The Gentleman at the End

The scene of "carving out the spear" by Art was spectacular, but Yi Chen didn't spare it a glance. He just quietly felt the special state he was in, quietly felt the absolute peace brought by being enveloped by the Abyss.

All the noise around him and the distractions in his mind were absorbed by this Abyss Armor,

which was not a dead object but connected to William's true form, controlled by that unique Madness Brain. It perfectly synchronized with all of Yi Chen's movements, achieving an effect greater than the sum of its parts.

Tap, tap, tap~

The sound of high heels came from behind. This sound was only audible to Yi Chen himself,

and it was a middle-aged woman who quietly approached Yi Chen from behind, both hands resting on his shoulders, her cold lips gently pressing against his earlobe.

In a voice combining maternal and teacher-like gentleness, she softly said:

"You finally found a friend… Your teacher is really happy for you."

"Really?"

Yi Chen responded, which was extremely rare, causing the dead woman behind him to display a gentle smile.

"Since your friend is here this time, teacher won't cover your eyes anymore… I believe no one can stop you now.

Go on, follow your obsession~"

While Yi Chen was engaged in this internal dialogue, the Tumor Emperor Art had already braved the icy gaze of the 'Dead Sun,' holding a special lance he nurtured himself and was approaching Yi Chen.

Even though the initiative of the scene was suddenly taken by the Dead Sun, Art still possessed absolute confidence.

All his true Power was concentrated in the Swollen Cathedral due to the "Body Pilgrimage," and even if Tumor and Heaven were breached, it wouldn't matter. Being close to the Plague Master, he feared nothing beneath the Plague Master.

Upon reaching Yi Chen, Art once again utilized his near-cheat-like Tumor Emperor ability – "Time Multiplication."

The cancer cells within him absorbed the surrounding material energy to the maximum, causing the movement of matter to slow down or even halt temporarily.

The Heaven Spear, possessing a God-slaying effect, was firmly held in Art's right hand,

while the followers emerging from the Swollen Cathedral gathered at his right arm, jointly pushing the lance, singing hymns, propelling the entire spear forward with intense Pope's Divinity.

This attack had completely transcended the physical level, and if hit by the lance, even Divine Status would suffer damage, and the soul would be pierced through.

Due to the Time Freeze,

as the spear tip neared Yi Chen's unprotected forehead, just about to pierce through… Dang!

A dull, small collision sound spread, barely audible to the combatants,

and a heavy, pitch-black chain blocked Yi Chen, unknown when it intervened, with the spearhead stuck within the chain's gap, unable to advance further, just a hair's breadth away from striking.

"Why?"

Art was quite perplexed. The Time Multiplication wasn't over, so how could the opponent move? Moreover, they used Iron Chains to steadily block the penetrating trajectory, precisely stopping the spearhead.

This specially nurtured Godslayer Spear had the potential to smash the chain, but it needed time.

The warning bells within Art's internal cathedral were already ringing, indicating danger was looming.

Above Art's head,

the Black Blade at the chain's end was raised high, the "Beheading Formation" had formed, and the sensation of being placed on the Beheading Platform came rushing back.

Escape!

Under Art's foot, inflated followers stretched out their hands to lift him, carrying him away quickly.

The visual was rather comical, like sliding on golden lubrication. He retreated several hundred meters and secreted a liquid from his neck to form a golden collar for beheading protection.

Alas, the bells in the Church didn't cease ringing.

Within the golden-stained vision, Yi Chen did not pursue but slowly raised his free left hand… The left palm, wrapped in Abyss Armor, unexpectedly turned into a Black Sea Vortex.

It looked like a whirlpool on the sea surface, or perhaps an entrance leading to the Abyss.

As the palm faced Art, the looming Dead Sun also focused all its eyes on Art,

and even clad in gold, Art still felt an extreme coldness, a chill that made his entire body shiver…

In an instant,

Slap!

Art, who should have been several hundred meters away, was instantaneously in front of Yi Chen, captured by the latter's tight grip around his neck, immobilized.

"What!?"

Before he could express his surprise, the slash had already descended.

Slash!

The golden collar on Art's neck shattered, and his head fell to the ground!

