Genetic Ascension

Chapter 754: Lucirius (2)

Lucirius coughed up mouthfuls of blood that were sparked to ash by his lightning. His footing stumbled as the world spun around him. Even now, his brain was still rattling around in his skull and showing not the slightest sign of stopping.

BANG!

A fist drove into his gut and his tongue almost went flying out of his mouth. It didnʼt feel like a man had hit him at all. Instead, it felt like a raging beast had suddenly rammed right through his torso, the power so great that he could feel his spine almost give out.

He thought he would be sent flying into a building, but instead he was met by three powerful forces to his back, strong pulses of invisible power that rammed into him again and again.

Sylasʼ telekinesis jetted out like powerful waves of compressed air, keeping him in place as a second and third strike landed on his body.

In a single barrage, Lucirius felt all his inner organs shred to pieces. Sylasʼ control was so fine and perfect that his bones werenʼt interfered with in the slightest, and yet damage was maximized.

The situation turned around so fast that Lucirius didnʼt even know what to think. He didnʼt know that he could think at all right now.

There was a might pressing down on his psyche that burdened his Will, making him feel small, inferior, insignificant...

Like the outsider he was.

He had stepped into the territory of Earth, not as a predator, but as prey.

And he had pissed off the wrong person.

Sylas felt the Will of Earth wrap around him as his Mixed Martial Arts Comprehension flared with life and vitality. It seemed even stronger now that it was facing an outsider, triggered by the grievances of Earthʼs people.

And with his Will suppressed, Lucirius didnʼt have the strength left to use his Will to counter Sylasʼ own...

The Level o he had once looked down upon had grown too powerful, too strong. Sylasʼ Will was no longer something that could be so easily dismissed with a pulse of Aether or surge of intent... not with his Mixed Martial Arts Comprehension active.

A heavy foot stomped down on Lucirius from above, cutting through his lightning until it met skin. What was left of the armor he had used to protect himself outside of his Aether had long been torn to pieces by Sylasʼ blows.

Aside from his spear, he didnʼt seem to have any other Treasures to rely upon.

Time slowed for Lucirius and he whiffed the scent of death. A scythe hung to his neck, slowly piercing into his skin and flooding him with a sense of loss.

Sylas wasnʼt one to speak, nor did he care to. The moment he got Lucirius in this position, he stomped down, his quads flexing as he pushed through.

The position of his foot was perfect. With this blow, and if he applied his strength just right, Luciriusʼ heart would be skewered at least a half dozen ways by his own ribcage.

But it was then that a slight change took place.

The skies rumbled just as the sickening crunch of Luciriusʼ bones echoed.

A wheezing, pained laughter came from Lucirius.

”... Fi... na...lly...”

A bolt as thick as a small hill descended from the skies, crashing down and tearing the slum community into two. It enveloped the two men and all one could see from the outside was a pulsing pillar of gold.

And then it vanished as soon as it appeared.

Sylas stumbled back, his armor filled with cracks. A pressure weighed down on his mind, but it didnʼt come from the lightning. Rather, as his armor tried to quickly mend itself, it seemed to be trying to rely on him to supply the Will of the Scorpion it needed.

Sylas had never experienced this before and he wondered if it was because he had reached Flesh Mastery.

BANG!

He was just trying to figure it out when a spear pierced through the cracked shards in his chest, sending him flying back.

His Scorpion Warlord Armor broke into shards. As the world spun around him, he barely saw a giant wreathed in lightning, standing at over three meters tall.

Lucirius had disappeared, or maybe this was Lucirius himself.

”I cannot believe that that didnʼt kill you... Maybe Plinli was right, underestimating you was a mistake. But that all ends-.”

Sylas stood, looking down at his chest that was now coated in black scales. There was a barely perceptible white mark where Luciriusʼ spear had landed, and he couldnʼt help but shake his head.

ʼAbout five seconds... itʼs enough.ʼ

Sylas vanished.

Lucirius snapped his head from side to side, trying to pinpoint where the blurring images started and ended, and which of them was Sylasʼ real body, but in the end, none of it mattered.

BANG!

A powerful force struck his wrist, knocking his spear out of his grasp. The gap in Strength was so high that Lucirius didnʼt even have the right to fight back, almost like an adult had ripped his blade out from his child-like hands.

The spear pierced into the ground with such strength that the streets were overturned, a crack as thick as a manʼs waist racing to the left and right, before veering and crashing into the foundation of a building that sent it crumbling to the ground.

It was then that Lucirius finally spotted Sylas. At some unknown time, he had appeared, standing on the butt of his spear and staring at him at eye level.

Luciriusʼ body shook from head to toe when he saw those golden slit eyes. He felt so small, so insignificant.

What he had experienced before wasnʼt the reaperʼs scythe at all. It was something more arrogant, more primal. It wasnʼt a supernatural force, but was rather just Sylasʼ Will alone.

He wanted him to die.

So today... the Sylph would die.

Sylasʼ tail, as black as night, and pulsing with faint Runes of gold, casually whipped out.

Another blow hit the side of Luciriusʼ head in the very same spot Sylasʼ earlier kick had. But

this time, his spine snapped.

Like a deformed ball, his head caved into the side of Sylasʼ tail, the G-forces on it so great that it couldnʼt escape.

Lines of pressure distorted his features as his eyes dimmed in the last moments.

And then...

BANG!

Sylasʼ tail came to a stop, snapping back as Luciriusʼ head fell into a rain of flesh, blood, and

gore.