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Linzie's gaze narrowed when she saw the fist. It was so powerful that she couldn't help but wonder how strong it would be if Sylas was on solid ground instead.
Normally, when Sylas used normal Aetherflow without activating the Gene itself, his telekinesis-fueled fists became an average of his Physical and telekinesis, plus a small boost based on the skill. Because his skill was still lacking, this boost was only 5% or so.
However, when Basic Aetherflow was used, the boost wasn't so simple.
In a state where his telekinesis could exhibit 195 Strength, and his Physical was 139, it felt like a clap of thunder had erupted so close to the ground.
Fist and javelin met.
But Sylas realized immediately that his own was crumbling. The javelin spun through it, its power beyond Sylas' expectations.
No, it wasn't just that it was so much more powerful, it was a difference in strength concentration. His Physical was spread over an entire fist, and the javelin focused everything into a single blade.
There was just one javelin.
Sylas erupted with three more fists as quickly as he could.
The javelin was quickly closing the distance, but by this point, it had not only slowed considerably, but the car had hit a great speed.
Cars could move much faster forward than they could in reverse. The only reason Sylas hadn't reversed it before was because he knew that Linzie would definitely attack and he needed eyes on her when she did. If he waited for it to enter the range of his visualization first, it would likely be too late for him to do anything.
That was why Linzie was so surprised. She was definitely waiting for him to turn the car around before she attacked as well. But when she saw he wouldn't fall for it, she immediately attacked.
Unfortunately, this only ended up benefiting Sylas as it gave him more time to expand the distance, which in turn made her strike less effective.
Sylas stretched out a hand as the javelin entered range. A green glow coated his hand as he slammed downward.
A fist formed in the air and grabbed the javelin out of the air.
Without a word, Sylas tossed it into the back seat and turned around. He took a seat, pressing on the gas with his foot as he sped off into the distance.
Linzie slowly came to a stop, her brows furrowed.
They had lost the disk, Lone Star was now in turmoil, and they had even lost a Level 10. There was no way she'd be able to escape trouble for this, and the problem was even more pressing than just that alone.
'Was this planned? No, that's impossible.'
The sound of battle reached Linzie's ears and she realized that she couldn't just stand here any longer.
"You," she called out to one of the men following her to chase after Sylas, "report this. Don't miss a single detail."
After she said this, she bolted back to the battlefield, swearing things would turn out differently if she came across Sylas again.
She had no time to lament the loss of her javelin.
[Wind Reaper Javelin (FF)]
[Ability: Swallow (Wind)]
[This treasure swallows Wind Aether proportional to the Speed it travels at. For every 50 kpm, Piercing power increases by 100%]
Sylas couldn't help but give the treasure a quick glance as he sped away. The result made his pupils constrict.
This javelin was incredibly light. Even to a person who hadn't completed the Trial, it was no heavier than maybe two or three baseballs.
Even if he was conservative, it was incredibly easy for Linzie to throw it at least 150 kilometers an hour.
Professional baseball players could hit that Speed with ease. Someone with Linzie's stats would surely be able to even if the javelin was just a bit heavier than a normal baseball.
Three times the Piercing power? What did that mean… wasn't that related to Pierce?
Meaning, Strength was 300% more efficient when Linzie used this javelin, even if he was being extremely conservative.
It was no wonder just one of his fists hadn't been able to stop it. If he hadn't been ready and sent out several more fists, he would have really been in trouble.
But that was also the weakness of this javelin as well. The moment it slowed down, its Effectiveness also plummeted.
Still, one could imagine the devastation if this treasure moved forward unhindered and landed before anything could be done about it.
Sylas stored it away.
Before he returned to the city, he got rid of the military jeep, leaving it behind without a care.
By now, his transformation had already faded. His body felt a bit weak as though he had just undergone a great workout, but other than that, his situation could have been much worse.
He looked toward his shoulder with a solemn expression. This was the same shoulder he had almost lost due to the frosty Aether that invaded his body.
Thankfully, his Constitution reached a high enough level after the transformation to dispel it forcefully. But that experience was unnerving…
And it was also the experience that forced him to make a decision.
[You can sense the Laws of the world and read its language. The runes call out to you. At first sight, your Will can reach out and pluck them from the jaws of the world, making them your power]
Sylas realized that this was the best choice for him. There was too much about this world he didn't understand. Being able to see through the uniqueness of things by using his telekinesis, understanding them like he had with the jeep and his … even if he ran into something in battle that caught him off guard, he wouldn't flail the same way.
It wasn't just this, but this was also the only one of the three options that was an immediate and direct boost to his power… Because with Enchanted Scribe, maybe he would be able to use the runes of the disk directly in battle.