Chapter 388: Points

Chapter 388: Points



There was no Beast Totem that appeared behind Sylas this time. He didn't have enough Aether left to use it in the first place, but it was never his intention to do so.

Although he had learned how to use his own Aether to speed up his own personal healing factor, it took time and, obviously, Aether. There might not be any breaks at all in this Dungeon, and he was already running low on Aether after his first real battle.

This was to say that there was no way he could afford to waste his high powered <Psychedelic Punch> now, not when he would end up with a useless arm and no Aether to rely on.

So instead, he set up the perfect situation to use the weakened version. This was precisely the version of Psychedelic Punch that relied on Slow and Freeze to work. It was just unfortunate that it dispersed a great deal of his power when it acted.

But...

The result of the punch shocked even Sylas.

His fist was almost agonizingly slow as it moved through the air, at least in the eyes of the elites here. If Sylas' usual attack speed was 100, then right now it was 40 at most.

Yet, when it landed on Sergan's head, the result was astonishing.

CRACK.

First, Sergan was frozen completely in place. Not figuratively, but literally. A barrier of ice completely incased him and pulsing blue runes rampaged through their surface.

Sergan's Aether skin was suddenly invaded by a cancerous army of ice-blue Runes and suddenly shattered to pieces.

Sparkling motes of Aether light fluttered into the air, and it seemed like something even more devastating was about to happen when Sylas suddenly took action.

Rune Soul moved and forcefully suppressed the action of the Runes. If Sergan's entire body became nothing more than ice shards and bits and pieces, how was he going to take advantage of his Genes?

"Retreat." Sylas commanded.

Before the battle began, he had quietly snuffed out the spawning wolves in his region, clearing out a lane of retreat. Then, when he had his big burst and destroyed a large number of them, he purposely left several more around Vayu's team.

While they were fighting it out with the wolves, he was recovering as though the battle had nothing to do with him at all. What he also couldn't help but notice was that they didn't even realize what he had done.

This gaze Sylas a valuable piece of information. They couldn't sense his Rune Soul at all, likely because their Rune Mastery was just nowhere near his own to begin with.

This made things even easier on him. They didn't even realize that they were behind on points, so even though they were infuriated, they were still focused on at least securing their

victory.

Which was why what happened when the last wolf fell made them all pale.

[1. Sylas Grimblade - 237 points]

[2. Vayu Aerovane 36 points]

...

Vayu's eyes opened wide when he saw the system message.

"HOW?!"

He unleashed an infuriated roar, unable to believe his eyes. His only thought was that Sylas had cheated, but they were all here. How was that even possible?

His head snapped toward Sylas' direction, only to see violent blue winds whipping around him as Aether poured into his body in a frenzy. However, even in that storm, there were a pair of green orbs hovering within them, staring right back at him.

Vayu felt an inexplicable cold chill run down his spine, his body losing control for a moment.

Just what was going on here? How could there be someone so fearsome on a Summoned World?