Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1628

Chapter 1628 The Sanctum

Sylas exhaled a breath and stepped down from the body.

There was a flicker of Runes around him, and he was pulled off of the arena and sent back to the top tier with the 073, 003, 002, and 001 Sanctums.

He didn't seem to notice, looking down at his own knuckles to assess what damage there might be.

Using his telekinesis to amplify his own physical strength was quite effective. It was practically like adding 350,000 stat points to his Physical. But the problem was that his base Constitution stats were too weak. Without a balance in stats, one was bound to drag down the other.

The good news was that this could be mitigated in two ways.

First, there were his Scorned Wraps that gave him a +100% in his base Constitution.

The second was to be more clever with his application of telekinesis. He could split it into two streams, one that was offensive and another that was defensive.

Unfortunately, for the time being, the former was the far better solution.

Just coating your body with telekinesis wasn't the advantage you thought it was. Every joint moved independently, and the timing also had to be perfect. You couldn't just treat the body as one object; otherwise, you'd lose Dexterity.

There was a give and take, a push and pull every time you applied telekinesis to yourself.

For example, if Sylas wanted to throw a punch, accelerating that punch at the tail end of the attack just before it landed was the easiest method, but it wasn't the most effective method.

Getting into the weeds could easily greatly complicate things. There was a reason though there were a large population of telekinetic ability users here, only Sylas was using his to amplify his body so frequently.

Others preferred easier methods.

It's its own martial art, Sylas concluded. One I'll have to figure out very soon.

As of now, there was no damage to his hand. But he bet if he could perfect his telekinesis as a true extension of his body, there would be no need to worry about his Constitution at all.

Sylas looked up and saw rows of gazes looking at him with fear and trepidation.

And then he looked past them, feeling a different gaze.

For the first time, Sylas saw Robareda. She had a calm to her at this moment, one that exuded complete confidence.

Sylas completely ignored her, giving her a sparing glance as though he didn't even register her beauty. The moment he sensed the scent of a Serpentes, he knew that she would be irrelevant.

It was someone else who he sensed as far more of a threat.

Amende.

Plumes of crimson rippled off him, and Sylas continued to observe him as though he was interested in something. After a moment, Sylas looked away.

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