Sylas exhaled a breath, his fist passing through the chest of yet another opponent.
Their Physicals had already climbed to over 3,000, and now he was having quite a hard time suppressing himself to face them. There was just something about their skill in combat that was on another level.
They were primal in a hard-to-describe way, and yet sharp at the most unexpected of times. It was like they had perfectly fused what it meant to be a beast and what it meant to be a human into one, forging something completely new.
At the start, Sylas found that he was learning from them quite quickly and seamlessly. But as their strength and skill increased, what he could glean slowed considerably, and he found himself…
Confused.
It was a feeling that he rarely got.
This time, he had been forced to kill his opponent with overwhelming power because he couldn't grasp what he needed to do. If he pushed it too far, he would have ended up getting injured, and that wouldn't have been good.
