Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 362

Chapter 362: Winner [Bonus]

Sylas' blade practically blinked across space, appearing before the back of the General's neck in a flash. General Aleen hurried to turn around as he sensed something that snapped him out of his berserk state for just a moment. However, that was when Sylas' own gaze flashed.

The singular Skill was ripped apart, separating into several pieces under his control, and then assaulted the General from all sides.

**PCHU! PCHU! PCHU!**

*<Chilling Scythe>* was a skill, even at Legendary Mastery, that wasn't even close to 200 Damage. It was far too weak, and it only got weaker after Sylas split it apart like he did. But he didn't need the skill to attack. He only needed it as a vessel to deliver his real killing blow.

As expected, the blades couldn't even pierce through the General's skin. Even though Sylas controlled it to squeeze through the gaps in his armor and assault his weaknesses, it didn't make a difference. However, this was already the result Sylas was expecting.

The poison within the *<Chilling Scythe>* exploded and coated the General's skin. In that moment, the penetrating power of the Ice-Poison Runes all acted at once. If Sylas had to do it himself, even with Rune Breath, it would be too great of a pull on his mind. He might pass out from the attempt alone. _{freewёbnoνel.com}

But what was the venom sack of the Arctic Emperor Cobra if not the strongest concentration of Ice-Poison Runes, maybe on Earth right now?

The General's speed instantly plummeted as he took hundreds of points of Damage in the blink of an eye. Sylas didn't rest on his laurels. He couldn't allow the General to dispel the status effect again.

His Madness bore down on the General's mind with everything he had, interrupting the smoothness of his thoughts. At the same time, Sylas and all of his mirror images rushed at him from all angles. And as though he wasn't satisfied with this alone, Azrael's sword made an appearance.

The skies were filled with sword shadows, and General Aleen began to madly punch out at them all. Even after he had shattered several images, he still didn't seem to notice that there was a problem.

Sylas circled to his back and unleashed a punch at his head.

*<Psychedelic Punch>.*

It was a risk. He only had one good arm left, and if he used it like this, he would be helpless if the situation changed again. And yet, despite having already calculated that risk, there was a coolness in Sylas' eyes right now as though he didn't understand how much danger he was putting himself in.

**BANG!**