This is Yi Chen's death execution in his full form, completely permeating the concept of "beheading," while accomplishing all this under the witness of the "Dead Sun," further confirming the effects brought by beheading.

Ssssss!

The clown's neck madly spewed golden liquid outward, yet before it splashed onto Yi Chen, it had already dimmed and decayed, transforming into sporadic energy absorbed by Little Grape.

Who knew.

The headless body, flowing with golden liquid, suddenly shook violently, faint laughter emanating from within.

Swish!

The arm, which had already fallen weakly, suddenly grabbed the long spear and thrust forward,

the Godslayer Spear named "Langinius Tumorization Replica" seizing the gap left by the completed beheading, once again stabbing towards Yi Chen's head.

Who knew~the iron chains shook!

Under the pull of the iron chains, the black blade changed its path of sheathing and rebounded in front, firmly blocking the thrusting path of the long spear.

Ding!

As the weapons collided,

Yi Chen swiftly performed a spinning step and side-kick, his foot perfectly striking Art's abdomen.

The power of this kick was evidently heavy, one could even see an air ripple with a diameter of several dozen meters spreading out. Strangely, not even a hint of collision sound was heard, seeming as if even sound is absorbed by the Abyss Armor.

This kick wasn't just about power; it was also coupled with a true abyss vortex.

Art's headless body was instantly twisted into a donut shape and flew straight out, crashing into three high-rise buildings, only to be stopped by the boundary of the [field] in the end.

What fell at the edge was merely a lump resembling mud, clad in a disheveled ecclesiastical robe, wearing a deformed crown.

Yi Chen looked at this scene and spoke plainly:

"During the process of gaining qualification and promotion, have you already abandoned the so-called concept of [head], or rather abandoned your humanoid form? Beheading is merely equivalent to cutting off a piece of a limb.

Are you preparing to integrate infinity into the concept of your physical body?"

Art, resembling mud, exposed a face full of hatred, instantly initiating a sacrificial ceremony with the swollen cathedral within him, sacrificing the 'absorbed' inside to achieve the most efficient regeneration.

The lump of flesh was enveloped in golden light, and Art instantly reverted to his original form.

In terms of regeneration, Art as the [Tumor Emperor] could be said to be the number one below the Plague Master, yet this regeneration came at considerable cost; many of the people within him have already been sacrificed.

"Mr. Yi's principle of Time Freeze is different from mine. He achieves the freeze through pure death, matching the entirely fitting scene of the deceased, allowing surrounding matter to completely die and thus achieving stillness.

Terrifying… however, to kill me, you'd at least need to slash 971 times like just now.

During these slashes, I will find a way to kill you or escape from here. I must say, this death scene is too suppressive for me, ah, truly dangerous."

Taking advantage of the opportunity to collide with the scene's edge, Art had already planted a seed capable of resisting death's erosion, which needed only to grow slowly to prop up an exit.

Just as Art was contemplating how to deal with the specially conditioned Yi Chen, the latter's palm was raised again, targeting him.

Buzz!

[Abyssal Absorption]

With Little Grape in the sky responsible for 'visual mark,'

once the mark is completed, Yi Chen merely needs to raise his palm to absorb the target back, corresponding with spatial teleportation, directly grabbing Art before him.

Slap!

Far away, Art's neck was once again pinched, yet he laughed wildly,

"Mr. Yi, why are you so obsessed with beheading?

I'm unkillable, hahaha~ Hurry up and cut off my head, satisfy your strange beheading hobby."

Clang clang~The iron chains shook, wrapping around his arms, especially coiling around the fists densely.

No beheading,

but a straight punch hitting Art's golden-toothed face, sending all the teeth into his belly, his entire face beaten beyond recognition, even for those inside the Cancer Palace.

Hit by a straight punch, Art should have flown along a straight line, yet he merely flew less than two meters… buzz! The suction from the palm was felt again.

Once more teleported in front of Yi Chen.

This time, not gripping Art's neck, but delivering a punch at the onset.

Although each punch was silent, its power penetrated every cell in his body, gradually beating Art into a state of unconsciousness until even the stairs leading to Heaven became blurry.

And Yi Chen's succession did not drag; punch after punch nearly seemed to beat Art to death…