Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1906

Chapter 1906: Humiliation

Sylas had already begun to walk out from the crowd of 713th Emperors when they showed. Now, he stood easily a few hundred meters from either group, basking in a no man's land that left him facing the brunt of their thousands of Wills all on his own.

From Cheetahs to Ravens to Lizards to Doves, dozens of different Lineages, each one with their own Pride, faced off against him.

Sylas' brows remained relaxed, his eyes almost dim and unfocused as though he were looking right through them. And then he looked back at the 713th Cycle of Emperors.

They seemed caught between not knowing what to do and feeling proud that their disciples had stepped forward like this. They didn't seem to actually consider whether or not these disciples of theirs could do anything.

Sylas looked back, and one of them had already surged forward.

Too furious for words, a familiar Lizard Emperor couldn't hold back anymore.

As she rocketed through the air, a Spirit roaring out of her, scales of green and grey coated her body. In a flashing instant, her Emperor Armor formed atop it, her already large and looming body increasing to a size even greater than before.

Her fist appeared in front of Sylas in a blink.

BOOM.

Sylas stood there, his hands in his pockets, the fist completely frozen a single inch from his nose.

Wind blew his hair back, but the Emperor Armor creaked and then shattered to pieces.

The Lizard Emperor's power was snuffed out.

Chi.

A Spatial Rune fluttered by, and blood spurted into the air.

Sylas walked forward as though he had phased through her body, but in reality, he formed a portal right through her body as though he couldn't be bothered to walk around her at all.

She fell to her knees after he passed by, her inner organs completely turned to minced meat. She hadn't even managed to get a single hit in.

Was this really... an E-tier?

Sylas wasn't touched by even a single droplet of blood. He never took his hands out of his pockets. He never even seemed to look at the woman directly.

All the rage she had been building up, all of the indignation and fury—it was all worthless in that moment.

Sylas didn't even pause after killing her, as though he didn't care about retaliation.

The other youths froze. They couldn't believe it.

And then came the roars. As agitated as they had been before, they reached a fever pitch now.

If they had resolved to die and face the consequences, how could they back down now?

They couldn't.

They wouldn't.

"TOGETHER!" one of them roared.

Sylas took a step, and a force rippled outward.

BANG.

One fell flat first, his head slamming into the earth so hard his skull cracked.

BANG.

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