Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2169

Sylas tracked the knee through the air. Runes flickered at his chin, spatial distortions twitching and bending the air around him.

The Prince's knee landed, or rather it looked and felt like it did, until it didn't. The Prince's hip stretched through, his leg passing through Sylas' flesh and bone as though it wasn't there at all.

In his dazed state, the Prince didn't understand what happened at all, but Thessa felt her heart skip a beat. What level of Rune Mastery was that? How could Sylas make something phase through him like that and in such a short time?

It would have required precise control of every cell in that part of his body, and then to somehow put them all back together without killing himself—.

BANG.

But now, that was hardly the only problem. Forcing something to phase through you required also countering the Prince so that his Will couldn't disrupt anything.

Any one of those feats was simply… impossible.

Sylas shot forward. His head and forearms were still interlocked with the Prince, the latter's shin being forced backward on his shoulder. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Pushing right past it all and his broken wrist, Sylas' forehead slammed into the Prince's nose.

Sparks of lightning arced between them and clarity returned to the Prince's eyes.

Just like Sylas wanted. Fighting the zombie-like Sanguara was orders of magnitude harder.

Blood spurted from the Prince's nose and Sylas dodged to one side before it formed into a blade that tore through where he had just stood.

Rolling, he quickly shot back up to his feet in time to snap his wrist back into place and cross his forearms before his body just as the Prince's foot nearly collided with his chest.

BANG.

Sylas slid back but he absorbed the blow much better than he should have. It made little sense for someone who had just snapped his wrist like a twig to do so little damage on a kick, and the Prince seemed to realize this as well, but before he could understand why, Sylas was already pivoting and then closing the distance.

A furious exchange of blows erupted from between them, and as they fought, the Prince seemed to grow weaker, and weaker, and then weaker still.

Sylas, by comparison, seemed to accelerate. Glowing lines of emerald coated his body, a golden hue tinging his Will just the slightest bit. He radiated an air of control and of royalty.

Every strike he sent out was sharp and precise. He whittled down The Prince's rage, his Pride, his fury, step by step, walking him down like he would a cornered beast.

And even then, when the Prince sought to lash out and regain any semblance of control, Sylas crushed it.

"Ni." The echo of a tonal syllable rocketed out of Sylas' mouth like a cymbal had been crushed.

The concussive blow shook the brain in the Prince's skull, the juices within it rattling around.

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