The Gentleman at the End

The power of Zede's punch was even more terrifying than when he fought Gluttony before.

Using his unique pain-enduring physique, he deliberately endured injury to accumulate inner strength, betting everything on his left fist, waiting for the moment when the opponent lowered their guard to take them down in one move.

Unfortunately,

Zede's condition was still too poor, unable to hold on for long enough, unable to lay sufficient groundwork and mislead. Moreover, the opponent was not a fool; Marquis Enwei, always alert, vaguely sensed something amiss.

The perfect blood clone was annihilated with one punch,

Enwei watched this scene, his soul trembling faintly. He immediately restrained his erroneous judgment and disrespectful attitude towards Zede,

biting the tip of his thumb, activating the precious essence blood within his body.

≮Ah! Suffering one of pain! As the merciful judge, I shall bring the final punishment on your tenth day, ending your life and your suffering.≯

"Blood Plague Forbidden Technique. Ninety-two, Ten-Day Penalty"

When Enwei finished chanting, his appearance instantly aged twenty years, and all his initially sparse hair fell off.

All the blood mist on the field converged towards Zede, who, having just thrown a punch, was now in a weakened state, unable to resist.

The blood mist eventually condensed into a bright red shackle that completely bound Zede, after which a ring-shaped array appeared in the air above the circus, descending cone-shaped sin steles inscribed with blood-red words,

each with special meaning, each capable of causing maximum damage to the body. They pierced Zede's back, neck, and head, nailing him to the ground, thus ending the match.

However,

even such a forbidden technique failed to completely kill Zede; within the framework suspended above Zede's head, a last trace of gray liquid still remained.

Moreover,

even though the tenth sin stele penetrated Zede's head, he still wanted to stand up, even lightly swinging a fist towards Marquis Enwei's position.

Marquis Enwei knew the terror of this forbidden technique better than anyone,

watching the human still trying to swing a punch his way, Enwei couldn't help but lament, "Just how lowly am I to make such a lousy pre-match evaluation of such a person… Among all the opponents I've seen, none possess the resilience to match this person."

The final killing move suspended in Enwei's palm dissipated. He had risen in respect for Zede and was unwilling to slaughter him mercilessly.

This 'decision' caused a faint red glow to pass around Enwei's body, the deep red within his pupils thinned, and the rampant blood plague gradually subsided.

He seemed to become more 'human.'

Enwei did not look up to seek the Great Emperor's opinion; sparing this man's life was his decision.

With an uplifted hand, all the sin steles embedded in Zede vanished.

However, at the instant the sin steles disappeared, the clown arm combined with Zede's body suddenly burst forth, its surface crazily proliferating, even bulging with several smiling faces.

Simultaneously, the audience from the fan club of smiling faces began to laugh uncontrollably.

Ah ha ha ha!~ Ha ha!

Such laughter could effectively stimulate and activate the hidden virus within the clown arm, allowing it to replicate faster and promote full-body invasion.

As Zede was nearly unconscious, this arm, representing half a clown, began to take over his entire right side.

In the audience,

Clown Art watched the situation with excitement, even starting to twist the belly hidden under his clown costume,

while also keeping an eye on the Great Emperor across from him, knowing that as long as the Great Emperor stayed out of it, no one could interrupt this process.

At least for now, the Great Emperor made no movement.

Seeing this, Art didn't forget to devote some attention to conversing with William beside him,

"William! I ate your teacher; you shouldn't be mad, right? After all, such a powerful body that actively accepts my malignant tumor, I really couldn't resist~"

William merely lay back relaxed in his chair, not even glancing towards the field, speaking nonchalantly: "Survival of the fittest, why get angry?

Art, the stronger you become, the more smoothly our future cooperation will go. Should I help suppress Zede's teacher for you? He might suddenly surprise and kill you like he did with the blood people just now."

Art hurriedly waved off William's good intentions,

"No no no~ William, just watch carefully. My malignant tumor has already spread throughout his body; I know his condition better than anyone else.

By the way, you better prepare yourself~ the next fight is yours with the Great Emperor."

Feeling Zede's strong body, Art had already made room at the center of his chest and instructed his 'crowd' to stack upon each other, forming an internal staircase to welcome the entry of the strong man Zede.

At this moment,

even Catherine beside them couldn't sit still,

for she had interacted with Zede before, although she was beaten up badly by him, she knew well the relationship between Zede and William.

『William, are you really going to do this?』

William did not respond to Catherine's private message, simply leaning back in his chair, resting his eyes, and exhaling a soft breath, seemingly trying to calm his emotions, as if not hearing Catherine's words, as if indifferent to it all.

…

On the field,

Zede's condition was extremely poor,

his entire right side was covered in tumors, and his left side was also gradually deteriorating, even his face was painted with clown makeup, laughing wildly in the same rhythm as the audience.

At that very moment,

Buzz!

A sound of space compressing spread out, Zede's completely deteriorated right half suddenly vanished.

The void at the site revealed a row of neatly arranged tooth marks,

The disappearance of his entire right side interrupted the smooth progress of the tumor's invasion,

Art, overjoyed, suddenly froze, glaring with absolute aversion at the field, at the defeated Gluttony Gratoni, whose chest had been pierced, wounding his soul.

However, some malignant tumors still remained in Zede's body. As long as they were not completely eliminated, the process would continue.

Art would not allow this process to be interrupted,

just as he prepared to personally step in to take Zede away,

Gratoni's extended right arm made a biting motion again,

Snap!

Zede's entire body was swallowed whole, descending a long esophagus to fall into the digestive juices capable of dissolving anything.

Because Zede's body had been tempered thousands of times, it would not be immediately digested.

But those malignant tumors remaining within couldn't withstand it, beginning to break down and fester upon contact with the digestive fluid,

With the tumors within completely eliminated, the left half of Zede bathed in digestive fluid was fished out by internal patients responsible for guarding the stomach pool and sent to the Blood Prison for emergency treatment.

After completing all this, Gratoni rose slowly; though the wound on his chest affected his soul, it was not lethal.

The bushy reddish-brown whiskers matching his face of unyielding hatred for evil, stared at Clown Art, such a base individual who dared harm a companion.

Naturally,

Art himself was equally furious. He never expected that such a smooth process would encounter issues.

The dumplings at his lips were missed,

This unforeseen change caused the tumors on Art's head to grow wildly. At one point, he nearly lost his rationality, his thoughts narrowed, heedless of his surroundings, and wanting to forcefully pry open Gratoni's mouth to retrieve Zede for assimilation.

Just as he began to exhibit his divinity, intending to go all out against Gratoni.

Swish!

A sword shadow swept across.

Art's body began to spurt blood before splitting in two.

Another gaze full of killing intent looked his way, it was Emperor Pulaid, and in his hand, the sword was stained with some tumor tissue.

With his body severed, feeling a life crisis, Art immediately controlled the nearly out-of-control malignant tumor in his brain, instantly regaining rationality,

his severed torso falling back to his seat, smiling wide as he gazed at the Emperor.

"Ha ha~ just kidding, Emperor Pulaid, please don't be angry, after all, next up is your performance time."