The Gentleman at the End

As Glatoni fell, he also completely swallowed Zede's right arm, temporarily sealing off the concept of his right arm, preventing it from regenerating in the ensuing battle.

Even though he admired Zede, this duel could not allow Zede to win.

Their battle had just concluded when an even stronger pressure swept in, a soft flesh-like film instantly covered the original corpses on the ground.

The entire field was filled with a thick blood mist, and every breath tasted of blood.

A "field" created through the Blood Plague Secret Method covered and suppressed the concept of [Void] on the scene.

At the same time, over a dozen slender arms suddenly emerged from the blood mist in front of Zede,

attacking Zede's body at different 'blood points' with palms, fingertips, the back of hands, punching, and so on,

having just completed a high-intensity battle with Glatoni, Zede hadn't had time to adjust, and his body was struck over ten times in succession, sending him flying directly to the edge of the field, crashing headlong into the wall.

Amidst the blood mist,

Enwei, bestowed with the name [Envy], floated out in a half-meter off the ground suspended posture, emanating an aura that exuded traces of divinity not belonging to the Old World.

Art, observing from the platform, showed immediate interest upon seeing this posture,

"I just knew this guy seemed a bit different… What a pity, William, your friend was too powerful, winning the first round~ Otherwise, I would have gone all out with Marquis Enwei in this round, what a pity~ what a pity!"

"Envy, Blood Mind, King's Advisor…"

William read out several titles, looking at the "Complete Body" floating out amidst the blood mist.

A physical body woven purely of blood vessels, bright red, and sketched with regular deep red lines.

Red hair flowing,

The dripping right foot stood vertically on the ground, with the left leg bent at the knee at a 90° angle across the right leg,

palms clasped together in front, staff suspended by his side,

most notably at the back, where dozens of thick blood vessels were slowly, minutely squirming behind, each blood vessel's end had a blood-soaked hand emerging,

each hand shaped into different gestures, creating a somewhat 'Thousand-Armed Guanyin' feeling.

However,

Enwei hadn't altered his main appearance, remaining an aged, decrepit body, still possessing a strong person's hairstyle. Although he could clearly nourish his physical body with blood to regenerate his hair, he chose not to do so.

He seemed very determined to retain his authentic appearance.

Glatoni's defeat made Marquis Enwei realize the danger, prompting him to use a brand new trump card directly.

He always had been the individual among the 'Seven Marquis' least skilled in melee and solo combat, always hidden behind the army during ancient times, casting various Secret Techniques.

But with the collapse of the Blood Folk army, there weren't many corners left for Enwei's concealment, and his shortcomings became immediately apparent.

Therefore, in the days following the war, besides suppressing the evil nature brought by his blood plague, Enwei had always been looking for ways to make up for his own "Weakness."

The current form presented was his answer after thousands of years in the new World.

…

In the Duel Arena,

having been struck multiple times at the front of his body and crashed into the sidewall, Zede had climbed back up again.

Copious bright red blood spewed from Zede's mouth, even some strange debris, chunks of meat, and even wriggling blood worms.

Corpses don't contain blood… These blood-related 'vomitus' seemed to be formed from the previous strikes, infiltrating the body through external strikes with the blood plague.

Or rather, it was a kind of "Curse Strike," a curse had already landed on Zede.

The battle with Glatoni had already pushed Zede to the limit, his Physical overworked, even losing an arm.

The unguarded frontal strike and curse intrusion caused instability in Zede's body, and the gray imagery thus dissipated.

Wah!

The continued vomiting finally temporarily emptied the scarlet curse from inside,

an indescribable weakness enveloped his entire body, and in Zede's Perception, Marquis Enwei floating amidst the blood mist even appeared as multiple ghost images.

At this time,

William's words sounded in his ear,

Zede's face, covered with black bandages, suddenly turned to his side just in time to see the "clown arm" he had kicked implanted right there, even beckoning to him proactively.

No time to think about anything,

within the blood mist surrounding, the bloody arms could reappear at any time, lowering special blood plague curses at any time.

Grabbing the bizarre clown arm without hesitation,

crack! Resolutely integrating it at the severed arm location, the malignant tumor waiting within the clown arm instantly proliferated and completed its grafting.

Both muscles and nerves bonded well,

from the observation platform, Art trembled violently, eyeballs rolling upwards in extreme excitement, obviously feeling Zede's body structure through this opportunity, sensing how strong and powerful the gray physicality, like a Demon Cave, was, but also riddled with vulnerabilities due to high-intensity combat.

"Oh dear! Mr. Zede really used my arm… I thought even if he lost, he would still sneer at it.

By the way, William~ Before the match, you seemed to have said something to him, was it related to this?"

William, smiling, placed an arm around Art's shoulders,

"Of course, it was related! I guessed you, Art, would definitely throw the game, with your personality, wanting to lose this round 100% to see me clash with the Great Emperor.

Of course, directly withdrawing wouldn't be good, you'd surely leave some methods behind.

I told the teacher, you are the most trustworthy 'kindred spirit' I've encountered recently, although your appearance seems not great, your actions a bit strange, you are absolutely a trustworthy good person, the cooperative performance at the Blood Folk's entrance was all thanks to you.

I hope the teacher can embrace the methods you left, striving to win the second match.

After all, I'm still quite afraid of the Great Emperor, even if Mr. Yi manages to arrive on time, I still have no confidence… Anyway, the teacher already managed to gain enough time, our kids are almost done with the matter.

The teacher can win the second game with this, then Art, you absorb the teacher's Physical, both of us reaching the peak at the same time, and we can smoothly execute the final plan~ isn't that better?"

Art also showed a rare joyful smile, "Hahaha~ William, you really are someone who can handle big things, even willing to completely betray the teacher who painstakingly cultivated you!

As expected of my kindred spirit, I'm growing more fond of you.

This way, I'm actually reluctant to see the Great Emperor kill you.

Alright, let's see what state Mr. Zede, combined with me, can achieve? Whether swallowed by malicious proliferation or briefly mastering this Power, slaying two marquis in succession?"

"Speaking of which, Art, how many tumors did you place in that arm?"

"Not many, half of me! After all, Mr. Zede is very strong, if too little, it would be challenging to manage…"

In the field,

the envious Enwei, demonstrating a complete body, was stunned,

because the corpse before him had vanished, half the field already piled with tumors,

a malignant mound of meat crawling with countless human bodies and tumor-covered hills rose, with Zede, the arm linker, completely pressed beneath the mound.

However,

amidst a low growl akin to a corpse demon,

the tumor mountain was dyed gray from the root, compressing and retracting towards a certain point, eventually morphing back into the shape of an arm, revealing Zede himself once more.

Clearly, Zede had managed to restrain the proliferation of the arm with the power of [Void].

However, Zede's appearance seemed somewhat strange.

Although he temporarily harnessed the proliferation, his new right arm was visibly larger than his regular one, about three times bigger,

its size and mutational changes notable. His back looked slightly hunched, almost as if wings were growing,

the most conspicuous of which was his facial change, as he now bore a faintly smiling expression,

with a new tangle of tumor strands on his head, forming a 'meat ring,' much like an angel's halo.

Zede, with his faint smile, seemed a bit odd.

The blood fog swirling around could produce crimson appendages again at any moment, casting down special blood plague curses.