The Gentleman at the End

The human form displayed by the Ancient Shark Lokaas stands over three meters tall, retaining deep gray shark fins on its back, with a circle of skull barnacles hanging around its neck.

The sound of its breathing is like ten tractors working together, with moist air laden with Vibrio bacteria expelled from the gills between its neck.

There is a huge crack on its abdomen, as if it has been cut and deeply scorched by something hot.

For years, it has been trapped in the shadow of war defeat, and the reason for coming here this time is not to head to the Main Material Plane but to kill these self-righteous gods to fulfill its inner revenge.

The Golden Lung Venerable looked at the Patient consumed by hatred before him and merely shook his head helplessly.

"Make your choice. As the first to step onto the stage, you may select any 'Avatar Carrier' as your opponent."

"Leading a group of puppets here pretending to give alms, but that's fine…"

Though Lokaas was seething with anger, it did not lose the most basic rationality. Instead of impulsively challenging the Venerable, it casually pointed at a person.

In its view, these puppets bearing the Pope's Divinity are meaningless.

The named individual was precisely the one engraved with "Vajra." After a period of doll adaptation, its avatar's true body had already perfectly replicated on the doll's surface.

Hair like cyan flames shot upwards, and though its countenance expressed resentment, it still appeared relatively young,

with an extra pair of eyes growing beneath its eyelids, forming [Four Eyes],

one hand open horizontally at the waist,

the other hand making a fist at its chest,

though possessing a normal human physique, it gave an unshakable impression.

The voice of Golden Lung Venerable immediately transmitted to the mind of this Vajra, "Qing Lun, this duel will determine whether any true talents will appear next. Display your Pope's Divinity with a swift and decisive battle.

Do you need me to assist you with a breath of true energy for support?"

"No need."

With a single step forward, Qing Lun stepped out with cyan flames beneath its feet, appearing directly at the center of the arena. This speed caused the Audience outside the field to show troubled expressions, as most Silver Circle Patients could hardly see clearly.

Ancient Shark Lokaas deliberately slowed its pace, stepping with normal strides toward this young Vajra in front of it, continuously moving its arms and expelling Vibrio bacteria along the way.

Finally, the two stood face to face at the center of the arena.

Vajra Qing Lun

Height: 190, Weight: 500kg

Ancient Shark Lokaas

Height: 316, Weight: 800KG (Humanoid)

"Begin!"

With a shout from the Golden Lung Venerable,

the two punched almost simultaneously… When Lokaas threw its punch, skull barnacles appeared on its surface, each skull adorned with the sharp teeth of the Ancient Shark.

Boom! Immense pressure exploded on the stone platform, dust rose wildly, even splashing a large amount of seawater and generating a mist from evaporation.

As the hazy mist gradually cleared, the scene in front of them surprised most of the Patients.

The blue-haired Vajra was rooted firmly to the ground in a horse stance, unmoving, maintaining the posture of punching with its right arm.

The surface of its fist bore only slight scratches,

while the larger Lokaas was forced back over ten meters, with its fists' skull barnacles smashed, even branded with scorched fist marks.

"What?"

The Patients exclaimed in astonishment,

Zede silently sensed the opponent's physique, while Mr. Rabbit from the Circus in the distance showed a bit of interest, changing from a sitting to a standing position, his chest muscles slightly trembling.

At the Cancer Palace, among the High Table Knights surrounding the Lord, one displayed a disdainful expression, "A failure is a failure, Lokaas has not only failed to progress in a millennium but has regressed… truly a disgrace to us Patients.

However, these minor gods from the outside are no ordinary strays, they are rather formidable. It seems they came prepared.

The outcome is decided; hopefully, the next person won't disgrace us further, or I will really find it hard to remain seated."

…

On the stone platform,

Feeling the burn between the grooves of its fist, the Ancient Shark Lokaas fell completely into rage, unwilling to accept its weakening, much less daring to reconcile with defeat.

As its human form became difficult to maintain, its body began to expand, preparing to transform into a massive thousand-meter-long shark to devour the outsider before it.

During the transformation, it heard a word shouted from the other side, one it didn't understand.

"Daemons!"

Qing Lun stepped forward and appeared atop the transforming Lokaas,

Buzz~ A beam of golden light descended! A demon-subduing pestle of bronze hue directly fell into its hand.

"Amitabha!"

Holding the demon-subduing pestle, Qing Lun seemed to descend in its True Body, exhibiting no restraint, perfectly assuming the [Vajra Posture] in mid-air, its aura surging dramatically!

Just this posture alone stirred up hundred-meter waves on the sea around them.

The demon-subduing pestle in its hand heavily struck Lokaas's head, shattering it completely from head to tail.

Simultaneously, a wisp of aura blew past, sweeping Lokaas's fragmented body into the sea, preserving its life.

In merely two blows, it defeated the 'Under the King' Ancestor Primordial Body, causing most Patients watching to gasp in shock.

Even some truly powerful figures reevaluated this young Vajra.

Qing Lun initially intended to say something harsh, but uttering Amitabha brought a serene calmness to its heart, performing a bow with hands clasped before returning to its place.

Yet it still didn't hold the Patients from this fringe World in high regard; in its eyes, a defeated World sealed by rules could hardly produce formidable individuals.

The voice of Golden Lung Venerable spread once more:

"Regrettably, the first tester failed to pass! I believe everyone has felt the difficulty of the test; please act according to your capacity and come prepared before stepping onto the stage.

We will remain here for several days; there's no rush~ However, we hope individuals from the Pathology World can bring us enough surprises, for should the deadline arrive without recruiting ten talents, our evaluation of your World will be lowered, and subsequent World contact will be postponed or even canceled."

Though the elderly Golden Lung spoke with subtlety, there was apparent provocation.

Great figures from various Source Epidemic Areas were considering taking action, waiting for the Plague Master's permission, with those from the Circus also eager to move.

Zede also began exercising its body,

when suddenly, Nash started looking around, seemingly searching for something. Out of the blue, it sensed something, did not confer with its companions, nor seek the Circus's opinion.

Whoosh! As if an arrow, it shot towards the stone platform, effortlessly piercing through the air barrier to land upon the platform.

Nash's appearance drew all eyes, as everyone recognized this infamous Executioner of the Circus. However, Nash neither prepared for combat nor looked at the deific opponent, but instead performed an action that astonished everyone.

Raising its Hand Blade, it severed its own head before everyone,

committing suicide on site, genuinely dying without using any resurrection ability… From Nash's neck oozed Black Liquid that started shaping, even conveying the sense of someone crawling out of Nash's corpse.

As a human-like entity formed amidst Death,

Nash's corpse twined around it, hanging upon this person, with the Parasite's head reattached, drooping onto the shoulder.

A handsome Asian countenance emerged amidst flowing black hair,

and with each breath, it achieved 'Breath Synchronization' with the opposite Golden Lung Venerable.

"Elder, it's been a long time."

"Have you arrived, young one."