Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 114

Chapter 114 Sorrow

The Basilisk King was forced to retreat again and again, its high Constitution becoming akin to minced meat.",

Every time it tried to counter, Sylas would suppress it with his superior Speed.

We walked the creature down, his fists falling like rain and his kicks coming in a sudden change up, striking down any counter the beast might have had. _{freeweɓnovel.cѳm}

The roars of rage came from the Basilisk King in steady waves, but Sylas' Aetherflow was too overwhelming.

Right now, both his Strength and Madness boosted telekinesis were at 89. With Aetherflow, there was a 5% boost given due to the skill of his fist arts, raising it from 93 to 94.

However… none of this accounted for the extra Effectiveness of Madness Control nor the hidden increase in Effectiveness his telekinesis had gotten after unlocking Basic Aetherflow. It was the latter that allowed him to go from casually controlling 10 pound object to now near 30.

Even so, all of this paled in comparison to a single fast…

Sylas was stacking his blows. The Basilisk King wasn't suffering just one punch of his at over 90 Strength, it was suffering a layering of three of them. Sylas had realized that instead of controlling three daggers at once, he could just use his mind to visualize his fists and kicks three times over. Although this wasn't the same as having 270 Strength, not even close…

To the Basilisk King, there might as well have not been a difference.

Sylas took a step back, sliding out of the way of a swinging tail and suddenly driving an elbow down.

An illusory elbow appeared above the Basilisk King's tail and smashed it right into the ground.

He reached down, pinning the tail with a foot, grabbing it with a free hand.

The Basilisk King roared, but Sylas picked it up with ease.

He raised into the skies, and just as the creature was going to make an attempt to bite his head off again, he smashed it down.

His muscles bulged, his veins popping as illusory hands layered his own. He grabbed the snake with two hands, his 89 Strength roaring as he picked it up and smashed it again.

Brant could barely breathe as he watched Sylas throw the snake around like it was a rag dog. Every vicious slam sent a larger rain of blood spilling out into the surroundings, and the Basilisk King's roars of rage quickly became faint whimpers.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Sylas' torso flexed and his heel spun on the ground, sending the snake careening into the sturdy walls of the Dungeon.

The sickening sound of bones cracking echoed.

The creature had tried to use <Solidify> several times to protect itself. But when Sylas was using his fists, he simply projected them right past its barrier, and when he used the basilisk itself as a weapon, what could its shields do aside from become another sturdy surface for it to crash into?