The first act concluded,
Reagan still floated at the center of the arena, showing no intention of returning to the audience, with dozens of pure white threads drawn between the severed half of his head, smiling as he looked at William.
"Thank you, William, for giving this chance to perform. Although I’d like to stay and help, I didn’t expect those old guys to go all out because of , disregarding their own safety completely.
Even though they are more self-preserving and much stronger than in ancient tis, their nature remains kind and leaves them vulnerable to exploitation.
I must personally escort them back and conceal them once again.
After ensuring their safety and maximum concealnt, I’ll co back to help."
William maintained his smile and made a characteristic gesture of invitation, "Go on, talking about now, you probably don’t need my help to open a ’passage’ to the outside world, right?"
Reagan didn’t reply, instead, in front of everyone, disassembled his indestructible tallic physical body into strands of pure white wires, penetrating the tent and disappearing.
William bit his lip slightly at the scene, seemingly a bit unwilling, ’Space analysis, particle shuttle... Reagan has reached a technological level beyond so boundary of the Old World, not even needing to pursue the identity of a Plague Master, he can attempt contact with the Pope’s Divinity on the Main Material Plane.
It’s truly uncomfortable~ to have such an opportunity.’
Art noticed William’s complex expression and burst into laughter, rising to do so basic and comical warm-up exercises.
"Finally, it’s ti for Mr. Zede and to enter. Our combination is sure to win!"
Not giving William a chance to advise or greet,
Art displayed unexpected initiative, as if he had springs in his shoes, leaping into the arena. He was the first to enter, waving towards the blood folk in the audience at a fixed frequency, as if sothing was about to overflow from between his yellow teeth.
Zede had already completed his warm-up, and as he was about to move, William’s hand lightly rested over, then quietly whispered sothing.
The latter didn’t respond noticeably, swiftly moving to stand beside the clown in the arena.
With Zede’s entrance, Glatoni couldn’t hold back anymore.
During the watch, the obese Glatoni had already completed ’fat burning’, currently with a body fat percentage of only 10%, landing heavily in the arena like a primitive muscle man.
His entire body of muscles was in a striated state, and many of these muscles had a certain curvature and contour, as if ready to ’bloom’ beneath the skin like mouths.
In terms of physique, Glatoni was taller than the two across combined, but his sole target was Zede.
Finally, .
the Marquis Enwei, who should have appeared alongside Glatoni, delayed his entrance, instead remaining seated, his head tilted back.
He was the fastest and most stable at suppressing his nature among the Seven Marquis,
Yet, the blood plague, which had been completely suppressed, rapidly grew at that mont, just because he saw the Ascender’s deanor, that almost perfect non-blood and flesh brain.
As the physically weakest and slowest acting blood folk, representing ’envy’, Marquis Enwei held an important position among the blood folk and even in the forr Source Epidemic Area, earning the King’s favor and even the title of ’Blood Brain’.
The blood folk were able to invade efficiently and seize vast treasures largely due to Marquis Enwei’s strategizing.
Whether the Madn or the Nesser Brains, he had captured live specins for research and even more—his blood brain was further optimized based on the foundations of these people’s brains.
"On the Negative Emotions Brought by Blood Plague and Control thods" was also drafted by him, holding imnse importance for the entire blood folk’s developnt.
He was the first to fully suppress the blood plague, eradicating the negative emotion ’envy’, and even beca exceedingly humble, willing to adopt various opinions and even the rits of so juniors to optimize himself.
But at that mont,
when he saw the new brain that Reagan displayed, his ’heart realm’ shattered, the long-suppressed blood plague burst forth, about to break the long-completed rationality.
At this mont.
Swish!
Pulaid’s sword slashed down, slicing Enwei in half before everyone’s eyes, blood splattering everywhere.
Amidst the crowd’s confusion,
the blood splattered in the arena imdiately sprouted nurous blood vessels, through massive blood spurting, re-cultivating the form of Marquis Enwei.
His negative emotions were thus completely cut away.
At this point, an irresistible voice from the Great Emperor resounded from the audience, "Enwei, stabilize your condition, don’t let trivial matters waste all your efforts of so many years. You’ll have a chance to study the masterpieces of those Nesser Brains again later."
"Boss, it’s my fault! I will seriously face the coming match."
After a series of changes,
Marquis Enwei glared with blood-red eyes at the opponent across,
Since that ’corpse’ devoid of blood and life had been chosen by Glatoni, his target naturally beca Art.
As the blood-red gaze locked on, Art imdiately felt an unsettling sensation, as if countless blood worms wanted to crawl into his brain.
Art waved constantly, retreating of his own accord, "Hey~ why so aggressive at the outset! You’ve scared ;
since it’s a performative showdown, wouldn’t a gradual progression be better?"
Marquis Enwei didn’t respond, instead, glanced at the ruby pocket watch in his hand, adjusted the chanical glasses, then with his left hand that wasn’t holding a cane, grasped his attire and pulled hard!
Shush!
The long robe ca off, more accurately, he shredded all of his ’external skin and flesh’.
The revealed internal structure was beyond everyone’s imagination, with Art covering his mouth in shock,
relying solely on his right-hand cane for support on the ground,
beneath Marquis Enwei’s already bald head, there was no spine, no organs, only a mass of worm-like blood vessels, dancing, twisting, and blood-letting in the air.
Amidst Art’s shock, he suddenly recalled sothing, rembering the ti when these guys ambushed the Circus, always feeling sothing was wriggling and blood-letting in the shadows,
a lot of unknown origin blood back then interfered with the Circus’ reorganization and escape until forcibly broken through by Mr. Rabbit.
"Oh... I rember! You were the thing hidden deepest among the blood folk... the feeling before was like an extrely disgusting blood clot."
Regarding Art’s words and provocations, Marquis Enwei faintly replied, "I’m not good at solo, frontal combat... it’s fortunate you opted to modify the matchup mode, otherwise soloing you would be quite troubleso."
With that said, his body slowly floated.
The blood vessels beneath his head all darted into Glatoni’s right side back like roots, as if parasitically attached, the external blood vessel length was half a ter, allowing so movent.
Seeing this stance, William in the stands couldn’t help but think of an old acquaintance, "I wonder when Mr. Yi will return to combine with ."
In the arena,
the parasitized Marquis Enwei still held the cane, as if it were his most important magic artifact, then bent his body to Glatoni’s ear, "Trouble."
"It’s my honor to bear Marquis Enwei... however, please abide by my thoughts. First, eliminate this clown, then I’ll handle this corpse alone."
"Hmm."
The match began.
Marquis Enwei’s condition was peculiar, like he had aged a dozen years instantly, his already sparse hair fell again and turned gray while he recited the oldest language with his mouth.
Simultaneously,
a cross-shaped blood coffin suddenly rose, even though Zede reacted, he was still completely covered by this blood vessel, temporarily sealed within the arena.
"All right... cough, cough~ let’s first deal with this disgusting clown."
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