Genetic Ascension

Chapter 1340: Embarrassing

Waves of black and violet pooled into the surroundings, a powerful Warlord Armor taking shape as one shingle after another snapped into place.

Deng. Deng. Deng.

His power skyrocketed.

BANG!

Pressing a foot down, he accelerated forward as though placed on a railgun. He moved like lightning, his wings flapping once and forming a resonance with the air that seemed to increase the frequency of his beating wings.

He accelerated even faster, and in less than a blink, he was already before Sylas.

There was a flash in Sylas’ eyes and the Armor crumbled.

Urolius’ face seemed to present itself to his fist.

BANG!

It was little more than a single downward stroke. Sylas’ knuckles drove down, cracking against Urolius’ skull, this time with so much force that the arena cracked in two, the Thryskai’s head being buried deep.

This time, there was silence for a long while before the cheers erupted once again. As though a volcano bubbling over, the world howled in unison with Sylas’ victory.

There was no doubting it, no second-guessing it. It was complete domination.

Sylas looked up toward the ship. His palm turned up, his telekinesis raising Urolius up and out of the ground.

This feat alone was enough to shake hearts. Urolius wasn’t dead, and his Will was powerful. Just how much stronger did Sylas’ Will have to be to use his telekinesis on him so directly?

Sylas had noticed something interesting about his new telekinesis, though. Usually, in order to measure the stats of his telekinesis, he needed to take the average of his Will and Charisma, then divide by four.

By all rights, his telekinesis should have 250 points in stats, or 250,000 points on Earth.

But that wasn’t the case at all right now. There was no need to divide it at all. In fact, it was very direct.

That was to say... his telekinesis was actually stronger than his Physical stats right now at a full 1000 stat points.

That also meant that if Sylas chose to apply his telekinesis to his body for a Physical boost, he would also gain those full 1000 stat points.

However, the effectiveness of his telekinesis wasn’t just at that. It was also a matter of weight. Those 1000 stat points had the power of over one million kilograms behind them. And that was without his Gluttony and Lust Seeds.

With his telekinesis, Sylas was practically like a wandering tank, a mountain smashing down with thousands of stat points in power, all without even considering his Aether or anything else.

Right now, the odds that he could find an F-tier that could withstand his blows even as well as Urolius—at least anywhere in this corner of the universe...

Were zero.

"Would you still like to continue this farce? Or will you withdraw?"

The man’s jaw clenched.

Things were certainly not supposed to go this way. They had only brought three like he said, but even if they hadn’t, it would be hard to backtrack on something like that right now.

After a moment, he calmed and took a breath.

"It seems that your Sanctum’s number one F-tier is truly something. I look forward to seeing what sort of progress you can make in the future. Maybe your Sanctum will rank higher than 73rd finally."

"Your well wishes are welcome," Sylas replied. "And hopefully you find a Sanctum on the rankings at all."

The man chuckled coldly, flashing killing intent riddling his eyes. But he knew it would be impossible to take Sylas’ head here.

Indeed... right now they didn’t have a Sanctum at all because they had left their former one. In fact, there was a large contingent of their Lineage waiting outside of the galaxy for their good news.

How embarrassing would their return be now?

Sylas flicked a finger and Urolius shot through the skies like an iron ball out of a cannon, soaring toward the man in a violent streak. But it was Magnus who caught him out of the air.

"Oof..."

Seemingly not ready for the strength he had been thrown with, Magnus actually took a step back.

Sylas watched this for a moment and then shook his head. He had thought about challenging Magnus as well to end this cleanly, but even though he had been a bit embarrassed by that toss...

He was too powerful.

"I hope you can maintain this arrogance. I would also like to see how the story of a supposed Spark Master who isn’t on any rankings fares."

"Old Brama, let’s go. This has been handled."

Finally, Brama lowered his gun. It folded back up into a bracelet on his wrist.

The old man yawned, scratched his ass a bit, and then hopped down from the ship.

Sharpe’s corpse was kicked off and the hull closed with a sizzling tssss sound. Soon, it had risen into the skies.

From start to finish, Sylas watched this in silence, his mind churning with several thoughts.

He hadn’t ended this as cleanly as he wanted. Unfortunately, he wasn’t strong enough to take Magnus on as well, and if he was right, there was a gap to take advantage of.

The fact Aki had a Warlord Armor was still seared into Sylas’ mind. In all likelihood... this matter was far from over.

There were two ways to join, like he had said: a contentious route and a peaceful route.

There was an advantage to taking the contentious route because it came with immediate resources and buying power. There was already a clean division of resources in the Sanctum. If someone new wanted a piece of the pie, they would have to wait their turn and slowly integrate unless they proved themselves worthy.

Plus, anyone new wouldn’t have earned a Core Sanctum seat either, making their power in the Sanctum overall highly limited.

But there was a peaceful route... a route that allowed one to be voted in by a small majority of the Sanctum as a whole. If enough agreed, the Bat Lineage could join without a fuss.

Normally, this should be an impossibility. It would be like allowing a snake into the gardens. But Sylas had a feeling that...

Things wouldn’t be so simple.

It wasn’t long before he was proven right.