Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1891

Chapter 1891: Before my Pride (3)

Sylas coughed up a mouthful of blood. It felt like every inch of his body had shattered in unison as he was pile- driven into the ground.

The butt of the staff drove into his chest from above, expanding and expanding until he broke through the platform on the mountain peak, and then through the mountain itself.

He was driven further and further until flames erupted across his body and down his limbs, a fire that burned hotter than just what was caused by air friction alone, but something beyond that.

It was almost like he was being punished for a misdeed, almost like his body was being wrung dry and pulled across the depths of hell for daring to merely bump up against the Pride of the Monkey King.

The echoes of laughter shattered air and space, all Sylas could seem to grasp.

He could feel every fiber of the Monkey King's being. Larger than life, boisterously arrogant, indifferent to regulation-even those he might very well have levied at himself.

He had no contradiction because he, himself, was the contradiction. And if you felt angry about it...

So what?

It was the sort of Pride that didn't come only from a sense of invincibility. It was the sort that came from the root of believing that invincibility was whatever he dictated it to be, under whatever rules he carelessly decided to use in the spur of the moment, even at the cost of thickening his face.

This wasn't the same sort of unbridled Pride that Sylas had. It was a very different sort.

Sylas' Pride was more structured. It had rules. It would collapse beneath the weight of his own expectations if he were ever to deviate from it.

Once again, Sylas' Pride was finite.

The Monkey King's Pride was infinite. The Monkey King's Pride was superior.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

Sylas hacked up another mouthful of blood, barely managing to stop the staff from going all the way through his body, and yet realizing just the same that it hardly mattered.

The staff might not have gone through his chest, but it had collapsed it, turning his heart to minced meat and his bones into its very own blender.

He couldn't even cough up blood anymore without flesh and bone following it. His body had already been in a terrible state before this battle even began, let alone now.

His Monkey King Armor, or what was left of it, was flickering out of existence, barely holding on by Sylas' willpower alone and nothing else.

Yet, high in the skies, the Monkey King balanced on the tip of his staff, using Sylas' body as some sort of pivot point. The staff swayed from side to side, every jolt sending a new spike of pain through his body.

But the Monkey King continued to stand there, his hands clasped behind his back, his gaze a bit murderous and yet also a bit curious at the same time.

Sylas reached up, grabbing the end of the staff that was driven almost all the way through his chest, his one good arm bulging with veins as his grip on it tightened with every passing second.

A burning sensation ran through his palms, but he didn't seem to register it at all.

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