Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1396

Sylas' body seemed to sway. He vanished and appeared again as though he had always been right in front of Zolte.

Chi.

The Space and Time Runes around Sylas shattered to pieces the moment he entered the range of the Thryskai genius. They were just F-Grade Runes, and the Will of an E-tier was too great.

Rather than being teleported within arm's reach, Sylas was a full three meters away. But his expression seemed just the same, not shifting or changing in the slightest.

There was a coldness to his gaze at the moment that was unmoved by the world.

Zolte took advantage, slashing out his halberd.

But just when it was about to cut across Sylas, the latter's body faded as though it were a mere mirage, a mirror that didn't exist in this world at all.

Sylas appeared right in front of Zolte as though he had always been there once again. It was like the reality of the former Sylas with shattered Runes didn't exist.

The True Pride Seed took control of the world around Sylas, and Sylas began to cast Runes with his Archon Casting measures. He wrote one Rune into existence after another, making Zolte question which way was up and which way was down—he didn't even know what was reality any longer.

A shattered Rune? Maybe if Zolte was a D-tier he could manage such a thing. But in front of a Primus Luminaria?

A crown of sparkling light appeared above Sylas' head, his twelve eyes flashing as he swept out a leg.

Zolte slammed the butt of his halberd into the ground to block, only for Sylas' leg to sweep through the opposite side he blocked from.

Confusion colored Zolte's face as he fell to a knee, Sylas' own knee slamming into his nose the moment he fell to hip height. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

His brain rattled in his skull, but to his credit, he tried to counter, swinging out his halberd even on a single knee, but Sylas had already hopped into the air as though he had always been there.

Zolte's blade passed through an afterimage he could have sworn was Sylas' real body, only to be shaken when there was no blood.

Crouching as he leapt into the air, Sylas suddenly spun, unfurling his body to unleash a devastating ax kick right onto the center of Zolte's head.

The sickening sound echoed through the otherwise quiet hall, the eyes of every single one of them so focused on this battle that many had forgotten to breathe.

Zolte felt like he was losing his mind, but to an outsider's perspective, it looked as though he was continuously swinging at air while Sylas treated his body like a bean bag.

The Thryskai genius' face slammed into the hard concrete, his skull cracking in yet another place as his nose practically splattered across the floor.

Pain.

It was all he could feel—just endless pain.

Sylas landed on the ground, exhaling a breath, but that didn't pause his actions as he raised up a hand to the skies.

An enormous hand of emerald green took shape, heavy and formed of his telekinesis. It trembled.

[Glassvolt Prism Arts].

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