"You couldn't learn it this time?"
Nameless looked at Prisoner smugly, a triumphant smile on his face.
"..."
Only then did Prisoner realize that Nameless had been showing off his abilities on purpose, probably to see how much Prisoner could learn.
How confident was he?
Or... how arrogant?
Wasn't he afraid Prisoner would learn every ability, surpass the teacher, and kill him instead?
Prisoner couldn't help asking, "You're the president of the All-Heavens Council. To rule so many lives, you ought to possess great wisdom. Why make a choice like this?"
"Because you're too weak!"
Nameless blinked at the question. After a moment's silence, he gave his answer.
From beginning to end, he had never considered Prisoner dangerous. Neither his Sixth Sense nor his intuition nor any of his other miscellaneous abilities had reacted to Prisoner at all.
That did not necessarily mean Prisoner was harmless.
But Nameless had encountered all kinds of powerful foes over the years, and the enemies who had fought him were generally no pushovers. Taking all his abilities together with his own judgment, he could easily gauge an opponent's level.
If he had to score Prisoner, he would give Prisoner forty points at most. Nowhere near a passing grade.
Only an opponent who scored above sixty could make Nameless truly serious. Prisoner had a long way to go.
Prisoner understood. Prisoner wasn't angry.
But immediately afterward, Titan's Hands appeared in a dense swarm. Prisoner had held back somewhat during the earlier fight with Nameless, trying to keep strength in reserve. Now Prisoner would go all out.
"Not bad!"
Nameless looked at the countless Titan's Hands and nodded with a smile.
Too bad this move was useless against him.
"Go!"
At Prisoner's thought, every Titan's Hand thundered toward Nameless.
"I bounce them back!" Nameless said with