Chapter 832 The final bet

 Tut…

Marquis Enwei couldn't help but smacked his lips when he saw such a scene.

 In fact, he admired this human being named Zed at first. Not only did he not have any fear when facing Gratoni and his two "Seventh Marquis", he could even show such pure physicality.

 I thought this person was quite pure,

Who would have known that this man would actually accept something so malicious and dirty that might even lead to total physical contamination in order to win.

“In the final analysis, he is still a guy who will do whatever it takes to win... It is impossible for you to win this game.”

Marquis Enwei is not familiar with "human nature", nor does he know the inner relationship between Zed and William.

Hence, he couldn't understand why this seemingly pure human being would choose to accept the product of a malignant tumor, and could only get such a 'cheap' answer in the end.

 In fact,

The reason why Zed chose to graft was because of a short sentence William said before the game.

Teacher... If you can win, please do it. ≯

 …

Zed relied on the strength of his body to temporarily control his right arm, and even shared the temporary divinity of the Pope.

However, two voices kept echoing in his brain,

 One from within the skull, brought by the pope’s divinity, a chorus from the empty church,

 Coming from the outside world, the smiling audience that occupied 80% of the seats were obviously very quiet, sitting upright and silent throughout the whole process. But from Zed's perspective now, they were laughing crazily and even making some nasty jokes with each other.

These noises are trying to disturb Zed's state of mind, which corresponds to the malignant tumor invading his brain tissue.

but,

Zed’s gray brain is also covered with muscles, solid as a rock, and cannot be invaded by any tumors.

Just when Zed moved his temporarily supplemented body to kill Marquis Enwei on the opposite side,

The palms of the more than ten blood vessels on the opponent's back simultaneously make a downward gesture.

In a moment, a huge palm suddenly dropped from the hazy blood mist, heading straight for Zed's Heavenly Spirit Cap... A large number of small, squirming blood vessels could be seen in the center of the blood palm, which seemed to form some kind of secret mark.

　　Not just pressing down, but also trying to press some kind of blood plague curse into Zed's body.

Zed did not dodge with his body, but tried to swing out this newly grafted clown arm, which was about three times the size of a regular one.

 palm to palm!

 The moment the two palms collide,

Snapped! The blood from the explosion of the huge blood palm flew in all directions, turning the clown Art's body red, but William, who was sitting beside him, had already taken out his umbrella to protect himself and Catherine.

“Oh, Art~ I only care about myself and Catherine! I guess you want to taste the special taste of this blood plague.”

Matt shrugged, and tumors of all sizes immediately grew all over his body, enveloping the blood and completely absorbing it.

　　Then his face changed slightly, and he quickly eliminated the blood from his body, "This different blood plague is full of a power that curses all things, a power that does not belong to the old world, and is mutually exclusive with the divinity of heaven that I possess.

This guy got the extraterritorial power from nowhere, and he really has something to offer. "

 …

 On the field.

Zed raised his clown arm high, with a surprised look on his face.

I didn't expect the power of the palm just now to be so huge and special. Not only did it scatter the blood palm falling from the sky, it also canceled out all the cursed blood plague contained within.

Zed had never been in contact with outside the realm, and did not know the "divine nature of heaven" contained in the clown's arm. He only felt a high-level power that he had never been exposed to before, and there was even a layer of golden light floating on the surface of his palm.

At this moment, the clown’s voice of murmuring thoughts sounded in Zed’s head,

　　　　How do you feel, Mr. Zed?

My strength is very different...your body is unique, even stronger than that rabbit in some aspects. It only took a moment to control my malignant tumor.

If you can combine a part of me with you, you will definitely be able to reach a higher realm! You can easily kill these guys in front of you, and you may even transcend the constraints of the old world and go to the new world to pursue a higher quality body. 』

But these voices were completely blocked by Zed before they were even halfway through speaking.

Zed continued to drag the huge clown arm towards Marquis Enwei, wanting to end the battle as soon as possible. Once he won, he would pull out the arm with all his spare strength and clean out the malignant tumors in the body.

　　　　

Ankle twisting,

Zed, who seemed to be dragging his arm slowly, came behind Enwei in a blink of an eye and turned his back! Transfer all your strength to your right arm,

Zed also knows very well that the high-level power contained in this arm can cause additional striking effects. As long as it hits completely, the battle may be ended with one palm.

