Genetic Ascension

Chapter 1641 Audacity

Leemtra didn’t know the exact reasons why she would be told to target Sylas, but she wasn’t the sort to go back on receiving orders. Her respect for the latter was about the same as those on the outside. She really wasn’t sure how an F-tier could make it so far. Even the best F-tiers of the top three Sanctums couldn’t possibly do this.

What she did know was that whatever methods Sylas had been using before, it no longer mattered now. She couldn’t see through Sylas’ stats, but she, much like many of the Sanctum, was quite good at reading Will pressure.

She had a general feel for how powerful Sylas’ stats were, and she knew that they weren’t nearly strong enough for him to have used raw power to make it this far.

While she had seen him defeat Fulnum, that also didn’t move her. Any one of them could easily kill Fulnum with a single strike as well, and they wouldn’t break a sweat or even have to move like Sylas had to.

She wasn’t sure what she expected to see when Sylas finally made his presence known, but somehow the calm still shocked her.

This wasn’t the sort of calm that was placed on top of a crippling anxiety in order to maintain face for the rest of the world. It was real calm-the sort of calm only someone used to standing at the very top of every situation could possibly manage.

But she didn’t understand how he could possibly be like this.

Leemtra slowly looked to the side, her pupils splitting into two, then three as she swept a gaze over Robareda and Amende, her heart shaking.

These two wore expressions as cold as ice. They hadn’t spoken a word, they hadn’t gotten jittery, but the auras radiating from them were practically shattering space under their pressure alone, their Wills so heavy the world bent toward them.

These two were on a completely different level, even in comparison to the geniuses of the top three Sanctums. At least in the E-tier, even the 003 Sanctum didn’t have a genius capable of rivaling them, and maybe that was why they didn’t even bother to appear for this event while the 007 Sanctum had been all but dragged here.

Leemtra looked to her side and at her small troop of just under a hundred or so Scorpion Warlords. There was only one of their top four Warlord Lineages with them, a Lion Warlord who was quite silent and demure compared to other Lion Warlords.

He was huge, but he had the disposition of a gentle giant, his eyes sunken and his expression looking almost as though he would have preferred to be somewhere busy knitting rather than standing on a battlefield.

Normally, Leemtra would feel a great deal of confidence in having Alfonz with them. But for some reason, she was getting a very, very bad feeling right now.

“His head is mine,” Amende said, taking a step forward. His aura morphed into that of a wild ape, its maw and sharp, curved canines roaring at the world.

While the roar itself was silent, the waves of Will that shattered the space around him were very much not. The waters Sylas stood on even began to buck and compress, waves kicking back. Tsunamis would have even begun to form if not for how heavy the Will falling atop it was.

He was someone no one would want to get in the way of. And yet, Robareda did, taking a step forward herself.

She didn’t say a single word, but there was something quite intimidating about that gentle and soothing appearance of hers. It made her unpredictable in a way that even Amende wasn’t.

All she did was look at him, and yet their Wills clashed wildly in the air, the fluctuations shaking the earth beneath their feet and rocking the world.

It felt like just by their presence alone, the E-tier battlefield just might collapse right here and put an end to it all.

Amende grinned. “Are you going to get in my way, little girl? I don’t mind putting you in your place first.”

Robareda’s expression practically drew cold from the air, plummeting the temperatures. She gazed at Amende deeply, and then, oddly enough, she chose to take a step back.

Amende sneered as though he expected this result. There was only one E-tier in this entire quadrant of the universe who dared to disobey him, and that E-tier would die beneath his blade one day soon enough.

His head turned to Sylas slowly.

“Do you know why I’m going to kill you?”

Sylas, who had been looking at the leaderboards above this entire time as though trying to calculate something, slowly turned his attention toward Amende.

He didn’t reply.

There was no coldness or rage in his eyes like these few. There was simply an impossible depth behind the steely green of his irises, the weaving lines of various shades of emerald dancing as though an exploding nebula in his eyes.

The ring of gold that hung around them felt particularly bright at that moment, and his eyes pulsed.

A wave of Will surged toward Amende, but it crashed into him like water to a cliff face, scattering apart and failing to find purchase.

‘Interesting,’ Sylas thought.

It had been a while since he failed to see someone’s stats, but that still gave him a better feel for Amende nonetheless.

His stats were probably around two million or so, and that obviously wouldn’t include the boosts from his Comprehensions and things of the like. He was right to be quite arrogant.

Amende’s steps paused and he looked down at himself. His Will shield hadn’t been broken, but when he thought about it… he couldn’t remember the last time anyone had the audacity to even try and read his stats.

He grinned in fury.

Sylas still didn’t respond to him, instead calling out Nosphaleen.

When Nosphaleen received her orders, her expression couldn’t help but turn grave, hesitation evident in her eyes.

She really didn’t want to do that to Sylas.