As he stomped hard on the ground, Ryder leapt to the air and brought down his huge fist with a force even stronger than a hammer weighing a ton.
"Alright, enough play now. Witness my true strength before you die." The pressure emanating from Constantine began to swell in an overbearing manner.
The two sickle bones that grew out from his forearms turned increasingly sharper and sturdier, almost a meter long.
"Clang!"
He struck his the study bone sickle against Ryder's steel fist.
With a mouthful of blood, Ryder staggered backwards as he said in disbelief.
"A fully merged gene?"
Every ten percent merge rate with a gene has a substantial increase in prowess. Unless one practices an extremely high level combat technique can one hope to cover the differences in levels. Otherwise, there was no way to exceed levels to battle.