Genetic Ascension Chapter 806 Feel the Difference

Sylas t the Glassinox's gaze and it was as though he had been hit with a wall of wind. Lines of pressure filled the skies and blood leaked out from the corner of Sylas' eyes.

This gap here… it couldn't be explained in terms of simple stats.

After his Body Essence Refinent, the one change that Sylas hadn't expected was his Will jumping from 1999 to 3999 in a single bound. It was like his Dual Class Constitution was only now finally flexing its true might.

And yet, right now… it still felt like it was going to crumble to a single touch.

But Sylas just stood there.

He didn't move forward, he didn't flinch, his body just stood—his heart a bit tensed, but its beating even.

He basked in the feeling of weakness, of inferiority, as though he wanted to remind himself of what it felt like.

It was hard to remain angry for so long. A burst of motivation could happen to anyone, and he had been riding on that wave long enough to make it through his Body Essence Refinent, but as his strength increased, it was inevitable that he would start to feel so calm, so reflection of contentnt, so feeling that maybe the sacrifices he had made were all worth it in the end so that what he had gone through was actually just fine…

But no.

He didn't want that.

He wanted his blade to remain sharp, for his heart to remain as stony cold as the frosted dew atop a mountain, to be reminded of that sa, simring anger that smoldered in his chest once before.

His Demonic Will flickered, a dense darkness flaring in his eyes as Glassvolt Aether charged up around him.

At first, it was just a few sparks, dancing between the fall of crystal shards of Glass. They had a silvery-blue consistency to them that flashed a dense gold from ti to ti.

His Shaping Will clung to the air.

BANG!

A reverberating impact echoed as the Wills of both man and creature t in the air. They bent and twisted around one another, and Sylas' own was compressed so violently that it was nearly pressed back into his body.

But he held on, the steady rays of coldness in his eyes maintaining until his Will completely stabilized just three inches from his body.

The gaze of the Glassinox flashed with shock, its head rising up slowly from its coiled body.

"Human…"

Its voice sounded like rumbling thunder.

"… Why have you co…"

The language was a weave of hissing and what were almost guttural sounds. However, Sylas understood it with ease. Even if he didn't want to, he would likely be forced to considering the strength of his Glassinox's Will.

"For your head." Sylas said, his voice reverberating with a deathly coldness.

He raised a hand and the subtle sparks of lightning exploded.

The Glass in the skies multiplied both in number and in strength, mirrors of reflective light taking shape. The lightning that should have been unruly and difficult to control bounced between these mirrors, increasing in strength and density until Sylas seed to be a God of Lightning.

The Glassinox didn't reply to these words. Beasts were very different from humanoids. Maybe a humanoid Race man would be offended, but in the land of beasts… the only thing that mattered was the size of one's fist.

In the world of humanoids, this was, of course, also true. But humanoids had a fondness for smiling while hiding a dagger to their backs.

The Glassinox didn't need Sylas to have a reason. Just wanting to kill him just because was fine as well…

But could this insignificant F-Grade possibly do such a thing?

The Glassinox's body trembled just a single ti and sparks of Lightning danced.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The mirrors around Sylas shattered one after another.

"Weak."

With the slightest parting of the Glassinox's maw, beads of lightning ford in the skies, wrapping themselves into reflective pearls of concentrated might that surged forward.

Sylas' body flashed.

[Glassvolt Shift].

Sylas elongated into a bolt of lightning. When he appeared again, he rode on a board of Glass wreathed in lightning, arching through the skies and appearing high above the Glassinox.

There was a deadly intent in his eyes as he punched downward.

His fist aura increased in size ten tis over. Though it didn't rival the Glassinox's head in size, it dwarfed its eye as it solidified in the air.

Sylas' Will beca a conduit for his Aether in a way it had never been able to do before, his Glassvolt Aether directly fusing into the simple punch and smashing against the head of the enormous creature.

BANG!

The Glassinox's head swayed slightly as it was almost pressed back down to its original lying position.

At this point, with the fusion of the Basilisk King, Sylas' Strength was just two points shy of 5000.

And yet the Glassinox was unhard. Unhard, but annoyed.

"Don't make waste my ti, human." It growled, sparks of lightning surging between its horns. "If you force , I do not mind killing a child in its cradle."

Sylas was done talking. He didn't reply, cocking back a second fist and then unleashing.

A barrage fell from the skies. Veins popped across Sylas' arms, his body beginning to rev like an engine as though it was only now getting into the proper rhythm.

Each fist peppered across the Glassinox's body like a miniature bomb going off, and yet the Glassinox's scales were like an endless abyss, a fathomless well that swallowed it all up with hardly the slightest bit of effort.

"Fine." The Glassinox's voice rumbled. "I would have allowed you to go as I sll the scent of a True Serpentes on you. But… once was enough. If you cannot feel the difference, I will show you today."

BANG!

It was too fast to react.

Sylas felt a bolt pass right through his chest, ripping a hole through him, and right where his heart should have been, there was a wound charring with ice.