Chapter 832: 830: The Final Wager
Tsk...
Seeing such a scene, Marquis Enwei couldn’t help but click his tongue.
He actually initially admired this human nad Zede, who faced both Glatoni and him, two of the ’Seven Marquis’, without any fear and could even display such pure Physical prowess.
He thought that this man was quite pure,
But unexpectedly, this man actually accepted such malice, dirty, and potentially corrupting things for the sake of victory.
"At the end of the day, he’s still soone who will stop at nothing to win... There’s no way I will let you win this contest."
Marquis Enwei doesn’t understand ’Human Nature’ and is unaware of the deeper relationship between Zede and William,
Therefore he cannot comprehend why this seemingly pure human would choose to accept the product of a malign tumor, only to end up with such a ’Low’ outco.
In reality,
Zede chose to graft because of a sentence William said before the match, just one short sentence.
Teacher... if you can win, please make sure to win.
...
Zede relied on the strong nature of his own Physical form to temporarily control his right arm, sharing a temporary Pope’s divinity.
However, two voices continually echoed in his mind,
One from inside the skull, brought by the Pope’s Divinity, from the chorus in the spacious Church,
One from the outside world, those smiling Audience occupying 80% of the seats, although seemingly quiet, were all sitting upright without a word. Yet, in Zede’s perception, they were laughing madly, even exchanging so malicious jokes.
These noises attempted to disrupt Zede’s Heart Realm, corresponding to the malignant tumor invading his brain tissues.
Nonetheless,
Zede’s gray brain was equally covered with muscles, as hard as a rock, impervious to any tumor invasion.
Just as Zede moved his temporarily Completed body to charge at Marquis Enwei opposite him,
The opponent’s back showed a downwards gesture with a dozen Blood Worms palms simultaneously making a lowering gesture,
Instantly, amidst the hazy blood mist, a giant Blood Palm descended swiftly, charging right at Zede’s head top... In the center of the Blood Palm, nurous writhing tiny blood vessels could be seen, seemingly forming a kind of Secret Technique mark.
It wasn’t just a downward push;
it also attempted to press a Blood Plague curse into Zede’s body.
Instead of using movent technique to evade, Zede tried to swing his recently grafted clown Arm, roughly three tis the size of a regular one.
Palm to palm!
The Instant the two palms collided,
Bang! The giant Blood Palm exploded, blood splattered violently, dyeing the whole body of clown Art in Bright Red, while William sitting nearby had already taken out an umbrella to shield himself and Catherine.
"Oh, Art~ I’m only shielding myself and Catherine! I suppose you want to taste the special flavor of this Blood Plague."
Art shrugged, imdiately growing tumors of various sizes all over his body to wrap the blood, absorbing it completely.
Then his expression slightly changed, promptly expelling this blood out of his body, "A different kind of Blood Plague, filled with a power that curses everything, not belonging to the Old World power, and clashing with the Heavenly Divinity I possess.
This guy sohow acquired extraterritorial power, really has sothing."
...
On the field.
Zede raised the clown Arm high, with a face of astonishnt.
He didn’t expect the Palm’s Power just now to be so imnse and special, not only dispersing the descending Blood Palm but also neutralizing the curse-containing Blood Plague inside.
Zede has not encountered extraterritorial and doesn’t know that the clown Arm contains "Heavenly Divinity
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