Chapter 573: With Ease

Chapter 573: With Ease



Sylas' punch came fast and sudden, sharp and ruthless.

Moose had a violent change in expression as he hurriedly punched out as well, but his mind was whirling with the horror of it all.

This wasn't a normal battle, not by any means. Sylas was over 20 meters in the air. Moose simply didn't have any easy way to target him at all.

And yet, his fists were practically like they were right in front of his eyes.

BANG!

Moose was sent flying.

'He actually defended decently with his stats cut in half. Not bad.'

The Violet Rose Peacock shook beneath Sylas' feet and then vanished into a slithering vine that wrapped up his leg.

'Interesting...'

Sylas was only half paying attention to Moose. The other half of his attention had been on the peacock because he had realized something interesting.

His Symbiote Mount didn't count as a Combat Mount, at least not yet. That meant that he wasn't allowed to enter a state of battle with it.

When he attacked Ditya, there shouldn't have been some resistance, but there was none. In fact, he directly killed the man without much effort at all. Or, rather, he killed his projection.

Originally, he thought that it was because it happened so quickly that the system didn't consider it a fact. When Moose managed to resist, that only proved his point.

However, Sylas felt that there was a slight hint of something different.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The system was too smart to be tricked by something so simple.

The fact Mounts couldn't be used in combat sounded like a ridiculous video game mechanic arbitrarily decided by the system, but Sylas was smarter than to make such an assumption. If there was a rule here, there was an underlying mechanism to it.

Moose unleashed a roar and his bear demons reacted in kind, rushing for Sylas.

But it was useless.

If Sylas was charging from the ground, maybe they would have had a chance to stop him. But what use was it to try and stop him when he was falling from right above Moose's head?

<Focus Punch>.

BANG!

Moose felt a sickening crunch in his forearm as his arm bent the wrong direction. His knees collapsed beneath him, and he was driven into the ground.

Blood flew from his lips as his back gave way.

The overwhelming might of Sylas made all the boosts from his armors seem entirely worthless. And for some reason, the poisonous darkness within him felt almost...

Scared.

In the presence of Sylas, his Aether wasn't circulating properly at all, and he couldn't even use

it to attack.

This was the might of a Warlord.

Not just a Warlord either...

But a Warlord with a Will Spark.

Moose was a looming giant of a man. Even though he hid his stats, Sylas was certain that his Strength was over 1500, a shocking number for someone who was only Level 20.

Unfortunately for them, Moose's real body had to come here because he was the only one that could control the bear demons, and these demons were a key part of Ragnar's plans.

After all, how could Ragnar dare to face him without a great number of backers?