Within the "Rotation Domain," time seemed to stretch.
Lin Yan darted like a golden phantom through the storm of attacks from Who's-Who, Sasaki, and Page One. Every flicker of movement came with the crackle of flames and electrical arcs, along with subtle collisions and erosion at the level of rules.
The domain severely suppressed Who's-Who's speed, making it difficult to employ the assassination techniques he took such pride in. Instead, Lin Yan's flames, imbued with "erosion," repeatedly grazed him. The Haki at his wounds recovered abnormally slowly, as though some conceptual "rust" had clung to it.
Sasaki had thick hide and astonishing strength, but every clash with Lin Yan left him feeling as though the strange domain stripped away his strength layer by layer. His opponent's flames always found gaps or weak spots in his shell to bore into, bringing searing pain and a sense of "disintegration." The cracks in his massive Triceratops horns slowly widened.
Page One's breath attacks were almost useless, decomposed and purified the moment they entered the domain. He tried close combat, but his transformed body proved even clumsier within the domain. Lin Yan kept repelling him with the Paw-Paw Fruit's shock waves, jolting his internal organs.
"We can't keep this up! His domain must consume a huge amount of energy! Wear him down!" Who's-Who roared. He changed tactics, abandoning attempts at a one-hit kill to circle and harass Lin Yan, coordinating with Sasaki's frontal assaults and Page One's pressure from the flank.
Lin Yan did indeed feel the pressure. Maintaining the Rotation Domain against three Flying Six-level fighters drained his mental energy like floodwater through open gates. At the same time, he had to divide his attention to monitor the entire battle-the miniature communicator in his ear kept relaying brief reports and calls for help