Chapter 1272: Chi.
Sylas only took a step forward, but the distance he crossed was leagues beyond that. With Old Brama’s speed, he had already taken Sylas over a kilometer away from the scene, and that was after backtracking due to Sylas’ opposition.
But whatever distance there had been, Sylas closed it with nothing more than a step, the space around him seemingly shrinking on command.
Runes began to flicker to life around him, rotating with an emerald hue that imbued them with his Will, stamping them into existence.
"Step out," Sylas said calmly.
Speride was still amongst the others, not having stepped out yet. But when he saw Sylas suddenly appear, he froze for a moment. When he heard the words, his pride seemed to flare up.
With a flicker, a flexible, thin sword appeared in his palm.
BANG!
He shot forward, his speed blinding. It was a simple, straightforward attack. But it was also the sort that was almost impossible to find a flaw in. Perfect in its simplicity, almost regal in its sharpness.
There was a royal, but delicate air to it—an attack that was infused with Speride’s own unique Will.
This was the first time Sylas was fighting someone who could stand amongst the wider Sector. Although a certain Thryskai young genius had come to the Milky Way, he had been suppressed as an outsider.
Speride, though... was not. He boldly displayed his strength, displaying unique strengths and techniques.