Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2137

Sylas' eyes darted back and forth as he paid attention to their movements. With the battle with Nosphaleen and Cassarae, he was sure of which of them would win. But the talent gap between Cassarae and the Duchess was far closer.

The other problem was that both of them were also apparently capable of constantly improving.

The ability of the Duchess to pour more blood into her intentions, strengthening her body and increasing her speed, felt endless.

By comparison, Cassarae seemed constantly capable of pulling more and more from her Sword Will. The world continued to whine, shift and move almost as though she was controlling spacetime instead of just her own blade.

At some point, the two of them seemed to gain some tacit understanding between one another. They didn't bother to use any skills or special techniques. It was practically a battle of raw power and the two of them were akin to a pair of female T-Rexes constantly butting heads and smashing through the earth.

The Golden Battlefield to Sylas' back shook as though it might collapse any moment now, the shuddering impact of every strike they levied akin to a natural disaster with every intention of ripping them to pieces.

Sylas sighed again.

He felt that this battle would probably go on for a while. At the very least, it was a beautiful sight to behold.

He might not care very much for the Duchess, but she was truly a beautiful woman. Even fighting in the nude as she was, and even given her violent and straightforward combat style, there was still a gorgeous sort of grace to the way her body glided through the air.

Her expression was fierce and didn't carry the slightest shift, but the way her sweat glistened down the flare of her hips and the perkiness of her breasts left Sylas paying quite some attention.

By comparison, Cassarae only grew more perfect every day herself. The higher her Race climbed, and the more Sylas helped her to elevate, the closer to perfection she reached as well.

Sylas loved his wife, to the point that no matter what she looked like, he felt that she would always be the most perfect woman in his eyes. He had said many times who he felt the most beautiful women he had ever laid his eyes on were, and amongst that number Cassarae had never been there, but that wasn't because he felt she was inferior.

It was because he placed his own wife in a separate category all her own.

Sylas was someone who was pragmatic and logical, maybe to a fault. Objectivity was practically his mistress. So despite how he felt, he never actually said those words about Cassarae.

Back on Earth, before the Summoning, there was no doubt that Cassarae was amongst the most beautiful women of their world. She was tall, perfectly curved, and perfectly proportioned.

But in the wider universe, the competition went beyond what most models of Earth could hope to compete with.

However, Sylas had spent so much time away from Cassarae, and his love for her obscured his sight for detail to such a great extent, that he hadn't even realized when she had started to become this truly magnificent specimen of a woman.

Cassarae was no mortal anymore. She was a Demi-God of an A-tier Race. She was blessed with a foundation of beauty that blew most of those in the universe out of the water.

If many of the beauties Sylas had seen had been stripped of their Race Rank and forced to become an F-tier Human like Cassarae had been, how many of them could match up to her?

BANG. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

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