Genetic Ascension

Chapter 2206: Telekinesis and Pathways

What did that mean? Sylas had little to no idea.

He felt the pair of eyes following him around, not necessarily suppressing his Will, but almost slowly eroding it, chipping away and eating at it as though to slowly take away from him to feed its Envy.

Sylas had never really felt anything eat away at his Will like this. His Will had always been so very firm, and right now, especially considering he had only just gotten True Infinite Will, he was in a better position to defend against such things than ever before.

But there was something about Nosphaleen's eyes that made his Will weak, as though there was a chip in his armor that it was nibbling away at.

Sylas' gaze became frighteningly cold and his aura completely changed.

The man sensed the danger before he felt the shift in the air. And then following the shift he felt the heaviness of Sylas' aura before a fist slammed into his gut.

Something was ripped cleanly away from Sylas' telekinesis the moment his strike landed on the man, but it was as though he didn't care.

Wisps of emerald were leached away from his body, but that didn't stop him from drawing an elbow across the man's chin, catching the side of his head in a single, claw-laced palm, and then slamming it down toward his knee.

With one side of his ears cupped and the other ramming into Sylas' kneecap, the man felt like his entire brain was a soggy mess of ringing resonances.

Sylas' actual strength was pitiful, but the way he applied that strength was so effective it left the man staggering for a moment as though he couldn't tell which way was up and which way was down.

He stumbled a step back, his spear swiping out as though both in some bid to keep Sylas away from him and regain his balance. He couldn't remember the last time he had used his weapon so clumsily.

It felt like there were three Sylases in front of him. Or, rather, three pairs of Sylas' eyes. There was a sharpness radiating from them that underpinned the Will of the entire world, a planet-shaking Will spilling over into the ebbs and flows of Death Runes that swirled around Sylas.

Sylas' telekinetic martial arts responded in kind, and right down to his very Genes themselves, he felt a resonance with death.

The thing he hated the most was a lack of control, and maybe even slightly more than that, he hated when that lack of control was tested.

He wouldn't allow anyone to cross that bottom line.

Whatever happened to Nosphaleen… fine. It didn't matter at all, actually. He would drag her back.

Death pooled into Sylas' body and his skin almost infinitely paled as though it was losing every hint of its sickly sort of color.

It was just as Sylas had said, there was a connection between his telekinetic martial arts and his once broken Aether Pathways.

When the Monkey King was tearing out his Aether Pathways piece by piece, Sylas realized that he was oddly losing control of his telekinetic martial arts in ways he didn't understand.

This was odd to him, especially since his telekinetic martial arts, to him, had always just been some external strength that he pasted onto himself, almost like puppet strings that helped him to punch harder and dodge faster.

However, this hadn't been the case for a lengthy time. This was just an assumption that Sylas had made about the initial abilities of telekinetic martial arts that he had never truly upgraded, and the Monkey King was ironically the one that allowed it to lock into place for him.

Sylas' telekinetic martial arts had long evolved to the point he was able to take its influence and apply it to the smallest levels of his body, even manipulating his own Genes to output more strength than they would have been able to on their own.

It was like on a fundamental level, he was tweaking what sort of baseline control and strength he had.

Of course, what Sylas didn't consider enough was what the bridge to this help was.

From the very beginning, it was his Aether Pathways.

His Aether Pathways were just like his blood vessels to his other organ systems. No, in reality, the two were essentially one and the same at this point.

Their duty was to provide and bring energy to various parts of the body so that various actions could be fulfilled.

When Sylas used his telekinesis to enhance his Genes, his cells were thus pulling on more energy than before, and thus his Aether Pathways were working harder to provide more energy than before as well.

When the Monkey King started ripping his Aether Pathways out, he was severing that path, so no matter how much Sylas used his telekinesis to enhance his Genes and output more power, there was no power to actually draw from.

And that thus opened another door for Sylas. It was a door that he probably should have applied to his own Aether first before testing it with an Aether he had simply at no time used before… But right this moment, Sylas didn't care.

The only thing he cared about was forcing those eyes to lower its gaze.

Those weren't the eyes of the Nosphaleen he remembered. Those were the eyes of a woman looking down on her husband.

And if even the S-tier Duchess didn't dare to do that.

Nosphaleen, whatever she had become, wouldn't be allowed to do that in his presence either.

Death Aether surged out from Sylas' pores, the world around him becoming a sea of black Aether, and for a moment, it almost felt as though the only parts of him that could be seen were a floating pair of emerald eyes that weighed down heavily upon the world.

BANG.

Sylas' fist ripped through the chest of the man. It felt like the entire planet shifted with his strike, and in that moment, he unlocked yet another tier of telekinetic martial arts.