Chapter 56 The Flow of Battle

Chapter 56 The Flow of Battle

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He knew it was stupid, but his rage got the best of him. He could feel that something was attacking his mind, and it was taking all of his concentration to fight back against it.

With his back turned to Sylas' location, Vorak didn't even notice the flying dagger until it was too late.

It shot downward and ripped apart the Achilles tendon of Drax.

Sylas pulled it back before it could embed itself into the ground. Using telekinesis at the moment, he could only output less than half of his current Strength. However, with the abilities of the dagger, it was just about enough to match him if he wielded a normal dagger without the Pierce ability.

His Will and Charisma average was around 110 or so, which was just barely double his Strength stat. That meant that he needed four times the Will-Charisma average to equate the same amount of Strength... and he would take full advantage of what he had.

The dagger embedded itself into a tree that was nearby, and the second dagger whizzed forward.

Vorak reacted quickly, releasing Snarl's wrist and pivoting. With a strong sweep of his bone ax, he knocked the dagger out of the air. Follow the latest novels at novelhall.com

The force was much too strong for Sylas to get control of it in a short time, so he didn't bother, letting it fall directly to the forest floor as he fell from the trees above.

He hit the ground in a deep squat, not minding a six-meter drop at all. His knees absorbed the impact like a spring and he rolled forward, dissipating the rest of the force before jumping to his feet.

He accelerated forward.

The others weren't sure what had happened because Sylas had already dissipated Madness. He couldn't control who was and wasn't affected, so he had no choice but to do this to avoid friendly fire.

However, it was because they weren't sure what happened that they felt that everything was still going according to the original plan and they burst into action as well.

Sylas, though, was already completely focused on Vorak.

The truth was that he could have likely succeeded in sneak-attacking Vorak as well and taken out one of the largest concerns immediately, but he hadn't done so for two reasons.

Blood spewed, and Vorak stumbled backward. Rage lit the gnoll elite's eyes as he looked like he wanted to rip Sylas' throat out with his bare teeth.

Sylas could feel the flow of battle clearer and clearer. His mind was so calm under the effect of his heavy Will that he seemed capable of thinking three or four steps ahead.

That was why when the gnoll elite's Aether moved, seemingly about to activate a Skill, Sylas activated Sudden Burst first.

His body flickered and his Dexterity increased enough that he went from a full stop to his top Speed in an instant.

The gnoll elite couldn't react to Sylas grabbing the arm of the former's weapon and then driving his elbow right into its snout again.

Vorak's head whipped backward, the feeling of disorientation so heavy that his eyes watered. He tried to wrestle control of his weapon away, but Sylas' Strength was too great to easily ignore.

Sylas drove his elbow across Vorak's snout a second time before the latter lashed out with his free hand, swiping a claw at Sylas' head.

With movement that almost looked pre-planned, Sylas' elbow shifted positions and slammed against the gnoll elite's forearm, blocking the claw swipe. Then, his weight dropped, pulling the bone ax down with him, and Vorak as well, who still refused to let go.

The moment his knees bent to an extreme, he exploded upward, his knee driving right into Vorak's chin.

The gnoll elite's grip loosened on the bone ax and instantly, the Scorned Wrap flared up, burning it to ash.

Vorak stumbled backward, but Sylas' leg kick from earlier kicked in, causing him to lose his balance and fall to a knee.

Without hesitation, Sylas activated Tail Whip again, driving his shin right across the gnoll elite's skull.

The sick sound of shattering bone echoed, and Sylas stood there, taking deep breaths.

Blood dripped from his elbow, both his own and the gnoll elite, but he couldn't feel the tooth fragment embedded into him at all.

His blood was boiling. The flow of battle seemed to be becoming more and more natural to him.