Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 501

Chapter 501: Tattoos [Bonus]

Sylas' gaze flashed as he quickly took in the surroundings. They were in an open square in the middle of the village; corpses were littered around, and there wasn't just more than a dozen meters squared or so to maneuver around. _{freewēbnoveℓ.com}

To his back, there was a large number of Ravenclaws trying to stop his forward charge, and there were a few more stragglers in the village that wanted to do the same.

But honestly... Sylas couldn't believe the disorganization. If they hurried to support Ragnar like this, the Grimblades would have an easier time penetrating their defenses as well.

Unless... he was confident in the fact this poison would be able to stop him.

Unfortunately for Ragnar, though, while Sylas had feared this poison the first time they met, it wasn't at a level that could harm him at all now.

Not only had he already analyzed the Rune that formed this poison, even if he hadn't, his Poison affinity alone would have been enough for him to control the Aether in the surroundings to keep it away from him.

A Silver Grade Poison Affinity wasn't something the likes of Ragnar could stand up to.

'Is he really so foolish?'

There was enough plausible deniability to go around. A lone person should be easy to deal with, so fair enough. But... by that same token, if Ragnar really thought he was a normal lone person, he wouldn't be investing this much manpower into it either.

'I see...' Sylas seemed to have finally thought of something. But instead of being shaken, he was only calmer.

A spear appeared before his face, and he took a step back. The blade didn't carry a lot of power, but it was fast, sharp, and accurate.

Ragnar's dress pants and shirt didn't seem to hinder him in the slightest as he moved with a shocking flare to him. Maybe it was just his personality, but Sylas felt like the weapon before him had real life.

Ragnar was exceptionally skilled, and Sylas, who had been expecting to find a quick method of counterattack or a hole to exploit, quickly found that he actually couldn't.

'I've underestimated him.'

Though he had this thought, he remained calm.

The heir candidates for these families had been preparing since their youth. The fact his skill was even close to theirs was a testament to Sylas' talent, not their lack of effort.

Sylas parried the body of the spear to the side, and a glint lit in Ragnar's eyes. Spikes laced with poison jetted out and cut into Sylas' arm, hooking into him.

Ragnar pulled back, ripping Sylas' flesh along with his efforts and leaving a bloody gash down his forearm.

Sylas frowned. It had cut into his scales; this wasn't just a small parlor trick. This spear was specially designed to be used with poison; of course it would have such hidden traps.

The feeling of a foreign poison pooling into his body was unpleasant, but it was easily suppressed by his superior Ice-Poison.

By the time he had gotten it under control, Ragnar's spear was already following up in a flurry. It carried a speed that was clearly a few percentage points faster, and their afterimages made the blade particularly hard to track.