Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang...
In the time it took Nameless to yawn, Titan's Hand collided with Lan En's blade countless times.
Each collision between blade and fist sent faint blue ripples spreading through the blue light.
This was Lan En's Blade Domain.
Within the Blade Domain, an enemy's movements would grow slower and slower, while everything they saw became increasingly unreal, as if they had fallen into a swamp that muddled all their senses until they became lambs waiting for Lan En's slaughter.
Unfortunately, Nameless had not moved at all. He merely controlled Titan's Hand and effortlessly neutralized every one of Lan En's attacks.
Every time Lan En fought Nameless, he felt as though he were chopping at a wall.
That wall had no cracks and no weaknesses. If he saw a crack and tried to pry the wall apart through it, he would soon discover that it had all been an illusion; the crack had never existed.
Perhaps the wall had only one thing on it: a lazy, smiling face.
The two fought for dozens of minutes before Lan En suddenly stopped. One finger of Titan's Hand landed precisely between his brows, bringing the meaningless battle to an end.
Lan En knew very well how hard Nameless's Titan's Hand was. The blade in his hand was no ordinary weapon, but a divine blade of terrifying power. If he used it against other opponents, so long as they did not possess a weapon of the same level, he was confident he could cut them into pieces.
Since Titan's Hand could clash head-on with his divine blade, it could easily pierce his body. The moment Titan's Hand touched his brow, it meant that he had lost.
"As expected of the chairman. World's Number One indeed—well deserved!" Lan En took a