Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2185

Sylas tried to breathe evenly, but his breath approached out in hurricane force gusts. His body was too tired, and he couldn't allow himself to relax. A single slip up and his body would be ripped apart from the inside out by the Monkey King.

Air wheezed through a small gap between the rows of his teeth, his eyes still staring at the knight whose head seemed to encompass the entire universe.

Pressure weighed down on his shoulders, partially from the Monkey King's Will, and partially from his own. To think that he would be faced with such a dilemma.

This knight… it existed outside the bounds of spacetime, a state that Sylas wanted most of all, but couldn't yet achieve. And because of that, it was in the best position possible to do this.

Did Sylas find it pathetic that the Monkey King was relying on such an external item to make things work for him? Yes. But it didn't really matter now, did it. The results spoke for themselves, and the weight on his shoulders was only growing heavier because of it.

The Monkey King's laughter boomed. He seemed in no particular rush to deal a killing blow, allowing the Will in the air to hang heavier and heavier, chipping away at what stamina Sylas had left.

And there truly wasn't much of it at all.

This demonic form burned Sylas from the inside out, and it chewed up his Will in ways he thought shouldn't have been possible for True Infinite Will.

When the Monkey King asked him just how long he could keep that up for, he wasn't wrong to do so. However…

Sylas took one final breath, forcing the cadence of them to become calm even at the expense of his body. And then, for the first time since this began, he slowly looked toward the Monkey King.

The look he held immediately infuriated the latter.

Sylas shifted to the side, but a hole was ripped out of his chest as something grabbed hold of his lung from the inside and pulled. A bursting spray of blood flew into the surroundings, falling down in a torrent as though every drop of Sylas was worth a tsunami.

"Lower your gaze." The Monkey King growled.

Sylas, of course, did no such thing.

The Monkey King vanished. Sylas suddenly punched out.

BANG.

Sylas took a heavy step back, and in that moment, something grabbed at his body again. This time it didn't take the shape of a hand, but instead simply a hook. It latched onto his Aether Pathway and pulled, tearing the organ out of his body through his shoulder and snapping it.

Sylas' arm proceeded limp as he skated back, but the Monkey King dropped into a low stance, closing in the distance swiftly, then slamming a palm to the ground and swinging his heel up toward Sylas' temple.

Sylas blocked with his scythe and forearm, only for another hook to appear in his hip and yank out his Aether Pathway once again.

A grunt left Sylas' lips as he twisted away, failing to stop the initial damage.

His feet stumbled, his leg not quite working like it once did before. He had grown too used to using Aether to supplement his movements. Outside of his telekinesis, it was probably his greatest reliance in keeping up with those who had raw strength far beyond his own.

And now with every cut and sever, he was losing control of that.

It was like there was nothing inside of his body that the Monkey King couldn't target.

BOOM. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

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