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", only feeling an unprecedented High Rank Power, with even a layer of golden glow on the palm surface.
At this mont, the muttering clown voice resounded inside Zede’s head,
’How does it feel, Mr. Zede?
My Power is quite different... Your Physical form is unique, even surpassing that rabbit in so aspects, imdiately mastering my malignant tumor.
If you can Combine my part with yours, you will surely reach a higher realm! Easily killing these guys before you, possibly even Transcend the Old World restrictions, and pursue a higher quality Physical in a whole new world.’
But before these voices had finished, Zede completely shielded them,
Zede continued dragging the giant clown Arm towards Marquis Enwei, wanting to end this battle quickly;
once victorious, he intends to remove the Arm and cleanse his body of malignant tumor.
"Instant"
With the ankle twisted,
Seemingly slowly dragging the Arm, Zede executed an Instant Step to Enwei’s back, twisting waist, and turning back! Channeling all body Power to the right Arm,
Zede knows very well that the High Rank Power contained in this Arm can cause additional impact effect, and may just end the battle with a complete hit.
As the clown’s giant palm slamd down,
The Marquis Enwei actually self-destructed,
Snap! The palm strike rely dispersed the blood from the self-destruction,
The voice emanated from all directions within the blood mist, "Your speed is far inferior to before, your purity is greatly reduced, your ’field’ no longer exists... relying solely on such unclean external objects to heal wounds will only render you even more lowly.
To think you, such a person, defeated Glatoni;
you disappoint greatly."
As soon as these words were spoken,
Countless bright red swarms condensed and flew out within the blood mist, surrounding Zede. These blood worms were not aggressive but continuously emitted a buzzing sound to disrupt Zede’s perception.
No matter how Zede swung the clown’s arm, even activating the tumors on it for a large-scale explosion, these blood worms could not be driven away.
Just as Zede’s attention was diverted by these swarms,
Dozens of blood arms quietly appeared from a blind spot behind him, striking Zede’s back with lightning speed. As nurous overlapping blood palm prints floated onto his back...
Snap, snap, snap!
Zede spat out bright red blood frantically, his entire body once again slamd into the wall.
Supporting his trembling body as he crawled out of the wall, he knelt on one knee.
His mouth continuously spewed foul Blood Plague products, and, due to severe injuries, he could not suppress the malignant tumors within him, with large masses of tumor-like growths stacking on his back akin to a snail carrying a heavy burden.
At present, Zede seed to have reached his limit, relying solely on consciousness to sustain himself.
Within the blood mist,
Enwei Marquis appeared, floating half a ter off the ground once again,
He perford the secret technique again, condensing several blood swords in the mist to penetrate Zede’s body, shins, and palms, completely pinning him down.
Especially the bizarre clown’s arm, pierced by dozens of blood swords, suppressing the divinity and malignant tumors within.
Enwei Marquis was already profoundly disappointed;
he did not want to say much more, and concentrated high-density Blood Plague energy at his right fingertip, intending to penetrate Zede’s skull to end the match.
However,
As he approached Zede and raised his finger to his opponent’s brow,
Whether it was an illusion or not, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was sothing odd in Zede’s eyes,
There was no pain, no despair, nor any hint of unwillingness, rather, it was covered by the previous grey representing [Nothing].
"Sothing’s wrong..."
Enwei dared not delay a mont longer, buzz!
"End Blood Finger"
As the red light burst through the fingertip, Zede unexpectedly jerked his head away, dodging it at zero distance! The blood finger rely grazed a layer of his scalp.
"What!"
Instinctively, Enwei locked his gaze onto the bloated clown’s arm, certain that Zede would counterattack through this arm,
After all, he had used this arm throughout their previous battle,
"Wait! He’s been fighting all along with this arm..."
Upon realizing this, it was too late for Enwei.
All of Zede’s ’lowliness’ was rely an act,
Given his dire condition, even combining with the clown’s arm to barely recover completeness, he couldn’t enter the state of [Nothing], let alone contend with a fully-powered ’Seven Marquis.’
In order to win this duel and protect William, he had to resort to unconventional tactics.
He deliberately kept attacking using the clown’s arm to ensure Enwei Marquis focused all of his attention on it until he exposed a genuine flaw.
Now, the opportunity presented itself.
The left arm, hidden all along and never swung once, already clenched a fist, long prepared with full-body force.
Carrying Zede’s determination for victory,
In a half-kneeling stance, he threw a punch!
Boom!
Everything in the fan-shaped area in the direction of the punch was obliterated, including the side wall, smiling audience, and circus tent... The tent was blasted open, revealing a five-ter hole leading to the depth of Subspace.
Unfortunately, the blood mist on the field did not disperse, only cleared partially.
Enwei Marquis had still held back, what appeared earlier was a nearly perfect blood clone he condensed;
though he verbally expressed disdain toward Zede, the fact that Zede defeated Glatoni remained.
Witnessing the power of this punch, a drop of blood-sweat slid down Enwei’s temple.
"If I had exposed my true body, and this punch connected... I would have lost..."
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