Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1999

Chapter 1999: 100%

Deacon had never felt this in control in his life. And yet the irony was that he wasn't in control of the slightest things. Every movement flowed into the next, as though he wasn't deciding what came next based on timing, training, or even instinct, but instead some higher power that had dictated that this was what produced the most sense in the moment.

It was a martial art of grace, of beauty, of purity. It embodied the Dove, and as he moved, one elegant arc of his sword following into the next, it was like he was plucking the strings of a symphony, one harmony layering atop the next until his body split so many different ways and down so many different iterations he ceased being capable of losing.

Yes. This was how a Dove should attack, it was the only way a Dove could attack, the only way that made sense.

It was ingrained into the depths of his bones. As though constellations in the skies had been written to foretell of this day alone, streaking lines of light filled the clouds above and Deacon released a low shout.

Chi.

His blade pierced through Keyesen's defenses and the latter fell down harshly to a single knee. The ground cracked, the temple trembling.

And all the while, Sylas stood there with his hands clasped behind his back.

It was truly nothing more than a joke to him.

Had Keyesen touched upon the plane of Demi-Gods? Yes, he had.

Had his Armor and Spirit reflected that? Yes, they had.

Had his strength sky-rocketed beyond the normal realms of what was possible for a D-tier? At least partially. Keyesen certainly had claim to be the strongest D-tier currently in the Mortal Realm.

But that was only because Sylas was an E-tier.

If Keyesen had Demi-God Aura to pull on, why wouldn't Sylas? And beneath Sylas' Will, the Runes that formed Deacon's body had no choice but to dance to his tune.

Beneath the wave of his Will, the orchestra that was Deacon's Rune Armor was pulled along his tempo.

Deacon would likely never be capable of displaying this might with his Armor again. Or maybe it would become a light for him to strive for.

What was clear enough to Sylas, though...

Was that Keyesen was not worthy of him lifting a finger personally. Nosphaleen had certainly been right about one thing.

"NO!"

Sylas walked forward as though he hadn't heard Pedraeg at all. Soon, he stood shoulder to shoulder with a Deacon who seemed to be huffing all the air in the atmosphere at once. The latter wheezed for breath continuously, and yet no matter how much he did, it just didn't seem like enough air.

When he felt Sylas' presence, his body stiffened.

Deacon wasn't a fool. He knew that his battle just now had been all Sylas. Never did he think the little F-tier from the gathering would be in such a position one day... and certainly not so fast.

Had it even been a year since then?

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