Sylas had already seen what was on the other side of the wall with the help of his visualization, so he didnt need to hesitate for even a single instant.

There was nothing on the front-face of the wall that could be used to leap over it. However, they had no such qualms about the other side, and that was precisely to Sylas advantage.

Sylas took a leap and landed on a military jeep that likely hadnt moved from this location in weeks given the Aether situation. His feet moved like lightning, vanishing in the next instant.

A trio of arrows landed where he had just been, but it was like he hadnt even noticed them. Sylas was doing his best to not have too many stand-out features be compared to his last appearance. That was why he wasnt making use of his telekinesis. However, he was confident in making it through. He had yet to see a single Level 10 in this place, and that only meant one thing they were no match for him.

Sylas blazed through their encampment and made it to the bottom of their modernized outpost in a single bound. This was definitely the most dangerous part of his excursion.

The issue was that there was only one way up and one way down, which practically made him a live target. However, this was the only way. He needed to capture someone important, and he only had one shot at it.

Sylas grabbed onto the lowest rung of the ladder, which hung high above his head, and pulled himself up with a strong yank. He scaled the ladder faster than he had ever scaled anything before, but that was when the worrying change occurred.

The hatch above opened, and Sergeant Cherie appeared. He was a man with a somewhat delicate appearance and seemed to be more of a pencil pusher than a military man. But right now, the dagger in his hand was about as dangerous as it could be.

Sergeant Cherie cocked his arm back and unleashed the dagger. It flew forward swiftly; whether by gravity or Sergeant Cheries strength alone, it appeared before Sylas brows in the blink of an eye.

Even if Sergeant Cherie wasnt a great marksman, he didnt have to be. There was only one place that Sylas could be, and there was only one place he could go. To make matters worse, Sylas was even accelerating toward the dagger.

Sylas gaze flashed and danger blared warnings in his mind. Too fast.

The trajectory of the dagger was painted in his mind in red. He could see where it started, where it would end up, and even the path it took in between them. But knowing was one thing, being fast enough and agile enough to do something about it was another.

That was when Sylas did something completely unexpected.

He hooked his knees into the ladder, leaned back, and suddenly unleashed a furious punch.

He was no longer the former Sylas. Since these Scorned Wraps wouldnt allow him to have weapons or armor, he would have to be his own weapon and armor.

Be strong.

BANG!

A blazing will lit up Sylas fist and three projections of his fist layered onto his own.

The echoes of four attacks reverberated in such quick succession that they sounded like one.

The dagger was sent spiraling back upward even faster than it had come, and that was exactly when Sylas took the opportunity to stealthily use his telekinesis to send it right back at Sergeant Cherie.

Fast.

Sergeant Cherie stumbled backward in an attempt to dodge, and that was precisely what Sylas wanted.

He unhooked his knees in a fluid motion, planted the tips of his toes onto the rung of the ladder, and sprang upward like a cheetah.

He crossed the rest of the 20-meter distance with blazing pace, appearing above the open hatch before Sergeant Cherie had even managed to stand to his feet again.

DOOM! DOOM! DOOM!

A rain of attacks landed on the bottom of the outpost, having just missed Sylas. But once again, Sylas ignored them as though they werent even there. He made a motion to catch the spinning dagger in the air, but in reality, he never touched it as he used his telekinesis to send it flying toward Sergeant Cherie.

The baby-faced man was too caught off guard and thought he would just have to die when the blade pierced right into his leg.

Sylas rushed over to the window of the outpost, knocking on it with a finger and then frowning. It seemed that there was no chance to break this window, it was far too thick.

He turned back and knocked out the screaming Sergeant with a fist to the chin, hauled him over his back, then looked toward the hatch.

With a leap, Sylas jumped down, not even using the ladder. His advantage was the suddenness of his attack, so he couldnt afford to let them react now.

Screams of horror echoed out. It seemed that most still werent used to the new world. A fall from 20 meters would be a guaranteed death on pre-Summoning Earth.

But it was no longer pre-Summoning Earth.

BANG!

Sylas landed on the ground heavily, bending his knees and wincing. It seemed that this was a heavy fall for him even with his Constitution, but now wasnt the time to mind it.

Using Sergeant Cherie like a shield, he swung him out when he needed to and accelerated toward the wall. After his experience with Archibald, carrying a person and running was no longer an issue for him, his Speed didnt even take a hit.

He activated Sudden Burst and though it was no longer able to instantly get him to his top Speed, it was still able to give him the little boost he needed to slip out of the onslaught of a few bolder archers.

Sylas reached the wall, slamming a foot on a trash can, onto the back of a tall immobile SUV, and then leaping over the wall in a single bound.

He landed heavily on the other side, activated his Fusion, and then flashed off into the distance with a Speed that the others simply couldnt keep up with.