Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2168

"I'LL KILL YOU!" The Prince roared.

His muscles bulged, his body expanding in size and ripping at his black-red robes.

There was a flicker and a flash, and The Prince appeared in the arena that only The Duchess and Sylas had shared just moments ago.

BOOM.

The Prince rocketed forward without the slightest hesitation, his spear appearing at Sylas' throat in a flash.

Sylas side-stepped, his gaze languid. He could read The Prince like an open book. It almost felt like he was playing a video game that he had all the combinations down for.

The problem the Prince faced while battling him was that he understood the limits of the Sanguara bloodline too well. He understood its peaks and valleys, its strengths and weaknesses, how best to attack it and how best to defend against it.

They were all so fast, so strong, their stamina reserves were near endless, but they lacked any real sort of ranged abilities. They weren't flexible enough to use Rune Mastery—at least not any form of Rune Mastery that Sylas had ever seen before, and because they relied so heavily on blood, if you ignored the feints and twitching cadence of their exterior muscles, and instead listened to the flow of blood roaring through their veins, you could predict exactly where their strikes would land, how much power they would have, and when it would strike true.

Of course, deciphering the echo of streaming blood was impossible unless you understood the inner workings of how they worked. Their control over their blood was absolute, and The Prince was an expert amongst their experts.

Unfortunately for him, Sylas' comprehension Abilities were simply off the charts.

As were his Comprehensions themselves.

Sylas' body flashed with a light of emerald. His Madness Comprehension bloomed and his Will advanced by more than 100x. In an instant, his telekinetic martial arts arrived with the full brunt of his presence, his Luscent Dominion flashed, arcs of lightning combining with his Will in ways that should have been impossible.

It was almost like his presence alone was enough to manifest the Aether from thin air.

With another side step, he drew an upper cut through the air, nearly sending The Prince's spear flying out of his control.

He took a quick step forward, but when the Prince thought he would attack from his right, Sylas' steps quickly shifted. He passed beneath the spear and unleashed a fist at the Prince's left flank.

BANG.

Lightning erupted out of the Prince's back but somehow left his skin and robes unscathed. His eyes bulged in their sockets, blood flying from his mouth.

Sylas exhaled a breath, and for a moment, it almost seemed like he had calmed and would retreat, only for his limbs to suddenly accelerate.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

Three quick strikes landed so fast the echoes nearly layered into a single blooming cadence. A fist against the Prince's belly, a sweep at the side of his knee, an elbow across his chin, all before he could even bring his spear back into his control.

Sylas' body blurred as the world became a dazed stream of endless nothing around the Prince. The latter's blood had been disrupted, and every one of the attacks Sylas had levied had layered his Will into them.

He used his emerald, Will-laced lightning to penetrate The Prince's exterior defenses. Then he forced his Seals to be applied directly into the latter's body.

The flow of the Prince's blood slowed, and by the time Sylas appeared behind him, kicking out a heel at the back of his knee, causing the man to fall to it, the Prince was already seeing little more than black.

Sylas' palm clasped onto The Prince's head, pressing down firmly. Lightning raged out of him as he looked ahead, his eyes a deathly shade of indifferent.