Chapter 413: Eighth

Chapter 413: Eighth



Sylas appeared before the Clypsian, unleashing the attack of his second pauldron as the first recovered. At the same time, he geared up a kick, ready to fade into a combo in the first

instant.

But the man reacted first. His fist suddenly flashed, vanishing from Sylas' vision and his visualization only to appear right before his nose.

Sylas had never seen such a skill before, and he was somewhat doubtful that it was a Skill at all. He didn't sense any Aether at all.

Was it a Gene Talent?

BANG!

Sylas couldn't dodge. The fist landed solidly on his face. If not for his upgraded Aether Skin, he might have even suffered a fractured skull.

His head whipped back and he allowed the momentum to carry him back into a backflip.

Three ballista bolts appeared in the path of the Clypsian, exploding across his robust body and barely causing him to take a single step back.

Sylas regained his bearings, his ringing ears and stinging nose barely managing to calm in a few seconds.

The Clypsian, though, was still a step faster. His body flashed much like his fist before had. This time, his hand chopped down like an ax, carrying a blinding arc of Aether along with it. For a moment, Sylas thought he was facing off against a metallic man.

The cold was beginning to seep into his bones and goosebumps flared across his skin.

He was getting slower.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

He was so close but the oppression of this cold was too much. Had he not upgraded his Will, he would already be an ice statue.

Sylas' Aether circulated in a violent torrent and he activated <Arctic King's Domain>.

Since he couldn't end this battle early, he would have to force this man into a battle of attrition... one he could hopefully end more quickly than not.

BANG!

At that moment, a ballista bolt suddenly appeared beneath his chin and knocked his head upward.

A sword shadow fell from the skies and the man's eyes opened wide... as it passed right through his forehead without causing even the slightest hint of damage.

A cold sweat matted the Clypsian's back as he realized he couldn't tell what was real and what wasn't anymore.

He was bombarded from all sides by attacks. Realizing that he couldn't remain so passive, he lunged at one of the clones but ended up hitting nothing but air.

Sylas' gaze only became colder and colder, sending out a series of punches, kicks, and sudden ballista bolts to knock the man off balance.

The man suddenly unleashed a roar that dispersed a pulse of Aether in all directions, but Sylas was ready for it. He had seen people counter him in this way far too many times.

He cast <Arctic Howl Mutant> at the same time and the man found himself frozen for a brief

instant.

A counter skill came soon afterward, but the moment it did, a ballista bolt knocked his head

to the side in a rain of splinters and exploded wood.

At that same instant, another sword shadow fell from above.

The man swiped at it, frustrated and thinking it to be another fake...

Only for <Momentum Shift> and Sylas' Gluttony Seed to spear it right through his throat.

The man's eyes widened as the sword shattered on impact, its Durability having run its

course.

However, not before the sword's tip was lodged into his neck.