Chapter 885 Sword Intent Comprehension

Seeing Edman's confident look, Bruce Wayne felt at ease.

The person before him was a genuine SS-Rank Expert, and with him making a move today, whoever came would have to leave their life behind.

Afterwards, the two walked out of the office and entered the exclusive elevator leading directly to the first-floor lobby.

The elevator doors closed, descending at high speed.

At this time, the first-floor lobby of Wayne Tower was already completely unrecognizable.

Seven or eight Roman pillars were broken, and the Demonic Energy chandelier had smashed onto the ground, shattering into glass fragments.

Everywhere on the walls were torn gaps, and the alloy steel bars were twisted and deformed.

The ground was littered with guards.

The elites who were usually over Rank 60 now lay sprawled across pools of blood.

Fresh blood flowed along the cracks of the broken floor tiles, gathering into pools of blood.

The air was permeated with the smell of blood and the burnt odor left by thunder strikes.

Xiang Yu, standing nearly three meters tall, stood in the center of the ruins without a single scratch on his body, stepping on the captain of the guard under his feet.

The Rank 68 Berserker had all his bones shattered, unable to even let out a miserable scream.

On the other side of the lobby, Yasuo, dressed in a black windbreaker, turned his back to the corpses and pulled out a white cloth to wipe the blood stains on his long sword.

Around him lay a dozen guards torn apart by the Thunder Sword Qi, their wounds charred black.

Right in the center of the ruins, on the only intact genuine leather sofa, Zhou Huai sat calmly.

His hands rested on the armrests, his legs crossed, in a lazy posture, without a single drop of blood staining his body.

Beside Zhou Huai, Eliza shrank into the corner of the sofa.

This Young Miss of the Yalige Family was, after all, a high-tier Professionals, yet at this moment she was trembling all over.

Her face was pale, she tightly hugged her knees, and the wings behind her were tightly folded.

She had witnessed with her own eyes those two summoned Clones slaughtering more than twenty Rank 60 elites in less than a minute.

This absolute violent crushing shattered her psychological defense.

She peeked out of the corner of her eye at Zhou Huai beside her, only feeling that this youth was even more terrifying than the Abyss Devil King.

"Ding—"

The exclusive elevator at the end of the lobby emitted a prompt tone.

The metal doors slid open to both sides.

Bruce Wayne and Edman walked out side by side.

"I want to see which blind idiot…"

Bruce Wayne's words stopped abruptly halfway through.

The moment he saw the scene inside the lobby, the arrogance on his face completely froze.

The strong stench of blood rushed at him.

He stared fiercely at the severed limbs all over the floor, looking at the familiar faces lying in pools of blood.

These were all experts he had spent a huge sum to hire, his trump cards for controlling Gotham City and reaching for power.

As a result, they were all lying on the ground.

Not a single living person was left.

Bruce Wayne was terrified in his heart, and a chill surged straight up his spine.

His legs turned soft, and he could only barely stand by supporting himself on the elevator door frame.

What kind of monster could kill the elite guard team so cleanly in such a short time?

Just as Bruce Wayne's mind went blank.

Zhou Huai, sitting on the sofa in the center of the ruins, slowly raised his head.

Zhou Huai smiled and looked at Bruce Wayne.

"Yo Mayor, it is really hard to see you."

Bruce Wayne stared at the severed limbs all over the ground.

These were all Rank 60 elites he had dug up at great expense from mercenary groups and the black market, his trump cards to control Gotham City and reach for the supreme power of the Free Federation.

Now, these trump cards fell in pools of blood like garbage.

Bruce Wayne clenched his teeth, forcibly suppressing the annoyance in his heart.

As the mayor of Gotham City, he had seen plenty of storms; even though his heart shook at this moment, he still maintained calmness on the surface.

"Who on earth are you?!"

Bruce Wayne took a deep breath, staring fiercely with a malicious gaze at Zhou Huai sitting on the sofa in the center of the ruins, and interrogated loudly, "Running to my Wayne Tower and killing so many of my elites, what on earth do you want to do?!"

