Genetic Ascension

Chapter 1298: Let’s Fight

BANG!

Scarval landed on the ground with a groan, his eyes slowly opening.

”Hm?”

He looked around, but from his vantage point, since he seemed to refuse to turn his head all the way around, he couldn’t even see Sylas. It wasn’t until he rose to his feet that he seemed to notice him.

”Hm? Oh...” Scarval yawned. ”What took you so long? It feels like I’ve been waiting for ages. Okay, I don’t really care. Yada, yada, you annoyed me, so I’m here. Capiche? Alright. Let’s fight.”

BANG!

Scarval’s toes suddenly flexed, and he was in front of Sylas in a single instant. He moved so fast that the ground he had just been standing on only barely registered that it was meant to shatter after his claw was already coming for Sylas’ face.

Sylas seemed slow to react, but Scarval’s claw passed right through air. As for Sylas himself, he didn’t move.

”Space?” Scarval blinked, clearly not expecting this. There weren’t any Warlord Lineages that specialized in space, at least not directly. There were some abilities that somewhat skirted around it, but once again, definitely not direct. ”Okay.”

Scarval shrugged and seemed to dig deep. His quad flexed to the point his pants almost tore, their stretch barely holding it together as he launched himself again.

He was even faster this time, as though he was ready to surge through any number of miles Sylas happened to manage to put between them.

BANG!

Scarval’s chin was knocked to the side by a violent elbow, his brain rattling in his skull as he sprawled out to the side, tumbling once, then twice.

Sylas continued to stand in place, looking down at his own elbow to see a bloody gash there. That was the first time he had been hurt. In fact, it was the first bit of dust on his clothing—if you could call blood dust, that is.

His elbow wasn’t hurt because of Scarval’s defenses. Instead, at the last moment, the Tiger Lineage member had actually managed to turn his head. He was a bit slow; otherwise, he would have bit Sylas’ arm off.

Scarval rolled again and managed to come back up to his feet. A bit of the sleep in his eyes had been knocked away. It was as though the man was only now slowly waking up, his sleepiness like chains on his body.

Sylas lowered his arm, no longer looking at his injury. It was barely a superficial wound compared to what he had been through in the past—it hardly fazed him.

What he was more interested in were Scarval’s words.

He had offended this man? Was it because of Herrs? Or...

Was it because of Aki?

Sylas hadn’t forgotten that Aki had used the Tiger Warlord Armor when the two had fought. It had been quite the shock for him at the time, so even if he had been normal, he wouldn’t forget—let alone given his impeccable memory.

So, though there was Herrs, who was a member of the Tiger Lineage, Sylas couldn’t help but wonder if Scarval was here for a much deeper matter.

Could they really be related?

Obviously, when Sylas saw Captain Herrs summon the Tiger Warlord Armor during one of the battles, he immediately thought of Aki, and it also made him wonder if the rot of this situation ran deeper than just one person colluding with the pirates.

He still didn’t know exactly how Aki got his hands on the Tiger Warlord Armor, and for all Sylas knew, Thryskai were actually a common population amongst those of the Sanctum. But something about all of this had his antennas all the way up.

He also couldn’t forget that somehow Gralith’s legacy had ended up on Earth as well. All of these things couldn’t possibly be coincidences. They were definitely related.

However... Gralith didn’t seem to have any ill intent for him, but Aki certainly had—and now there was this Scarval coming for him.

Unfortunately, there were too many people watching right now. It wasn’t like he could interrogate Scarval—

Sylas’ pupils constricted into pinholes.

Fast.

Scarval had suddenly moved again, but this time his speed was even more ridiculous. It was like a 10x jump in the blink of an eye. Was he really just waking up? What was going on?

Sylas quickly crossed his arms, a numbness spreading across them the instant the blow landed before the pain came. He frowned as he felt his bones give way, nearly completely shattering on impact but luckily only fracturing for the time being.

He’s coming again.

Sylas’ vision was blurring, but he didn’t need to be a genius to know that someone like Scarval wouldn’t stop at just a single attack. He hadn’t even summoned his Tiger Warlord Armor yet, but his stats alone were already well beyond the seven-figure mark. In fact, they felt closer to two million or so from physical stats alone.

Even if he could only draw his Rune Armor a little bit better than Casteel could, so long as he had integrated his Unique Gene as well, he could easily add another half a million more to that, if not more.

And that was without accounting for whatever other unique Skills he had, of which he certainly had many.

Analyzing all of this before Scarval’s next blow landed, Sylas realized that this battle wouldn’t be a walk in the park like the others had been if he didn’t take it seriously.

Deng. Deng. Deng.

Shingles of dark violet snapped into place one after another.

...

The eyes of the Warlords all lit up as bright as torches. Sylas hadn’t used his Scorpion Warlord Armor even a single time. From start to finish, it was like he wasn’t a disciple hopeful of the Sanctum at all.

However, in an instant, everything flipped on its head.

He wasn’t just capable of drawing it. If he wasn’t considered capable, then no one was.

”Is that... Vitality Mastery?”

They all looked toward Gralith at the same time. There was no one better suited to assessing the level of a Warlord Armor than the Lineage Head themselves.