Marquis reached out to touch his cheek struck by the fist, the tips of his fingers tingling with pain.
"This death... is not rely ’Death Plague,’ but sothing else. Moreover, your physical skin has not been affected by the Pulse Tower in the city, and can still perform Death Assembly."
Moreover, your close approach just now relied not only on speed but also on an instant spatial jump, which is why I couldn’t react in ti and took a solid punch.
I have never seen such a diversified individual like you.
Interesting."
Marquis Glatoni held his right palm about five centiters from his face... Snap! The teeth clamped shut, biting lightly.
A certain effect of devouring through space was activated.
The black fist imprint on his face and the surrounding blood and flesh were instantly erased, and the death wound also disappeared.
The missing part of the cheek was imdiately smoothed over with fresh blood, looking as good as new.
"Spatial Devouring?" William faintly discerned so clues.
Marquis Glatoni twisted his thick neck, "No wonder you, so young, were favored by the First Abyss to beco the chief of the circus;
next, I’ll take you seriously."
The always sowhat relaxed marquis suddenly lowered his body, and his size seventy shoes even made a dent in the ground, pressing forward with the tip of his foot.
"Here it cos!" William widened his eyes, ready for battle.
Snap!
With the marquis stepping forward, his thick shoes stomping on the ground, the solid ground rippled again.
The massive body was not a burden at all;
his speed was incredibly fast, and the oppressive force he brought was staggering.
It was not just psychological pressure, even in reality a strong wind pressure was ford;
William’s hair was about to be blown away, and the hem of his suit flapped swiftly.
It was as if a mountain of human flesh was approaching.
Since William chose to use his fists, the marquis did the sa
’Swinging Fist’
The simplest, purest, most primal mode of combat,
but the fist swung by Marquis Glatoni was different;
the fist almost filled William’s eyes, and between the layers of flesh of the fist, a dangerous sense could be faintly felt.
Retreat!
William dared not take it head-on and imdiately utilized the footwork bestowed by Zede - "Instant".
As a Complete Shaper, after gene completion and physical restructuring, his ankles could almost infinitely withstand the pressure brought by "Instant," and both fluency and frequency had beco higher.
Only a faint spiral trace was left at his feet, and he had already retreated ten ters away.
The marquis’s fist naturally missed, but his forward montum did not decrease, again moving his mountainous body toward William with increasing oppressive force.
William continuously chose to retreat, avoiding contact with the fist while trying to find an opportunity...
In the streets, a large and a small figure, one red and one black, shifted like lightning in an unknown pattern, and ordinary blood citizens could only silently watch, not daring to interfere.
William used "Instant" with a flow as smooth as clouds, without any burden on his ankles.
But sweat kept seeping from his forehead, and his complexion gradually worsened... strange.
"The marquis’s speed is getting faster, giving
less and less ti to use ’Instant’.
Furthermore, there’s this weird feeling? Has the marquis’s physique decreased a bit?"
Due to high-speed movent and various large swinging punches, all the cells in the body of the marquis beca active, rapidly consuming fat cells, visibly steaming all over his body.
As the frequency of using "Instant" increased, the speed of retreating also increased,
The two fighters quickly moved from [City Center-Black Bridge] to [City Wall], with nowhere to retreat... The marquis had slimd down, and his lighter body beca even faster.
A punch swung,
William, backed against the city wall, could no longer use "Instant" to transfer and had to call upon the power of the stars for a short-distance teleportation.
Boom!
The marquis’s fist punched through the particle state of William, heavily striking the surface of the city wall.
Boom!
The skin layer shattered, blood and flesh pierced! A hole the size of a sandbag was directly blown into the wall.
Yet the marquis did not pause for a mont, his gaze locked on William ten ters away.
Snap! Snap! Snap~ Skin and blood splattered
The wall already broken by a human gentleman was once again smashed by the marquis himself, creating over fifty fist-shaped holes stretching more than a hundred ters.
William, previously appearing sowhat composed, suddenly began to pant heavily,
Having used "Instant" combined with Star Transfer, he finally showed signs of physical strain. Naturally, such a vulnerability would not be overlooked by the Marquis, who saw it as an excellent opportunity to defeat William.
The seventy-yard shoes took him straight in front of William, and by this ti, even using Star Transfer would be too late.
[Success]
Certain that his target couldn’t escape, the Marquis directly swung a Russian Big Swing at William’s body,
Once this doubly powerful punch hit William’s body, it would instantly disintegrate, exploding in a spray of plasma.
However,
William, backed against the wall, made no attempt to dodge. His body did not emit any star particles, seemingly having never intended to dodge from the beginning.
Moreover, William’s heavy breathing suddenly stopped, replaced by a calm smile.
It appeared that all the previous dodging, panting, and the flickering fear in his pupils were ’acting,’ a basic skill as the Chief Actor of the Circus.
It was all to draw out the Marquis’ Russian Big Swing, a move that took too long to execute, preparing for a mont of vulnerability.
Shifting his legs,
and turning his back against the wall to face sideways,
Whoosh! The powerful swing narrowly missed brushing past his body,
William, now standing sideways, remained unflustered,
glancing from the corner of his eye at the Marquis, now openly exposed due to the miss of his swing,
A perfect "Slaughter Line" ca into view,
William, no longer using his fists or chopping with his hand blade, called forth sothing concealed within his body.
Click~ His right palm crazily overflowed with a black aura,
A grotesque, skinny, corpse-like black arm erged from his palm, its back even sprouting spinal structures.
When the Black Hand was fully extended, its tip imdiately ford an axe blade structure made of pure Death Matter.
"The Black Hand of Deathlike"
A Death Weapon that t the standards of the Death Plague Knights and was most fitting for William himself.
Following the Slaughter Line, he struck diagonally!
Hum!
At the mont the axe blade fell, a swath of death miasma spread tens of ters high, cutting bystanders in half and turning them into puddles of black water.
As the strike concluded,
Marquis Glatoni had retreated dozens of ters away, an extrely fearso slash stretching from his right shoulder down to his lower abdon,
but William furrowed his brows.
As the strike landed, a mouth suddenly appeared on the Marquis’ body, attempting to bite the axe... Although the strike destroyed the mouth, the collision with the teeth caused it to veer off.
The anticipated effect of the slaughter was not achieved;
the wound was not deep enough to expose internal organs or muscles, cutting only through fat layers.
Besides,
as the Marquis voluntarily moved back and ceased his attacks, William finally confird his earlier conjecture.
The Marquis indeed was rapidly consuming energy in the process of attacking, slowly thinning down.
The Marquis let out a long breath, speaking harmoniously:
"Phew... That was close~ I never imagined you had ties with the Death Plague Knights. We of the Blood nationality fear those dead the most, as it’s not easy to maintain vitality in blood there.
That attack almost caused
real harm;
what a pity.
At the sa ti, I thank you for helping
progress my ’fat reduction project’ ahead of schedule. Since coming to your side, I’ve been inactive for the four months, imrsed in gluttonous desires every day.
I’ve gained quite a bit unknowingly~ Now, your axe has taken care of a lot of belly fat.
Just a mont."
Sizzling~ A large amount of steam rose from the Marquis’ body, even enveloping his entire figure.
As the steam cleared,
eight significantly exaggerated abs appeared under the moist shirt,
his fiery red hair set stiffly upright from the released steam,
the beard around his jaw remained,
his skeletal and physical structure unchanged, looking like a primitive man with a perfect Body Shape, capable of wrestling with dragons, and emanating an even stronger oppressive aura than before.
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