Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2081

Chapter 2081: Scraping

A ghost step in martial arts was a piece of footwork that even mortals could execute. It was designed to make one's perception falter for a moment, glitching as one tried to recognize exactly when the step was taken.

Of course, mortals couldn't use an actual illusion, it was just a clever use of body mechanics, a form of a sliding step rather than a jump, leap, or lunge.

Sylas had seen it many times before, he had even practiced it during the days he was trying to improve his Comprehensions and successfully form Mixed Martial Arts before it became Mixed Demonic Arts and now Mixed Chaotic Arts.

He had never seen it executed like this.

It was almost like the Glutton's feet didn't move at all. His toes barely twitched the slightest bit, and in the next instant, his fist was already at Sylas' throat.

Two rounded knuckles pressed forward with the momentum of a thrusting sword. It felt like putting a palm in front of it would have ripped your hand right in two.

Yet that was exactly what Sylas did. Taking a step back, he slapped a palm forward.

Pa.

He retrieved his palm, taking on the momentum of the Glutton's strike and then shifting his feet.

His arm pulled back so fast it almost looked like the Glutton had blown it from his shoulders, and yet Sylas turned all that momentum into torque that erupted into a heel kick aimed for the side of the Glutton's temple.

The Glutton had already raised a forearm to block, taking a step inside at the same time. Rather than facing the peak of Sylas' power at the latter's heel, the Glutton's forearm met the back of Sylas' knee instead, jetting out his elbow and forcing it to curl.

Sylas doubled down, snapping his heel toward the back of the Glutton's head, but as though having already expected this as well, the Glutton shifted, ducking down and then sweeping a leg at Sylas' ankle.

Sylas doubled down, snapping his heel toward the back of the Glutton's head, but as though having already expected this as well, the Glutton shifted, ducking down and then sweeping a leg at Sylas' ankle.

Caught with his pivot foot firmly planted, Sylas' ankle nearly snapped on impact, but he once again allowed the momentum to carry him, his body flipping through the air.

Sylas crossed his arms, blocking the combination kick the Glutton followed up with. Even upside down, he didn't lose his awareness of the battlefield. Instead, he kicked down from above, using the Glutton's attack to stop his sideways momentum and turn it all into a reversed axe kick.

BANG.

This time, it was the Glutton who blocked, crossing his arms above his head.

The two rapidly separated, sliding across the ground until their toes curled them to a stop.

A radiant emerald gold coated Sylas' being, but the Glutton's Will exuded an endless depth, a dark brown that was both fathomless and without end.

All the while, he had never taken his feet from the earth, just like the first time they met. The difference was that this time, Sylas recognized exactly why that was.

But knowing the Glutton was taking energy from the earth and stopping him from doing so were two completely different things.

They both settled for the same ultimate choice, charging in a flash. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

It was rare Sylas battled someone who didn't use weapons. Usually, he was the one restricted until recent events had changed things. It struck him that he had never truly exchanged with a real close combat expert.

And watching the intentionality of the chess moves the Glutton used in his stances, down tThis was an Art in itself.

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