Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 311

Chapter 311: Warp

A battle erupted between the two, and with every exchange, Licirius was shocked again and again.

Sylas seemed to have no care for the fact he was facing off against hard steel with his flesh and blood. He had noticed before that the Scorned Wraps might have a minor boost to his Constitution-just 10%-but it had two oddities. _{fɾēewebnσveℓ.com}

One, it seemed to be able to uphold its rules no matter the target. Even treasures that should be far beyond it in Grade were burnt to ash the moment Sylas touched them.

And two...

They seemed to be indestructible. No matter how hard Sylas punched, no matter how sharp the target, there wasn't even the slightest nick on them.

So long as Sylas could withstand the pain, and his bones could withstand the impact...

These Scorned Wraps might very well be the only armor he needed.

Of course, the gap between his Constitution and Licirius' Strength was too wide to be so boldly meeting it like this. However, not only did Sylas have the support of his Aether skin, but he was also using Basic Aetherflow.

His Aether skin could withstand 200 Damage on its own, weakening Licirius' potent strikes by up to half before they even touched his fists. Then, his 170 Constitution was boosted to almost 190 by his Scorned Wraps before Basic Aetherflow boosted it by yet another 60%.

His Aether flowed smoothly, replacing the broken Aether skin with every strike, and every reverberating impact made Licirius' wrists quake. It wasn't yet to the point of pain, but Licirius could feel that, somehow, every strike was growing in power.

To him, Sylas was a decent fighter, but he was still lacking in several aspects. However, by the time they had exchanged dozens of moves, Sylas had already begun to incorporate some of Licirius' battle sense into his own movement.

Licirius' heart couldn't help but shake. When did the humans gain such a person?

'Sylas Grimblade, that...'

PA! PA! PA!

Sylas' tendons exploded like a rain of firecrackers. He suddenly sidestepped Licirius' spear, feinting a punch that Licirius overreacted to. Then, he ducked beneath Licirius' spear and rolled to the other side, his steps moving with a deathly fluidity. He looked more like a boxer doing rope work than he did someone fighting out a battle of life and death.

He vanished into Licirius' blind spot, causing the latter to panic and swipe out wildly, but that only opened up his torso to Sylas.

Sylas uncorked a violent uppercut right into Licirius' liver. The spearman found all the air being forcefully ejected from his body as his ribs cracked and fractured.

It was just a single lapse in judgment, yet Sylas capitalized on it with the speed of a veteran in battle.

Sylas had been internalizing Licirius' battle style from the very start, taking and learning from him what he could. What he hadn't expected was that that process also allowed him to ease himself into an understanding of Licirius' style. Before he knew it, he even felt like he knew what would happen before it did.

Licirius coughed up a mouthful of blood, hurriedly using the momentum of Sylas' punch to retreat further.

Sylas didn't seem to notice, punching out as though Licirius was still right before him.

Unlike ignorant opponents, Licirius didn't assume that Sylas would miss. Instead, his hair stood on end.