Sylas exhaled a steaming breath, his eye splitting into an illusion of twelve over his helm. Auras of violet and erald twisted and spun into one another, the world trembling as his output increased from 10,000 to over 20,000.
There was a dense flicker in his eyes and the world was culled.
In a blink, Zolte had appeared before him, his halberd striking out, but Sylas' tail arched through the air in an almost elegant swing. It felt like it was following the natural motion of the world, Runes bending and forging around it as his telekinesis made the limb—one which carried no weight at all—carry the montum of a falling teor.
BANG.
Tail and halberd t, the forr slapping the latter away in a torrent of sparks while Sylas' palm slamd into Zolte's chest.
Zolte took a single step back, his halberd careening backward under the montum of Sylas' strike and sparking more as it tried and failed to cut into the hard marble floors.
Sylas' eyes flashed as he seed to see an opening to attack, but Zolte flowed smoothly into another strike. The tip of his halberd balanced on the ground, his body arching backward and his foot angling up in a kick that crackled against the air.
The kick swung with a montum that compressed and shuddered space, appearing at the side of Sylas' head in a blink.
Sylas' gaze only flickered as he used [Glassvolt Prism Arts] again, his Glassvolt Comprehension still active to boost its defenses hugely.
The mont the kick landed, he swapped out his Glassvolt Comprehension for Mixed Demonic Arts once more, his tail swinging back along with an arm to catch Zolte's leg the instant its montum slowed.
BANG.
The leg crashed through the defensive shield but lost a large majority of its power. Not having been powered by a Skill in the first place, and being far too improvised, its effectiveness was lacking.
Caught by a heavy tail and a strong arm, Zolte found his leg pinned to Sylas' hip.
Rather than taking a step back, Sylas stepped forward, a leg kicking out against Zolte's knee.
Any other person would have snapped every ligant in their leg in that instant, but Zolte only groaned. Even so, his knee collapsed in one direction, his balance being thrown off entirely.
Sylas' eyes flashed once again. The instant Zolte lost his balance, it was over. It only took a single intent, a single usage of the Scorned Wraps to end his life.
But as though he had felt the danger pulling at the very depths of his soul, Zolte's Skai Eye pulsed with life, a concentrated beam of Will moving so fast it slamd against Sylas' forehead before he could complete his grappling maneuver.
The montum of the illusory beam was sohow so great that Sylas' head snapped back, a second foot lashing out and smashing against his chest.
Sylas grunted, his body being sent flying backward.
Zolte's intent sharpened as he flipped, landing on the tips of his toes deftly. Using his halberd to gather up montum, his body flared with life.
With a thought, his crimson Will took another shape, wide wings forming along his back. He stomped a foot and practically teleported forward, his body appearing high above Sylas' soaring form as he slamd down with all his might.
BOOM.
The halberd slamd down with the montum of a falling teor, but it hardly landed before Sylas' body flickered into a stroke of lightning across the wind and clouds, his body appearing dozens of ters away.
A line of blood trickled down the length of his jaw, his body feeling quite rattled. He had managed to wake up in ti, but he had still taken so of that hit.
Read on lightnovelworld.org
Not only had Zolte used a movent Skill just now, but it seed layered with a charging Skill as well. He combined the montums into one to create a more powerful effect from two weaker Skills.
Sylas wouldn't even have been able to see through such a thing if not for his sharp senses and his Temporal Delay Progenitor Fla Ability. Otherwise, the subtleties would be too complex for him.
There were still so many things about this world that he didn't even know were possible because of how little ti he had spent in it. But that didn't an he had any intention of stopping here.
It seed he was going to have to kick it up another notch.
Spatial and Ti Runes began to dance around Sylas once again. But this ti, he was serious.
Space and Ti seed to whimper and bow at Sylas' feet. He brandished his palms, raising them up in a relaxed position as though he was prepared to strike with his fist, palm, or finger with a single thought.
Zolte had long clenched his jaw. He thought that this would be over with that strike, but sohow Sylas had managed to shake awake from such a direct Will attack so easily. He didn't even understand how it was possible.
He could sense that Sylas hadn't practiced any Will defensive thods, or any Will attack thods for that matter. How could an F-tier's Will be so strong that its raw existence could withstand such a powerful Skill?
A monster. That was the only explanation. Sylas was a monster.
He needed to die. He definitely needed to die.
Zolte's hand gripped his halberd and resolution radiated from his eyes. The depth of red coming from his Skai Eye multiplied, and the crimson figure behind him grew several tis larger—doubling in size, then tripling until it was over a dozen ters tall.
Suddenly, it began to mimic Zolte's actions rather than just standing there, a halberd forming in its palms as well as it pointed it forward.
' 25,000…' Sylas saw through instantly.
Truly powerful, indeed. It seed that his Runes alone likely wouldn't be enough—not like this. But should he go so far for this…?
Sylas' gaze flickered.
It seed he might have to.
He took a step forward.
User Comments
0 comments from readers