Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1395

Sylas exhaled a steaming breath, his eye splitting into an illusion of twelve over his helm. Auras of violet and emerald twisted and spun into one another, the world trembling as his output increased from +10,000 to over +20,000.

There was a dense flicker in his eyes and the world was culled.

In a blink, Zolte had appeared before him, his halberd striking out, but Sylas' tail arched through the air in an almost elegant swing. It felt like it was following the natural motion of the world, Runes bending and forging around it as his telekinesis made the limb—one which carried no weight at all—carry the momentum of a falling meteor.

BANG.

Tail and halberd met, the former slapping the latter away in a torrent of sparks while Sylas' palm slammed into Zolte's chest.

Zolte took a single step back, his halberd careening backward under the momentum of Sylas' strike and sparking more as it tried and failed to cut into the hard marble floors.

Sylas' eyes flashed as he seemed to see an opening to attack, but Zolte flowed smoothly into another strike. The tip of his halberd balanced on the ground, his body arching backward and his foot angling up in a kick that crackled against the air.

The kick swung with a momentum that compressed and shuddered space, appearing at the side of Sylas' head in a blink.

Sylas' gaze only flickered as he used [Glassvolt Prism Arts] again, his Glassvolt Comprehension still active to boost its defenses hugely.

The moment the kick landed, he swapped out his Glassvolt Comprehension for Mixed Demonic Arts once more, his tail swinging back along with an arm to catch Zolte's leg the instant its momentum slowed.

BANG.

The leg crashed through the defensive shield but lost a large majority of its power. Not having been powered by a Skill in the first place, and being far too improvised, its effectiveness was lacking.

Caught by a heavy tail and a strong arm, Zolte found his leg pinned to Sylas' hip.

Rather than taking a step back, Sylas stepped forward, a leg kicking out against Zolte's knee.

Any other person would have snapped every ligament in their leg in that instant, but Zolte only groaned. Even so, his knee collapsed in one direction, his balance being thrown off entirely.

Sylas' eyes flashed once again. The instant Zolte lost his balance, it was over. It only took a single intent, a single usage of the Scorned Wraps to end his life.

But as though he had felt the danger pulling at the very depths of his soul, Zolte's Skai Eye pulsed with life, a concentrated beam of Will moving so fast it slammed against Sylas' forehead before he could complete his grappling maneuver.

The momentum of the illusory beam was somehow so great that Sylas' head snapped back, a second foot lashing out and smashing against his chest.

Sylas grunted, his body being sent flying backward.

Zolte's intent sharpened as he flipped, landing on the tips of his toes deftly. Using his halberd to gather up momentum, his body flared with life.

With a thought, his crimson Will took another shape, wide wings forming along his back. He stomped a foot and practically teleported forward, his body appearing high above Sylas' soaring form as he slammed down with all his might.

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