Facing the interrogation, Zhou Huai leaned on the sofa with his legs crossed, not even raising his eyelids.

"Mayor Bruce."

Edman at the side stepped forward, waving his hand to signal Bruce Wayne not to be excited.

Looking down at Zhou Huai from above, he sneered, "Why bother talking nonsense with a dead man? Leave such a rude guy who doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth to me to deal with. I will crush his bones inch by inch, letting him know that in the Free Federation, some people must absolutely not be messed with."

As soon as his voice fell, Edman crushed the red wine glass with one hand.

"Boom——!"

A formidable burst of energy erupted from his hulking physique.

That was the aura of an SS-Rank Professional.

The pressure instantly swept across the first-floor lobby.

Fine cracks burst upon the surface of the previously dilapidated Roman pillars, and the Wayne Tower, which was hundreds of stories high, also trembled under this power.

"Crack! Crack!"

The bulletproof glass around the lobby could not withstand the aura and exploded one after another, debris splashing about.

Eliza, hiding beside Zhou Huai, was affected by the SS-Rank pressure, falling to the ground with a pale face, the wings behind her trembling uncontrollably.

She stared at the bald black man, her eyes full of panic.

She recognized the other party.

Edman.

The notoriously fierce SS-Rank Professional in the Free Federation, the "Swamp Tyrant".

It was said that his strength firmly ranked in the top five of the Free Federation, and countless high-tier Professionals had died at his hands; he was a thorough killing machine.

"Sir… be careful…"

Eliza's voice trembled, reminding him almost with a cry, "He is Edman… one of the Federation's top experts…"

Zhou Huai, sitting on the sofa, still didn't move.

The pressure that was enough to crush high-tier Professionals failed to stir up any reaction when it reached in front of him.

"Ranked in the top five, huh?"

Zhou Huai chuckled and looked up at Yasuo not far away.

"In that case, Yasuo, you go and spar with him."

"Understood, Master."

Yasuo's deep voice sounded.

Without nonsense, Yasuo's figure suddenly flashed, separating from Zhou Huai's body and turning into a streak of golden lightning, charging straight at Edman with a sonic boom.

"Seeking death!"

Edman watched Yasuo charging over, without drawing a weapon, directly raising his thick arm to smash towards the sword light.

"Clang——!"

The ringing of the sword resounded through the lobby.

Yasuo's long sword was unsheathed, its blade entwined with golden thunder.

With a flick of his wrist, a dozen-meter-long crescent-shaped Thunder Sword Qi slashed at Edman's arm.

"Rumble!"

The two forces collided, erupting with intense light.

The shockwave spread in all directions, lifting the marble tiles of the ground layer by layer.

Zhou Huai quietly watched this scene.

As the earliest Clone summoned by him, Yasuo's combat instinct and skills were top-notch, yet he had long failed to comprehend a Domain.

This time, Zhou Huai did not directly act to instantly kill Edman; he just wanted to see if Yasuo could find a Breakthrough opportunity in a life-and-death battle of the same Rank.

As for whether this battle would attract outside attention, Zhou Huai was not worried.

Previously, he had used Word of Law to shield the entire Wayne Tower.

Under the shroud of the Law, even if Yasuo and Edman demolished this building into ruins, the outside world would not sense any energy fluctuations or sounds.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

In the center of the battlefield, the two sides exchanged blows for several rounds at a speed hard to discern with the naked eye.

Golden thunder and grayish-brown energy constantly collided.

The more Edman fought, the more alarmed he became; his original disdain turned into disbelief.

He originally thought this black-robed swordsman was just an inconspicuous attendant, at most a high-tier guard in the sixties or seventies.

But after taking the sword move, he realized that the power and thunder Law transmitted from the opponent's blade were unexpectedly formidable.

"You… are you actually also an SS-Rank Professional?!"