The Monkey King wasn't doing a single thing that felt out of the ordinary—not a single powerful skill, not a broken Gene Talent, not even a bloodline resonance.
He had nothing but an unbending Will and a body as wild and chaotic as the core of the universe.
Sylas had already started to use his martial arts Comprehension, but it seemed completely worthless against the Monkey King, as though he was beyond chaos itself.
It took no more than half a second of exchanges for Sylas to realize that there was nothing in his arsenal capable of harming the Monkey King.
Not his bloodline, not his skills, not his Classes, definitely not his Race level.
His Archon Casting was all he had that was barely on the same level, and it was only good enough to keep him from instantly landing in a death scenario.
But if things kept going like this, there was only going to be one inevitable end.
Death.
Yet Sylas' expression didn't reflect the eyes of someone at the end of his rope.
