E-class is the Weakest? My Clones are All God-level!

Mud can heal because it has form. A domain can confine people because it has boundaries.However, as long as something has form and boundaries, there is the possibility of it being severed.The mud can heal itself after it breaks because the sword intent is not pure enough and fails to sever the "principle" of its healing.What if we could also sever the rules of this world and the laws of higher dimensions?In Yasuo's tightly closed eyes, it seemed as if golden lightning pierced the darkness.The deduction of AI2.0 has reached a critical point.He understood.There is nothing in this world that cannot be severed.Whether it's flesh, mud, or the invisible laws of the domain, as long as the sword intent reaches, it can cut everything in two with a single strike!Outside, in the lobby on the first floor.Edelman was preparing to approach Zhou Huai to deal with the mastermind behind it all.But the moment he took that step, the smile on his face froze.He lowered his head and looked down at his feet in horror.The previously calm and undulating mud suddenly began to boil violently. A sharp, piercing sword intent surged forth from the deepest part of the swamp!"What...what kind of power is this?!" Edelman was terrified and instinctively wanted to back away.But it was too late.The moment he comprehended the sword intent, Yasuo, deep in the swamp, suddenly opened his eyes and gripped the sword hilt with his right hand.Draw your sword!"Zheng—!"A crisp sword cry echoed throughout the building.A golden sword light, imbued with destructive sword intent, shot straight up from the bottom of the swamp!This sword light was too fast and too sharp. Without the slightest pause, it sliced ​​through Edelman's prized swamp domain in the middle, as easily as cutting through tofu!"Boom!"The swamp churned and receded to both sides, and Yasuo transformed into a golden bolt of lightning, breaking free from the crack and landing steadily on a remaining stone slab at the edge.His black trench coat fluttered in the wind, and his longsword pointed diagonally at the ground. Not a speck of mud clung to the blade; only pure sword intent flowed within it.Edelman's eyes widened as he tried to use his magic to close the cleaved area again.However, the mud below, which had been cut open, showed no signs of healing."This...how is this possible?!"Edelman stared intently at the bottomless crack beneath his feet, his face filled with disbelief.His prized swampy territory was forcibly split in two.The lingering sword intent at the crack acted like an invisible chasm, completely blocking the healing of the swamp. No matter how much Edelman channeled his vast SS-level mana, the severed grayish-brown swamp could only wriggle at the edges, unable to re-merge."No... Absolutely impossible! My domain is invincible! How dare you, someone who doesn't even have a domain, sever my laws?!"Edelman's rugged face twitched slightly, his previous disdain and arrogance vanishing completely. The black-clad swordsman standing at the edge of the crevice, wielding a thunderous longsword, was now a monster in his eyes.Without a domain, he could shatter one with a single sword strike. This completely overturned Edelman's understanding of the professional system.Bruce Wayne had a complete view of the whole thing from the elevator entrance not far away.The Gotham mayor's back was soaked with cold sweat, his custom-made suit clinging stickily to his skin. But he couldn't care less; Bruce Wayne knew very well that these were people he couldn't afford to mess with.The SS-level powerhouse Edelman, known as the "Morgue Tyrant" and ranked among the top five in the Free Federation, was actually forced to this point, with even his strongest trump card being easily exposed. His defeat was only a matter of time.Even more deadly is...Bruce Wayne glanced at the center of the ruins out of the corner of his eye. The blond youth was still sitting on the intact leather sofa, gently swirling a glass of red wine. From beginning to end, he hadn't stood up once, simply sending one of his men to utterly defeat Edelman.How terrifying must this young man's own strength be?Bruce Wayne dared not think too deeply about it. He only knew that once the black-clad swordsman dealt with Edelman, he would be next to die.We must escape immediately.Bruce Wayne suppressed his wildly beating heart and, under the cover of the flashing lightning, quietly retreated. His target was the private elevator behind him that led directly to the top floor.He even held his breath as still as possible, afraid of making a sound that would attract the young man's attention. The short distance of just a few meters felt incredibly long.Finally, my back touched the cold metal elevator door.He glanced furtively at the center of the hall. The battle between the black-clad swordsman and Edelman continued, lightning and mud clashing wildly. The blond youth sitting on the sofa seemed to keep his gaze fixed on the battlefield, not looking in their direction."Great, nobody's paying attention to me!"Bruce Wayne secretly rejoiced and pressed his fingerprint on the hidden panel next to the elevator.With a soft "ding," the elevator doors slid open silently.Bruce Wayne quickly scrambled into the elevator and frantically pressed the close button. Only after the elevator doors were completely shut, shutting out the roar and stench of blood, did he lean against the wall and gasp for breath."Huff... huff..."Bruce Wayne wiped away the cold sweat, his eyes gradually turning venomous. He pressed the button for the top floor—floor 100.On the top floor of Wayne Tower, there was a four-star private magic-powered airship that he had spent a fortune to build—his specially prepared escape vehicle. Once on board, he could instantly break the sound barrier and head straight for the Holy City. Once there, with the protection of the Holy See and the Holy Knights, even the strongest blond youth would never dare to cause trouble there."Just you wait...you just wait!"Bruce Wayne stared at the numbers flashing on the screen."You ruined my life's work and killed my elite troops. I will make you pay a hundredfold for this! When I reach the Holy City, I will use all my connections to issue the highest-level arrest warrant and tear you to pieces!"The elevator moved smoothly and quickly upwards, and as Bruce Wayne felt a sense of weightlessness, his mood gradually relaxed as the elevator ascended.10th floor. 20th floor. 30th floor.He even straightened his disheveled tie, regaining some of the mayor's authority, and his mind was already plotting how to use the Holy City to kill someone."bite--"When the elevator reached the 37th floor, it suddenly emitted a warning sound and then stopped.Bruce Wayne paused for a moment."What's going on? Why did it stop on the 37th floor?"This is a private elevator; it won't stop midway unless the user presses the button. Could it be that the battle on the first floor damaged the magic energy circuitry?Bruce Wayne felt a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.The metal door slid open slowly. Bruce Wayne peeked out, wanting to see what was happening on the 37th floor, but froze on the spot.The scene before me was nothing like the upscale office area on the 37th floor. Broken Roman columns, shattered magical chandeliers, limbs and blood strewn across the floor... This was clearly still the lobby on the first floor!