Sylas stood to his full height, his gaze indifferent as his armor slowly healed back to its full state. His body didn't get the same treatment, but that didn't matter to him in the slightest.
The Monkey King stood over half a kilometer from him, high in the skies. But that distance might as well have been a single step to them.
Yet, the Monkey King shifted his weight, resting his staff on his shoulder with a grin on his face.
"Interesting, interesting, interesting." He laughed. "Not even the slightest change in expression. I wonder how many times it will take for you to crack? Would it be after you fail to kill me the second time? The third? Could you even make it that far before I strike you down?"
Sylas looked at the Monkey King with the very same indifferent expression. The more he fought, the weaker the effect of the wildness of the Monkey King seemed to have on him. The more he comprehended the armor, the less wild his personality under its effects became, and the more Sylas he was.
It was like by understanding the chaos of the Monkey King, his Will was no longer one that Sylas was so easily influenced by. Instead, it had become another power that Sylas wielded.
Honestly, he was almost grateful.
Almost.
As his lips parted to speak, though, he had no intention of saying such a thing. Instead, he asked something else.
"What level is your Will at? What are the levels between myself and you?"
The Monkey King raised an eyebrow. "You're asking questions? That's not exactly very Prideful of you."
"We have very different definitions," Sylas said indifferently.
"Maybe so, maybe so," the Monkey King laughed. "You are at Fragmented Infinite Will. Above you there is still False Infinite Will, and then True Infinite Will. And then beyond that, there is False Eternal Will, and then True Eternal Will. Then, beyond that, there is Formless Will. Only then can you reach me, who is a step beyond that, at Transcendent Will."
"And that's what allows you to send your Will into the future?" Sylas asked.
"Indeed. It is."
"And what about the past? Can you not do that?"
The Monkey King's head tilted and he smiled before his grin widened, as though understanding Sylas' intentions better than even he did.
"Unfortunately for you, that is impossible."
"Is it?" Sylas asked.
"Indeed, it is. The laws of causality wouldn't allow it."
"It sounds to me, then, that you have False Transcendent Will," Sylas said slowly.
The Monkey King burst into laughter.
He had never met someone so arrogant in his life. What kind of arrogance did it take to ask someone for the answer to a question, only to then tell them that their understanding of it was too shallow?
There was war coming, war that even he had to be as prepared for as possible. And he didn't care about a future where his descendants didn't exist as free as they should.
Sylas was no real descendant of his. He was a fake, a genius who had taken what shouldn't be his. And unfortunately for him, he was going to learn the hard way that for some Genes, not only could you not mess with them in the present time, but you also couldn't hope to mess around with those from the past, because someone with Transcendent Will just might be enraged enough to act.
However, when the Monkey King finally did look up and saw nothing, he shook his head. He was a bit disappointed.
Though he had resolved to kill Sylas, his impression of Sylas was still pretty good. This was beneath Sylas, though. But he guessed this was what happened when you followed an incorrect path of Pride that insisted you win every battle there was.
The harder you were, the more brittle you were.
The Monkey King looked back toward Sylas, but he didn't find the latter suddenly attacking. Instead, Sylas was shaking his head.
"I'm not talking to you," Sylas said calmly.
The Monkey King was confused for a moment, and then his pupils suddenly constricted into pinholes.
At that moment, the Monkey King of the past-the Monkey King seated upon his lofty throne-
Was suddenly forced to look up.
"Impossible, huh? Seems I managed just fine."

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