Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1633

Chapter 1633 Mixed Demonic Arts.

Sylas appeared before the first wave of Demons, and it felt as though he had become a completely different person.

Until now, he was calm and collected, his eyes the picture of a cool chill, every one of his actions calculated and thought out countless steps ahead. While he was violent, it was nothing short of controlled. While he was merciless, it was nothing short of by design.

But the moment his canines flashed, his hair dancing into the air, his muscles rippling like steel cords layered onto one another in a fine mesh of power... It was like he had become something else entirely.

Something that was hardly human at all.

Mixed Demonic Arts.

He slapped down the palm of a slashing Demon claw, hooking an elbow across its chin with an explosion of his telekinesis. Its head burst into a flower of poorly molded mud, but it was already snapping back together in the next instant of time.

These Demons had Constitutions with Effectiveness that was off the charts. Not only were their mud barriers hard to break down, but even upon breaking them down, they could easily reform.

There was no part of them that seemed to be capable of being targeted for a lethal attack unless you could shred them to pieces entirely-and the moment you got hung up on a single one of them, there were ten more ready to follow up in the next instant.

However, Sylas acted as though he didn't understand this at all, his leg sweeping out in a continuation of his combo, pulsing with an emerald light as his telekinesis surged once again.

The creature was knocked off its feet, and Sylas' heel came smashing down from above.

The Scorned Wraps surged and tore into its body, finding purchase on something deeply hidden and ripping.

Sylas didn't even look back after crushing its head into paste, trapping the swinging arm-turned-ax of another mud Demon to his waist.

He took a step back, arching his head out of the way of yet another attack.

Telekinesis grabbed onto the body of the Demon he was holding onto, sending it sprawling forward to follow his motion. With a pivot of his foot and a twist of his hips, he launched it over his head.

It sparked into flames and shattered to pieces in the air.

Sylas continued on, his mind calculating out dozens of moves ahead. Somehow, every time he maneuvered on the battlefield, he was capable of forcing one continuous series of one-on-one battles after another.

It was almost like the Demons were lining up to fight him in a calm procession-when in reality, they didn't have this sort of patience at all, nor did it have anything to do with Nosphaleen.

Sylas' ability to control the battlefield after reading the attack patterns of the Demons again and again had become unprecedented. This battle... he wanted to use it to ingrain his understanding of those exact attack patterns once again.

This wasn't the real Demon World-these were simulations-and all simulations had their limitations. And if even the system that the universe as a whole relied on could be manipulated, how much easier was it to manipulate a simulation created by an organization that couldn't hold a candle to the system's original creator?

Sylas' Scorned Wraps pulled on the ankle of a mud Demon, spreading its leg out into an uncomfortable split in the same motion as Sylas' rising ax kick, a line of connection formed between both of their ankles.

Sylas' heel descended in a violent torrent that split its body in two, sparkling lines of silver and black Aether carrying the air of space, time, and chaos forming the blunt attack into the sharpest blade on the battlefield.

Not a single motion of Sylas' was wasted.

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