The Gentleman at the End

William, the 'director' who constructs the Fake Abyss and the internal Circus, actually did not notice Yi Chen's arrival at the first moment, and didn't even know how the other party infiltrated the tent, perhaps there was no infiltration process at all.

Yi Chen seemed to appear out of thin air, quite eerie.

Even William, who was once 'closely acquainted' with him as a 'Twin Body', felt a chill down his spine. He couldn't catch even a trace of the past Death Aura from Yi Chen, or perhaps Yi Chen was Death itself.

As William noticed Yi Chen's silent arrival,

Art, as the second partner of the United Circus, also quickly caught sight of him. After all, Yi Chen's aura was still quite familiar to him; the two had just fought on the Moon Stage four months ago and almost ended in a fatal clash.

Art twisted his head like a mechanical doll to look at Yi Chen, who seemed to 'grow' from the corpse,

for some reason,

with just one glance, Art again felt a familiar sensation, feeling he was already escorted to an unknown execution ground, with his head fixed on the Guillotine.

The difference this time was that there were no Audience at the Execution Ground; none of the deceased who once followed Yi Chen came here to cheer.

The whole Execution Ground was desolate and empty, the air carrying an absolute Death Aura.

Art twisted to look at the Guillotine that was restraining him, surprisingly finding no blade structure on it.

"Hmm?"

Just as he was confused, the Executioner arrived.

Different from Yi Chen's previous image, he was wrapped in a black robe, his feet suspended in the air, holding an unidentified Beheading weapon wrapped in black mist.

The feeling was akin to the Reaper,

at this moment, the tumor cells inside Art's body instantly reacted violently to survive, unconsciously unleashing the Heavenly Divinity.

As a halo appeared above Art's head, forcefully breaking the atmosphere of Execution, returning to the Audience seats of the Circus.

His whole body trembled suddenly, and a large amount of foul liquid flowed out from under the clown costume, as if he had lost control! Art then burst into laughter and stood up to applaud.

Clap, clap, clap~

"This is truly amazing! In just a few short months, Mr. Yi has reached such a level... No wonder William dares to challenge the Great Emperor, hiss! How on earth did he achieve this?"

To Art's question, Yi Chen did not respond but instead stared directly at William.

In that instant, several deceased directly gathered beside William and whispered softly into his ears,

『William, what's the current situation?』

The invasion of Death was quite strong, causing William to inhale sharply. He wasn't sure if Yi Chen had seen the situation of the last match.

If Yi Chen found out about Zede teacher's experience, communication might be troublesome.

He could only assume that Yi Chen knew nothing and simply explain the current battle status.

『Congratulations Yi Chen, you've ventured further into the depths of Death.

We are in a best-of-three duel, currently at one win and one loss.

Unexpectedly, Yi Chen, you've arrived just in time for the final round, and it's precisely me against the strongest opponent, the Great Emperor Pulaid... Since I'm the director and afterward have significant matters to attend to, could I trouble Yi Chen to substitute for me?

From the feeling you gave me, you've already touched the deepest prisoner in the monastery, and now it's only you who can confront the Great Emperor.』

『Answer me one question, and I'll consider whether to participate.』

『Ask.』

『Even Zede sir, would you choose to betray him?』

Without a moment's hesitation, William answered earnestly:

『Yes, even Zede teacher, I would betray. Even Yi Chen, I would betray. Because I must achieve the current purpose, no matter if it means betraying everyone around me who trusts me.

Mr. Yi, whether you participate, I personally won't insist,

the true purpose of this exhibition match is merely to attract all the blood people in, which I've already accomplished! The final victory will only affect the difficulty of executing the plan, the performance is just to buy time.

If you're unwilling to participate, then please enjoy my performance.』

William stood up from his seat, bowed first to Yi Chen's position, then to the blood people's direction, and immediately disintegrated into particles, gathering in the Duel Arena the next second.

The Storybook hung at his waist,

the entire right arm was occupied and combined by small grapes, becoming pitch black and hairy. Four eyeballs of different sizes and textures, covered in ash patterns, surrounded his wrist, resembling some special biological Magic Artifact.

The left arm stayed in normal condition, as close to the abdomen and books as possible,

just when William entered the arena, an overwhelming pressure descended.

As William looked up again, he saw an illusion difficult to distinguish as real or fake, he could even hear the cheers of countless citizens.

At this moment, he seemed to stand between the city-states once dominated by the Great Emperor Pulaid, facing the Blood Throne constructed upon a thousand steps.

The Great Emperor personally arrived,

William's knees began to tremble violently, a strong desire to kneel followed.

Seeing he was about to truly kneel before the Great Emperor, with his knees just a finger's distance from the ground, William suddenly changed his expression, revealing a mocking face towards the Great Emperor.

"How was my acting? By the way, Great Emperor, you wouldn't really think I was going to kneel... I've seen numerous Plague Masters, felt different kinds of Plague pressure.

I've even seen the [God] outside the world, and never knelt.

A mere blood person without any 'qualification', moreover a fake emperor who slaughtered his citizens, wanting me to kneel through the so-called 'King's Pressure', are you blood people this naive?

I don't think the title [Great Emperor] suits you,

why not give this title to my friend Art? You should have already seen it, Art embodies hundreds of thousands, millions of citizens, and has a very reasonable management system.

He's more suited to this title."

Just as William's mocking words were spoken, he suddenly felt his lower body out of control! Looking down, he found it was already sliced off.

Thud~

The smooth waist and abdomen cut by the Sword fell to the ground, immobile, looking as if kneeling.

This scene forced Art in the audience to laugh heartily, unsure whether he was mocking William's clown act or the emotional shift of the Great Emperor.

The Earls and Marquises among the blood people also sneered at William's 'clown act', pretending one second and kneeling the next, couldn't bear to watch.

The Great Emperor Pulaid bore the deepest hatred for people like William, who, despite lacking strength, loved to play with words.

Raising the Blood Sword high,

preparing to execute William with one strike,

Buzz!

A foot kicked mid-air, hitting William's face squarely, kicking the paralyzed William out of the arena, crashing heavily into the wall of the Audience area.

"Wow!"

William, suffering from a blow, spewed blood suddenly, along with brain matter flowing from his shattered nostrils, yet he maintained a smile, showcasing astonishing professional conduct.

"Mr. Yi, wasn't that kick a bit too brutal! If you wanted to participate, just say so~ why kick me in front of so many people.

For those unaware, they might think you are 'our main body'.

I felt it, there was a bit of personal grudge behind that kick. But, I won't pursue it anymore, hope Mr. Yi has a good performance and wins big."

Having half his body paralyzed, brain shattered, William slowly slid down the wall, crawling back to his seat with hands on the ground in a rather pathetic manner.

Beneath the stage.

With Yi Chen's arrival, the final performance was about to unfold.

The Great Emperor Pulaid stared at the deceased before him, looking extremely similar to William, temporarily occupying the Audience corpse to resurrect, catching a familiar scent that forever lingered in his Memory, recalling an 'old friend' from the early Old World.

"You... know Balon Casas?"

"Elder Balon mentioned you before. Moreover, he specifically said if I went to the blood folks' base, to greet you for him."

Upon hearing these words,

The Great Emperor Pulaid shivered, deep red hair falling over his shoulders, continually oozing Blood, his Pupil even flickering with an extremely rare gleam.

"Come then, Balon's disciple... I shall grant you the most merciful end!"