Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2161

Sylas got faster and faster, cutting down one enemy after another. Having to only focus on one enemy at a time made it impossibly easy. Let alone burning through his reserves any more, his stamina was actually quickly rising once again.

His claws dug through the eyes of a golden monkey, lightning shooting out of them and ripping its brain to pieces. He tossed its corpse to the side, stepping through the threshold of the next challenge.

He kicked out before the monk even fully formed, smashing their nose in.

His senses were heightened to an excess degree. He felt them even before they arrived, every little detail down to the smallest of timings clicking on a high-octane cadence.

BANG.

The monk stumbled back and Sylas shot forward, sliding to a stop by its side and punching out like lightning.

His fist came down onto its nose. The monk never got a chance to bend back forward, its brain matter splattering across the ground.

Sylas continued to the next, and then the next after that, and then the next after that.

He perfectly balanced conserving his energy and destroying his enemies as quickly as possible. Every action he took was reflected in the Duchess' body, the heat her skin was radiating growing with every passing second as though she was undergoing an intense training process herself.

The directness of Sylas' combat style felt almost like it was cheating. He didn't seem to use the same pattern twice at all. He didn't have a style in the first place. It was like he was only using his body like he would a tool, executing based on both what it could accomplish and what corners he could force his enemies into.

Sylas had only been poor in combat for a short time when the Summoning began back on Earth, and even back then he was only poor by his own standard.

The sharper his Will and senses became, the less his original skill level mattered. Slowly afterward, the skill he had lacked began to increase.

He learned more from a single battle than others could fathom. When he fought a person, he wasn't just learning from how that battle went, but he was also learning from every way it could have gone but didn't.

When he dodged a punch to the left, he had already played out what would have happened had he gone right, had he taken a step back and slipped it, or even had he countered with a parry, or simply a straight counter.

Everyone saw one exchange, but his mind was playing out dozens in real time. And every move that was made, he played out a dozen more. By the time he struck down an enemy, he would have already played out a dozen raised to a dozen more, continuously, for every exchange there had been.

Sylas had already fought more battles than he cared to count now. Experience that would have taken others thousands, tens of thousands, maybe even more millennia than that to build, he had built up in just under two years.

And he was passing on all of that to the Duchess in real time.

BANG.

Sylas jabbed out quickly, clipping the golden monkey monk's nose. He pulled his fists back, tucking his chin behind his shoulder as he chose to take a swing of the staff head on this time.

His shoulders rolled and the staff glanced off of him, tilting up and parrying itself well over his head.

He took a sharp step forward, his pivot foot twisting as his fist corked through the air. The winds whipped around his knuckles, churning like blades.

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