Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2183

The Monkey King's staff suddenly swung up to meet Sylas' own.

In that moment, one could have almost said that the two of them had swapped bodies. During their first battle, it was the Monkey King with the wild grin and oppressive, unbridled style, while Sylas was the one with the cold glare and focused gaze.

This time, it was the complete opposite.

Sylas relocated like the wind. The echo of his first strike had hardly landed when he comboed into a second and a third.

He suddenly kicked out as a fourth strike, the first three having been blocked by the flickering afterimages of the Monkey King's staff. It hardly felt like the staff was trackable, moving so fast through the air it never stayed in the same spot for more than a fraction of a second.

But Sylas' mind seemed ten steps ahead. His scythe swirled and moved in rotating hard winds that sliced through the void of space, mixing a flurry of feints and strikes that were nigh impossible to follow.

He matched the Monkey King's superior speed and agility with a skill that seemed beyond what a human should have been able to manage.

And when his foot stomped out and collided with the Monkey King's chest to his bulging eyes' horror, it felt like it was a kick that could have never been dodged in the first place.

BOOM.

Air currents blasted out from the Monkey King's back, the force of the blow deforming his rib cage so much just the echo of the snap and pop kicked up winds that could have leveled mountains.

Sylas didn't manage to slam through the Monkey King's body, but it didn't matter, not when he was already gearing up his fifth strike, then his sixth and seventh.

Sylas' momentum grew, his Will spilling out into the world in endless, undying torrents. He surged ahead, his eyes darting around as though he was fighting dozens of enemies at once instead of just one.

But in reality, he was accounting for the shifting Runes in the air, the twinkling currents of the Aether, the vibrating solar winds themselves. There was no variable he wasn't accounting for, no calculation that was beyond his means to grasp.

Infinite. His mind felt infinite, endless, unmovable and undeniable.

Unfathomable.

Fathomless.

Chi. Chi. Chi. Chi. Chi.

Ribbons of blood were cut out of the Monkey King's body. He stumbled back again and again, his hand-like feet planting harder and harder with every hurried and stumbling retreat.

A line of blood was cut out of his cheek, then his shoulder. The scythe hooked to his back, pulling forth like he was about to be yanked off a stage, when in reality such a strike landing would have undoubtedly split him in two.

It was like the Monkey King had completely lost his creativity in battle. He was too predictable, too readable. His strength and raw speed were so far beyond Sylas' own, and yet it didn't seem to matter at all.

An emerald glow coated Sylas' body, a golden radiance spilling out from its cracks almost like it didn't just want to be a simple green any longer.

And hidden within that gold, a crackling array of colors seemed hidden even further beneath.

Every shift and change that came from Sylas caused a ripple through his Will itself, and in response, he only seemed to become faster. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Sparks of lightning spontaneously formed around Sylas, surging and combining, splitting and multiplying.

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