Genetic Ascension

Sylas stood there as though the howl was nothing more than a spring breeze. His hair kicked back, his face indifferent, and his emerald Scorpion Warlord Armor hardly flickered even the slightest bit.

It was clear that none here really understood just what Sylas had drawn. Not a single person seemed to have reacted to the perfection of his Armor or even what it meant for him to have it on in the first place. It was like this new Scorpion Warlord Armor existed outside of their ability to comprehend.

There were certainly Scorpion Lineage disciples in the crowd, mixed amongst the thousands, but they didn’t quite understand what they were seeing either. It hardly felt like Sylas was a Scorpion they recognized in the first place.

And before they could even begin to study it, it was like Sylas had already ended the battle.

This time, though... it felt like they might get a chance to watch a real show.

BANG!

Riusar didn’t seem put off by the fact Sylas was unaffected. He was already prepared for it, his body flickering forward in a wild leap that extended his heavy arms well above his head.

His chest roared with his fury and his fists became even heavier, their sides smashing down like hammers from above.

BOOM!

The fists landed on a sphere of defenses, an entire meter from Sylas’ body. He just continued to stand there as though nothing at all had happened, his expression practically dull and lifeless with what looked like boredom, but was actually unprecedented focus.

Incompetent. Everyone and everything around him just felt so completely incompetent.

If only there was a Spark Master to study, he would have already grasped this Armor’s truths. It shouldn’t take him so much effort to decipher it all.