The Gentleman at the End

When William, who was paralyzed, returned to his seat, Art teased him: "Yo! Looks like you know Mr. Yi quite well~ you easily got him to take the initiative to step into the arena and face this monster from the old era recognized by the Plague Master."

"Mr. Yi's appearance here already indicates he will step into the ring. I just went through the motions, slightly stimulating Mr. Yi's fighting spirit."

Art leaned back with his hands behind his head, blowing a head-shaped balloon, "William, who do you think will win?"

"The Great Emperor~ after all, he is someone from the Old World that everyone knows. Even the Lord of the Cancer Palace instructed me on this matter.

Mr. Yi has only just regained his missing concept; wanting to be compared with such a big figure is still rather difficult.

But victory or defeat doesn't matter… We've already gained enough time~ Art, are you ready to accept the 'qualification'? Our child should have infiltrated sufficiently by now?"

Seeing William blatantly mention it, Art was startled and quickly placed a gloved finger over his lips,

"Shh! Don't let the other party hear us, if they find out we're infiltrating, they will withdraw from the circus at all costs.

The more time we secure, the better; we must ensure that everything is set when the performance ends.

Besides, personally, I still have a lot of faith in Mr. Yi. After all, he's the only one of the new era figures to achieve a beheading, and now he's become even more interesting.

How about we make a bet? I'll bet on Mr. Yi, and you bet on the Great Emperor?"

William rapidly waved his hand, "Gambling is bad for health! Let's just enjoy the show, Art~ such a duel might not occur even once in hundreds of years."

…

Blood People Observation Platform.

Glatoni also recognized this youth whose appearance almost mirrored William's, yet whose form and aura were entirely different.

Back in Zion, during his duel with William, it was this kind of death form that the other displayed, but the death now was on a completely different level than before.

Unexpectedly, the other was 'a single being with dual birth,' and the separately split-off dead one seemed 'profoundly unfathomable,' making Glatoni unable to taste any flavor from him.

It wasn't just Glatoni who felt something was off,

Lust. Naste and Jealousy. Enwei both sensed a genuine danger from this suddenly arrived youth resembling William,

a danger different from those brought by Ascender Reagan, the undefined corpse Zede, or the circus clown.

If there were to be the most dangerous opponent chosen, it was precisely this youth before them.

Based on surface perception, Enwei offered an evaluation, "This level of death… even when comparing within the Death Plague Knights, it's hard to find someone who matches. My blood perception was devoured before even getting close, such death doesn't belong to the original tomb, differing from the earliest head of the Death Plague Knights.

Who exactly is this person?

Moreover, the parasite entangled on him is no less formidable, comparable even to the Holy Nest Protozoa, exuding a strange metallic aura.

Wait, metallic!? Could it be?"

As the 'Blood Brain,' Enwei instantly connected the dots, correlating various traits possessed by this youth with the monastery.

"Could this guy have gone to the deepest part of the monastery, seen that dead one more exaggerated than the Great Emperor?

According to Glatoni, a year ago, this person wasn't even his opponent among human organizations. Reaching such a level in such short time likely means going to the deepest layer of the monastery.

How did he achieve it?

Isn't the dead one in the deepest part of the monastery supposed to be insane?

If he went to the deepest part of the monastery, how did he appear here? Shouldn't he be confined by the Prison Director?"

A flurry of questions arose in Enwei's mind, but he soon gave up on thinking them through. Up next, simply watching this duel with the Great Emperor would clear up all mysteries.

"In the whole Old World, even the Plague Master needs to use special means to resist the Great Emperor's sword. The number of Patients at the same level who can withstand a sword slash isn't over three.

In front of that sword, dodging is meaningless. Any life form related to blood, even if abandoning blood during later growth, cannot escape 'Blood Judgment.'

Only those who can withstand the most basic sword slash are qualified to challenge the Great Emperor.

Can this person withstand it?"

While Marquis Enwei posed this question, the mysterious sword wrapped in a deep crimson cloth was already gripped by the Great Emperor.

With a single slash.

The place went silent, and all eyes were on Yi Chen.

So far, every time the Great Emperor swung his sword, a large amount of blood would spill, and the target would be split in half, even the endless connective mountain range outside the Skin Factory.

From the audience, William, having combined his Vision with Little Grape's, received the clearest view, eager to see how Yi Chen would withstand this unique artifact.

"Mr. Yi! Can you withstand it? When I was slashed, there was no way to stop the overflow of blood, the Great Emperor's blood has already integrated into the Rule, and every sword swing inevitably results in bleeding."

On the field,

Facing the impending deep crimson,

Even if Yi Chen had recently comprehended a deeper layer of death, even if he retranscribed the concept of physicality with death, even if he reached the deep of the Sea of Death,

He could still smell the intense scent of blood, and see a wisp of deep crimson seeping into the deep sea.

This crimson wasn't mere blood; it was a blood army of a million strong, driven by the will of the Great Emperor, trampling everything daring to stand in the Emperor's path.

"Indeed worthy as the peak strongman of the old era, stressed to me multiple times by the dukes, it's no wonder able to become a nemesis of senior Balon, sealed under the title 'Great Emperor.'

Blood beads seeped from Yi Chen's body. Just as he was about to be slashed open, his right hand fiercely reached into the mouth of the parasite on his shoulder, pulling something out!

Clang!

The circus tent rooted deep in subspace trembled violently, almost on the verge of disintegration.

An unheard collision sound resonated within the circus.

No one covered their ears, blood flowed from their eardrums,

The collision sound resembled countless cavalry charging against steel, weapons, helmets, and bones clashing with maximum force against some iron barrier blocking the forces, all sounds layered together producing a single massive noise.

If one could parse the sound layers, an epic sense could be perceived.

In the arena,

Yi Chen skidded back a full hundred meters, hitting the outer wall, with his feet carving an exaggerated path into the ground, and the walls behind him fissured slightly.

Drip-drop.

Some blood flowed from this dead one's hand, waist,

But his body wasn't severed,

A peculiar iron chain was drawn tight in front of his chest, held firmly by Yi Chen's right hand, its other end tied inside the mouth of the parasite.

Only part of it was revealed, its true form unclear.

"Blocked it!"

The blood people were all astoundingly shocked — how long had it been since someone capable of blocking the Great Emperor's sword appeared!

Only the Great Emperor's expression remained unchanged, to him, this was befitting, it gave meaning to the duel, this was the disciple groomed by that nemesis.

However, regarding the iron chain capable of blocking his sword, the Great Emperor was also puzzled.

"What is this iron chain? Able to thwart my Empire."

Yi Chen responded indifferently, "The monastery's iron chain."