Chapter 888: Concentrate on One Point, Reach the Pinnacle

"What the hell! What on earth is going on?!"

Bruce Wayne felt like he was plummeting into an icy cave.

He clearly watched the numbers jump to 37, and clearly felt the weightlessness of ascending, but why was he still on the first floor the moment the door opened?

What made his hair stand on end even more was that the battle between the black-clothed swordsman and Edman was still ongoing not far away, and this time the elevator door opened not in the corner where he had just entered, but directly appeared in the center of the ruins.

To be exact, it appeared right beside the blond-haired youth and the winged maiden, less than three meters away from that leather sofa.

Bruce Wayne staggered, looking at the blond-haired youth who was right in front of him, his mind completely blank.

Law of Space!

As the mayor of Gotham City, he was knowledgeable and experienced.

Being able to tamper with spatial coordinates imperceptibly and directly transfer the entire elevator car over was definitely an extremely profound Law of Space.

Not only could this blond-haired youth's subordinate suppress an SS-Rank and beat him, but he himself actually mastered such a terrifying ability.

Bruce Wayne fell into complete despair.

He panicked, retreating back into the elevator, and frantically pressed the close door and floor buttons.

"Close the door! Hurry up and close the door! Move! Move for me!"

He roared in panic, his fingers turning white from excessive force.

But this time, no matter how he pressed, the elevator showed no response at all.

The metal doors remained wide open.

Zhou Huai, sitting on the sofa, didn't even glance at him, merely holding a red wine glass, gently swirling the crimson liquid inside, and then extended his other hand to pat the empty seat beside him on the sofa.

"Mayor Wayne, where are you planning to go?"

"You might as well stop wasting your efforts and come over to sit down."

Bruce Wayne stared at the blond-haired youth in front of him who was holding a red wine glass with a lazy expression, his legs frozen in place, unable to move even half a step.

As the mayor of Gotham City, he always held the power of life and death over others.

But at this moment, having witnessed the other party's means of tampering with spatial coordinates, his proud power had all become a joke.

Even Edman of SS-Rank was beaten to a state of complete helplessness by the other party's subordinate; what could a Professional like him, who was piled up purely with resources, use to resist?

Bruce Wayne knew clearly that running away was just futile and would only lead to a faster death.

He sighed, his straight spine hunched down, and he walked silently to the sofa, cautiously sitting down on the edge.

"This… Your Excellency."

Bruce Wayne's voice was dry, and cold sweat dripped down his cheeks onto his suit.

He bit the bullet and pleaded, "I, Bruce Wayne, consider myself to have some meager prestige in Gotham City; I wonder where exactly I have offended Your Excellency?"

"If my subordinates were ignorant and offended you, I am willing to pay any price as compensation, only asking Your Excellency to show mercy…"

Beside them, Eliza shrank to the other side of the sofa, watching Wayne's submissive appearance, her breathing somewhat hurried.

This was Bruce Wayne!

In the Free Federation, the wealth and power of the Wayne Family were enough to make countless high-tier Professionals bow their heads, and even the Cardinals of the Holy See had to greet him politely when they saw him.

In front of him, the Yalige Family didn't even have the qualification to speak loudly.

Who had ever seen this lofty mayor speak to someone with such a humble attitude?

Eliza's gaze towards Zhou Huai gained a few more traces of fanaticism.

What kind of existence was this man who had saved her casually?

Facing Wayne's plea for mercy, Zhou Huai didn't even lift his eyelids.

He gently swirled the goblet, the crimson wine leaving arcs on the walls of the glass.

Then he raised one hand and waved it casually, signaling the other party to shut up.

"Shh."

"Be quiet, watch the show first."

Zhou Huai's voice was calm, yet it exuded an unquestionable coercion.

Bruce Wayne shuddered all over, swallowing his words back abruptly, obediently shutting his mouth, and stiffly turning his head to look at the battlefield in the center of the hall.

Meanwhile, in the center of the hall, the battle between Yasuo and Edman was becoming increasingly white-hot.

Amidst the roaring sounds, the entire first-floor hall was completely reduced to ruins.

Edman, known as the "Quagmire Tyrant," was covered in sweat, his muscles trembling violently, feeling an immense sense of oppression.

"Die! Die for me!"

Edman roared, his hands waving rapidly in the Void Realm.

He drove his SS-Rank magical power to the extreme, and the grayish-brown quagmire Domain rolled violently.

"Monstrous Poisonous Quagmire!"

After continuously using mud to block Yasuo's attacks, Edman changed his tactics.

Dozens of giant waves more than ten meters high suddenly erupted from the quagmire, the mud mixed with dark green highly toxic mist, corroding the air until it made a sizzling sound.

For SS-Rank Professionals of the same level, as long as they were tainted with a trace of toxin, their Physical Body would instantly rot away.

Facing the overwhelming toxin attacks, Yasuo's expression did not change.

"Lightning Phantom Body!"

Yasuo snorted coldly, and the moment the attack was about to touch him, his body suddenly erupted with strong light, directly elementalizing.

The power of thunder replaced flesh and blood; the poisonous quagmire and giant mud waves directly passed through his phantom shadow, smashing into the rear wall and corroding a large hole in the load-bearing wall.

The instant he avoided the damage, Yasuo re-condensed his physical entity in mid-air, the longsword in his hand wrapped in thunder, fiercely hacking towards Edman.

"Splat!"

The blade tore through the mud shield on Edman's body surface, leaving a bone-deep gap on his chest.

"It's useless! In my Domain, I am immortal!"

Edman felt the pain, but still grinned grimly.

He urged the quagmire Domain, manipulating the surrounding mud to surge towards the wound, attempting to heal it instantly.

The next second, the grim grin on his face froze.

The mud surging towards the wound, the moment it contacted the edge, was actually shredded into nothingness by an invisible, violent Sword Intent.

The wound could not heal.

Not only that, the residual Sword Intent was also penetrating and destroying the surrounding flesh and blood.

"Ah—!"

Edman let out a miserable scream, looking in panic at his chest where the gap showed no trend of healing, blood gushing out wildly.

"What on earth is going on here?!"

Edman panicked, desperately mobilizing his magical power trying to disperse the Sword Intent, but everything was in vain.

That Sword Intent was firmly nailed to the foundation of his Law, tearing apart his vitality.

Zhou Huai, watching the battle from the sofa, saw through the trick.

Holding his wine glass, appreciation flashed in his eyes.

Under the high pressure of battle, Yasuo had considered carving out a new path.

Normal SS-Rank Experts, like Edman, focused on Domain expansion, spreading the power of the Law outward to form an absolute space to suppress enemies.

But Yasuo did not.

His Domain did not cover a radius of a hundred meters, nor did it change the surrounding environment, but instead was extremely compressed, completely concentrated on the blade itself.

The Domain Law, condensed to the extreme, became his sharp blade.

Others used the Domain to trap people, while Yasuo used the Domain to kill people.

A single sword strike splits the heavens, and ten thousand mountains cannot block it.

Any defense and recovery ability was vulnerable in front of this longsword condensed with pure Domain power.

On the battlefield, Edman completely fell into a disadvantage.

The wounds on his body were increasing, each one accompanied by undispellable Sword Intent.

Severe pain and the loss of life shattered his psychological defense line, and his previous arrogance vanished into thin air.

"I cannot die… I absolutely cannot die here!"