Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2063

Chapter 2063: Excited

There was hardly the briefest instance of a pause. The moment the woman recognized Sylas, she moved, her claws raking across the skies almost like arcing black lightning. The jagged changes and myriad of shifts reflected the natural phenomena perfectly, and by the time it was upon Sylas, the weight of the world was already following it.

Sylas' eyes narrowed. He took a step back, his body instantly becoming coated in lines of emerald green and vibrant golds. His hair danced along with his trench coat, the world slowing down from his perspective as his own claws crackled with chaos to meet the woman's.

[Chaotic Menace].

Chi.

BANG.

The air crackled and shattered between their claws, one descending from above and the other drawing from below as though to execute an uppercut.

Space cracked, their claws hovering in empty space for a moment, unable to move forward a single inch.

BANG.

The two separated.

Sylas skidded back, his gaze flickering. He hadn't exactly gone all out, but he had put quite a bit into that attack. This woman was powerful. But if she knew what Sylas was thinking, her only reaction could have been absolute fury.

She was already at the pinnacle of the C-tier. Why did there even exist an E-tier that could react to her speed, let alone counter it with an attack that seemed just as casual on both their parts?

Sylas didn't even seem to be particularly shaken.

At that point, even the howling man with a stack of three eyes on his forehead was looking toward Sylas, every one of those eyes flickering with a dancing excitement.

"Is that who I think it is?"

"Deuvuo, read a room."

A man dressed in all black spoke slowly, almost too slowly. Sylas would have thought he was another Sloth if not for the fact he didn't have the feel for it.

But the man was something else Sylas recognized.

Another Thryskai. This one seemed more a distant relation, not neatly falling into any one of the Sona, Purvon, or Buri. Sylas thought that maybe he was from one of the other four Mortal Thryskai Clans, but something about him felt off.

He had the big belly of a Buri, but radiated the heat of a Sona. It seemed that he was the product of both.

"Don't talk to me about reading a room, half-breed."

The black-dressed man vanished, a sword longer than his body and thicker than his waist thrusting toward Deuvuo's gut.

Deuvuo let off an uproarious laughter before he punched at it, his knuckles meeting the blade. Or rather, it almost did.

The black-clothed man suddenly vanished and appeared behind Sylas, his thrust becoming a slash that came down from above, a roaring momentum soaring from its deepest depths.

His blade passed through empty air.

Sylas' body vanished, but rather than appearing in a far-off distance, he only appeared by the side of the blade, punching out.

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