Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2079

Chapter 2079: Obstruct

Sylas suddenly moved for the first time, his body executing a perfect uppercut. Everything down from the twist in his pivot foot to the sturdiness of his plant leg was perfect. The twist in his hip, the torque of his torso, the focus in his eyes, he almost looked like he had come right out of a boxing form handbook.

But he was slow. Impossibly slow. Moving at a crawl that made it look like he was just straining his muscles to the utmost degree rather than locking himself in battle. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

At that sort of pace, there was simply no strength that could be left behind his blow at all.

And yet, when it landed, it was like the puppet had been blown to dust.

There was a crack and then its entire upper half was blown to smithereens. A crashing wave of power shot out from Sylas' fist as though it had erupted from a cannon, vaporizing the puppet to nothingness.

Sylas exhaled a breath, his face already slightly pale. And yet, this was just the fourth step. Ahead, it looked like the mountain was endlessly tall, just how many more steps were there? Its peak could hardly be seen.

The only small ray of hope was that the stairs were very tall, already taller than Sylas at the base, and they only seemed to be growing taller.

But it didn't even look like Sylas could do three more stairs right now, let alone the hundreds that were probably left.

But while pale, Sylas didn't look moved by the situation at all. He simply returned... and then it was the Glutton's turn.

From the very beginning, the Glutton had done little more than stare daggers at Sylas. He hadn't even communicated with Alpine when the latter tried to make an alliance with him. Though, to Alpine's credit, he didn't show any outward frustration from this. One would have thought he never spoke to the Glutton at all.

The Glutton was also the only one of them all still sitting in his cage, his face hidden behind a hood, a pair of crimson eyes looking out as brown Will formed an aura of skin all around him.

When he appeared on the stairs, there was a pause. For a moment it seemed like he wasn't going to make the same decision as the others and that he would actually fight.

Sylas' eyes narrowed. It was his first change in expression since he began.

'Not good.' Sylas contemplated to himself.

The plan he had worked out assumed that he would be the only one to fight the puppets until at least the last few rounds. But if there was an interruption, the puppets he had primed to fight exactly how he expected would divert.

Sylas' plan was actually quite simple.

The puppets worked through adaptation, but that adaptation was done through simple observation. They would then take that input and provide an output.

But the input wasn't limited to the person right in front of it, it was assessing everything in relation to the world around it.

The good news was that the environments were a perfect blank slate. Every stair was the same and there was nothing but a single white ground to battle on, one without the slightest bit of give.

As such, the only thing it had to react to was Sylas and whomever else it fought.

But Sylas could limit that scope even further. Using Fathomless Rune Creation, he could force the puppet into his own world. And in the world he created, he could limit the rules into such a narrow scope that the puppet would be equally as limited.

For example... the puppet could be made to think the only way to attack was a finger to the forehead done at extreme slow motion.

Sulsel plan had hoon simpla While the others thought that he was doing things the wrong way he had actually

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