Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1732

Chapter 1732 Not Enough [Bonus]

[Bonus chapter thanks to TheAuthor137. This overcompensating for what's in your pants must stop. Leave me be] The world slowed around Sylas, his mind working in overdrive.

Salivar was right. He had come here with the intention of killing him at his full strength. He had tried to cheat a bit, but apparently, he still wasn't that lucky no matter how hard he tried or what number his Luck stat reflected.

But Salivar was wrong about something else. Sylas wasn't sent here by the Weaver Guild-he had come entirely on his own. He had never been raised by anyone in this new world, he didn't have some secret advantage, or any plan that wasn't formulated by his own hands.

Everyone by now seemed to believe that he had come with great odds of winning, and Salivar was going all out, expecting Sylas to pull some sort of rabbit out of a hat to put him in his place.

Salivar had already not been taking anything for granted, but now he was well and truly going all out, displaying the path that he had always wanted to display to the world right before Sylas himself.

But Sylas hadn't come with any guarantees of winning. All he knew was that Salivar was a Cryst Emperor, a powerhouse with strength and power the likes of which he had never had to face so directly before.

He was little more than a boat in a raging tsunami of tides and harsh winds.

Seeing those blades coming down from the skies, he knew that this was, indeed, a tall task. Just a difference of a single level, and yet the result was akin to a comparison of night and day.

And Sylas loved it.

BOOM.

Sylas vanished. The Runes around him changed; he was no longer casting F-Grade Runes. A crown of radiant gold appeared above his head, Runes of thousands of Foundations blooming out from him like the petals of a rose opening during its most ripe of seasons.

He ignored the suppression of Salivar's array and appeared right before the man himself, a green-gold glow coating his fist as he punched. Chains rattled, and his hair danced in the wind.

Salivar's eyes flashed in kind, a branch from his overwhelming tree slapping down to meet Sylas' attack.

BOOM.

Sylas took a heavy step back, but his wrist twisted as the air beneath his sole exploded. As though timing it all, Runes appeared beneath his heel, and the ground below reacted as though he had personally stepped on it.

By coincidence or something of the like, the array landed in the exact same location and was shredded apart by Sylas' feat of strength. At the same time, his twisting wrist caught the branch.

Chi. Chi. Chi.

Spiraling sword blades rounded Sylas' forearms in a track of three, then four, then five and more beyond it. They crisscrossed across his flesh as though to dice it into minced meat.

Yet Sylas hardly seemed to react to the change at all, a roar leaving his lips as his Glassvolt Aether reacted.

Emerald lightning peeled into being, ripping into the body of the golden tree.

Salivar slapped out a palm quickly and it collided with Sylas' chest, sending him flying into the skies. But he looked down at his hand after it connected, as though something was wrong. Why did it feel so weak?

It was like he had to cross hundreds of miles just to touch Sylas, and by then he had hardly any power left at all.

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