Genetic Ascension

Chapter 903  On Top

Sylas felt his vision swim.

There was another reason he had chosen Great Ape without hesitation. As he had said many times already… what he struggled the most with now was attack power.

And something told him that he was about to find a solution to his problem.

Blade Aura was a nice start, and he bet that once he had the chance to go through their Lineage of techniques, he would certainly gain a great deal. But… he needed something that finally relied on a stat other than his Will.

He had burdened it too much, and it ran out too quickly in combat despite just how great it was.

As confident as he was that he would only continue to strengthen it, he needed more balance if he was going to lead Earth through this next challenge.

His vision cleared, and when he appeared again, his eyes narrowed when he found that he was standing at the start of the very same road he had dashed through.

One suppressive effect after another landed on him, and he found that his Aether had been stripped away from him; his Mental stats were there, accessible, and yet not. But most importantly, his Skills and most other abilities had been restrained—including his Comprehensions.

Except for one.

Mixed Martial Arts.

ʼI see.ʼ

Sylas understood. Calmly looking ahead, it seemed that he had made the right bet. This was exactly what he wanted.

The statue to the right of him trembled. A glow formed and then beamed down.

Soon, a towering figure at over seven feet loomed over Sylas. His hair was thick, his canines prominent, the aura of a blood-thirsty warrior coming from him.

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[Makra] [Level: 50] – [Physical: 997] [Mental: 644] [Will: 888] — Sylas raised an eyebrow.

So weak.

Makra lunged for him, his arms long and lanky. There was a vicious swipe that came from the side, and the waters parted.

ʼOh?ʼ

There was a flicker in Sylasʼ gaze. The Great Apeʼs stats seemed to suggest that he was quite weak, but the potency of his attack was great.

It reminded Sylas of something pretty important. His own stats werenʼt all that great compared to most he came across, but how many of them had he crushed anyway?

There were Comprehensions, there was Effectiveness, and there was skill in general to consider.

The stats of the Great Ape were terrible, especially for a Level 50. But its Effectiveness was through the roof, and it seemed to have exceptional control over itself.

The swing looked wild, but Sylas felt that if he countered, the Great Ape had any number of ways to follow up in either attack, defense, or retreat.

These feelings were all pouring in from the vague impressions of Sylasʼ currently dormant Mixed Martial Arts Comprehension. If he activated it, they would become even more clear, and that meant one very important thing.

As amazing as the Great Ape was…

It wasnʼt enough.

Sylasʼ hand reached out, grabbing Makraʼs wrist out of the air and clamping down.

His fist flashed, drilling a hole through his chest.

The Great Ape froze, and then his body dispersed into motes of light.

The pressure on Sylas alleviated just the slightest bit, and he felt like he could move forward again.

ʼI see. Maybe the reason the Great Ape statue was so inviting to me wasnʼt just because we share a lineage, but also because of my Mixed Martial Arts… I was made for this trial.ʼ

The statue to the left buzzed and another appeared.

…

Sylas didnʼt find himself struggling as he expected, but after the tenth-or-so opponent, he began taking it slower.

This wasnʼt because he felt like he was running out of stamina. Although his Profession abilities had been restricted—not allowing him to use Hibernation Halo—his Constitution recovery alone, especially thanks to Scorned Wraps, was more than enough to keep up.

It was odd he faced such restrictions, and yet his Fusion with Nosphaleen hadnʼt been forcefully cancelled yet, but he took it in stride. He just had to be thankful for that, or else he might have long since died.

The real reason he was taking his time, though, was because he felt that as the Great Apes slowly got stronger, there were things he could pick up and learn.

These statues should represent the strongest of the Great Apes during their era. Each one of them had great insights.

Sylas hadnʼt come across such a unique chance to improve his Mixed Martial Arts Comprehension before.

It was just pure close combat. Not a single one of them used a weapon, each one coming at him no less viciously.

Their bodies were their weapons, their flexibility, explosive power, tendon usage, and leverage comprehension being more exceptional than anything Sylas had seen before.

Their stats were pitiful, but there was something about this Race that was clear…

They knew how to use their bodies.

…

Sylas got halfway through before he began to feel real pressure. As expected, the stats of the Great Apes started to increase substantially. By now, their Physical approached double that of the first statue he faced.

This was still weaker than Sylas, but the fact that he felt pressure from them at all went to show just how great their martial arts were.

With more strength to work with, more speed, and more explosive power, they became more unpredictable.

Some of them even had claws to use no less sharp than blades. In fact, many seemed to have a Claw-like Comprehension that only made them sharper, not to mention increased their power further.

After reaching this point, Sylas actually began to suppress his own power on purpose, matching the Physical of the Great Apes across from him.

Their battles became more substantial, several exchanges rocking the waters as they danced. Sometimes, they became so fluid, comprehending one anotherʼs feel so well that it almost looked choreographed.

Attacks met equal defenses, elbows slamming against forearms and knees parrying kicks.

But in the end, no matter the number of exchanges…

Sylas Brown came out on top.