone to be this powerful in the F-tier? Someone who wasn't a Demi-God, that is?

No. It wasn't Sylas' power-it was whatever beasts he had fused with. They were giving him a great amount of power, that and his broken Rune Mastery.

On the one hand, the fact this wasn't Sylas' base power made it easier to accept. But on the other, the fact his body could withstand this much power was no less a shock.

What warrior in this world didn't have their number of trump cards and abilities? No one worth their salt took raw stats seriously. They didn't incorporate Comprehensions, the boosts from Skills, or things like Rune Mastery. That was why it was better to judge the strength of your opponent based on their Will.

But Sylas' Will... it was so weak.

How could he be this powerful?

The world seemed to slow around Salivar as he realized he wasn't fighting someone he could take down so easily. In truth, he had already known this deep inside, but maybe his pride hadn't allowed him to admit it so openly.

But now... he didn't have a choice.

"Fine," he said coldly.

Everything sped up and Salivar crossed his arms above his head, blocking Sylas' heel with his forearms.

The fluctuation between crimson and ruby gold in his hair solidified into the latter. A secondary Aether rushed out of him in waves, half of his body erupting with a blood aura and the other lashing out with bolts of golden lightning.

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