Just when the clown’s huge palm smacked his head,

The Marquis of Enwei actually disintegrated automatically, snap! What he slapped away with his palms was just the blood from the disintegration process.

Voices came from the blood mist from all directions, "Your speed is far less than before, your purity has been greatly reduced, and your "field" no longer exists... Merely relying on such unclean foreign objects to repair injuries will only make you worse." .

　　It’s a guy like you who defeated Gratoni. I’m so disappointed. "

 As soon as the words fell,

Countless swarms of bright red worms gathered and flew out of the blood mist, surrounding Zede. These blood worms were not aggressive but continued to buzz, disturbing Zede's perception.

No matter how Zed waved his clown arm, or even activated the tumors on it to explode in a large area, these blood worms could not be driven away at all.

 Just when Zed's attention was distracted by these swarms of insects,

Dozens of **** arms quietly appeared in the blind spot behind him, hitting Zed's back at lightning speed, and a large number of overlapping **** palm prints appeared on his back...

 Pap, pah, pah!

Zed spewed blood from his mouth, and his whole body was driven into the side wall again.

He climbed out of the wall with his trembling body and knelt down on one knee.

The filthy blood epidemic products are constantly spitting out from the mouth, and the malignant tumors in the body are even unable to be suppressed due to the severe injuries to the body. A large number of tumors are stacked on each other on the back, like a snail carrying heavy objects.

　Today Zed seems to have reached his limit, relying entirely on his consciousness for support.

 Between the blood mist,

 Marquis Enwei appeared again half a meter above the ground.

He once again used his secret technique, condensing several blood swords in the blood mist, and penetrated the body, calves and hands of Zed who was kneeling on the ground, completely immobilizing him.

Especially that weird clown arm, which was pierced by dozens of blood swords, suppressing the divinity and malignant tumors inside.

Marquis Enwei was extremely disappointed and didn't want to say anything more. There was a very high concentration of blood plague energy accumulated on the fingertips of his right hand, which would penetrate the opponent's head and end the game.

However,

 When he was close to Zed, his fingers were raised and placed between the other's eyebrows,

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that there was something wrong with Zed’s expression.

There is no pain, no despair or any unwillingness, but an unusual calmness.

 “Something’s wrong…”

Enwei doesn’t dare to waste any more time, buzz!

 「End of Blood Finger」

 When a ray of red light shot out from his fingertips, Zed suddenly turned his head at the same time and dodged it at zero distance! The **** finger just wiped off a layer of scalp.

"What!"

Enwe instinctively fixed his gaze on the swollen clown arm, believing that Zed would use this arm to launch a counterattack.

 After all, he had used this arm in previous battles.

 “Wait! He has been using this arm when fighting me...”

By the time Enwei realized this, it was already too late.

 All of Zed’s “badness” is just an act,

 Because his state was very bad, even if he could barely regain his integrity by combining it with the clown's arm, he would still be unable to enter the [None] state, let alone deal with a full-state 'Seventh Marquis'.

 If he wants to win this duel and save William, he must use non-frontal means.

He deliberately kept using the clown's arm to attack, just to let Marquis Enwei focus all his attention on it and wait until the opponent showed his real weakness.

 Now, the opportunity has come.

The left arm, which has been hidden and has never been waved once, has long been clenched into a fist, and the whole body has already been fully charged.

 Carrying Zed’s determination to win,

 In a half-kneeling posture, punch out!

　　Boom!

 In the direction of the fist, everything within the fan-shaped range was destroyed, including the side walls, the smiling audience, and the circus tent... The tent was blasted with a five-meter hole leading to the depths of the subspace.

  Unfortunately, the blood mist on the field did not dissipate, it was only partly eliminated by this punch.

Marquis Enwei still had one hand left. What appeared just now was a nearly perfect blood clone that he had condensed. Although he said he looked down on Zed, it was a fact that the opponent defeated Gratoni.

Looking at the power of the punch in front of him, a drop of blood and sweat slid down Enwei's ears and temples.

"If my true form is revealed and this punch hits... I will lose..."

 (End of this chapter)