Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1226

Chapter 1226: Ninety-Nine

Sylas felt his legs fracture on impact. He barely managed to catch himself, his body swaying wildly as the pain ravaged his mind. His expression, though, remained mostly unreadable.

He stood, forcefully stabilizing his body.

Unfortunately, his healing factor had yet to be recovered by him. Becoming a D Grade Race was amazing, it was just unfortunate that that also meant his Genes carried much less weight and his body was far harder to heal.

BANG!

Ebison landed, his expression eager and his face practically languishing in the opportunity before him. It was like he wanted to savor the moment—the chance to impress a woman by killing an F-tier didn’t come every day.

However, he was forced to snap out of it.

"Do I have to repeat myself?" the Duchess’ father spoke again, and he was shaken awake.

That was right, he had already said to begin, so why hadn’t he?

Ebison’s body suddenly flashed forward, his palm and fingers flattening into a spear point. Claws extended from their tips, his body cutting a bloody red line across the air.

He could already see images of Sylas’ chest being torn through.

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[Ebison Blazara]

[Level: 77]

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The world slowed around Sylas and he could see every aspect of Ebison’s attack. Every twitch of his muscles, every pulse of Aether, every slight twinge in his veins—it all reflected.

He thought about what Skills he wanted to show and what abilities he wanted to hide. Defeating an opponent like this—from a powerful Race and also a powerful Tier—should take him everything he had, but he couldn’t afford to do that.

In that case, he needed another method, something that could allow him to bridge the gap without giving too much of his hand away.

He took a breath and exhaled, his eyes sharpening. Mixed Demonic Arts activated, the reflections of Ebison’s movements in his eyes becoming even sharper than usual.

PUCHI.

He swayed to the side, Ebison’s spear-hand ripping into his shoulder. Just when it seemed it would tear through his collarbone and out the other side, he shifted, the slice cutting across and revealing bone. It almost looked like one could take a spoon and scoop out his shoulder joint, the attack so fast that the blood didn’t have a chance to cover up the flash of white bone for several moments.

Sylas took a step forward rather than retreating, unleashing a hook at Ebison’s blind spot.

Ebison felt a hint of surprise that he missed at all, but he didn’t take it seriously. Even if his eyes couldn’t see the strike, he could feel it coming, see it through his own visualization range.

That was what made the fact it landed all the more shocking.

Ebison thought he blocked with a drop to his elbow, only for it to look as though he had purposely lowered his arm to let Sylas land a hook right across his chin.

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