CHAPTER 825: 823: LOW PERFORMANCE

"Oh! It startled me, such a massive blood coffin! How did it appear?"

Art was really frightened and jumped up, but his leap landed him right beside the blood coffin. Gluttony Gratoni thought the other party intended to destroy the blood coffin and immediately opened its mouth to bite!

The Marquis Enwei, who was parasitic on its back, needed to rest a bit after using the restricted blood plague secret technique earlier before he could move again.

Crack! One could clearly hear the sound of space being gnawed away,

even some collapsed and shattered spaces directly spurted blood from the inside. Startled, Art quickly leaped sideways away from the blood coffin, but still had one arm swallowed.

However,

the arm that was swallowed in Gratoni’s mouth, though it didn’t taste too off, had probably the bursting flavor of a cancer patient.

But, following the instinct of a swallower, Gratoni immediately spit out the arm after just two chews.

The arm that landed on the ground began to grow wildly, splitting into at least twenty segments, each segment differentiating into human forms.

Leading the way was a grotesquely ugly tumor patient, who was constantly oozing pus,

flanked by various patients reaching Open Source or even Silver Circle levels,

they were linked head to tail in a ’human centipede’ form, rapidly crawling back to Art’s missing arm location, returning it to its original state, and the restored right arm immediately gave Gratoni a thumbs up.

"How decisive!

If you had swallowed my arm into your ’swallowing belly’, the ’people’ constituting my arm would fall into despair due to my absence, disrupting your internal structure and causing havoc. If you accidentally break your blood people’s prison later, it would be troublesome."

Who would have thought,

just after Art finished speaking, an unsettling aura arrived.

Suddenly, blood of unknown origin poured onto Gluttony Gratoni from the air, covering his body with geometrically patterned blood and flesh threads, while all the facial features disappeared, leaving only a mouth.

Crack!

Another bite!

It wasn’t to swallow Art, but to eat up all the space between them, instantly closing the distance.

Art was stunned by this move, reminding him of an old acquaintance’s tactic, "Oh! Eliminating space to shorten distance, this move is just like Jian’s ’Ground Card’!" ṙÄŊɵᛒʧ

Just as Art was all smiles, indifferent to the threat before him,

[Blood Armor] activated,

Gratoni’s body opened up hundreds of mouths of various sizes, aiming at different spots on Art’s body, biting down simultaneously.

Swoosh!

The body was instantly torn into different size chunks, landing in corresponding mouths,

yet, Gratoni didn’t swallow, only chewing these pieces, with his proud teeth grinding the chunks before fiercely spitting them into the air.

"Enwei, leave it to you!"

"Alright."

Having recovered, Enwei used a staff to draw a bizarre blood plague array in the air, chanting:

My body soaked in corrupt blood, ancient flies dance a mournful waltz in the blood, buzzing constantly, proclaiming the arrival of the ultimate Corruption Blood God

"Feraz’s Blood Plague Forbidden Technique No. 83, Corruption Blood Curse"

From the drawn aerial array, a gigantic skull covered in flies emerged,

the skull’s mouth opened wide, and inside, tiny skulls made entirely of flies began to wildly spurt blood,

spewing out an extremely filthy corrupt blood,

the chewed "clown meat chunks" withered instantly upon contact, not leaving even a trace behind.

Even William in the stands frowned,

"Hmm! This is death... no, it’s life deprivation brought by reversed blood, achieved by coordinating with necrotic creatures.

What an eerie secret technique~ truly worthy of the Seven Marquis."

Art’s physical body on the field was completely wiped clean,

but the next second,

a divine hymn began to play in the circus, as if revealing two Holy Maidens wrapped in silk, holding a vase-like Golden Holy Relic, descending from the sky.

Then they tilted the relic, pouring out its contents.

A repulsive, pus-oozing lump of pulsing rotten flesh.

Splat~

The flesh rapidly expanded upon landing, quickly transforming into Art’s original form, seemingly wearing a crown and cloaked in ecclesiastical robes at first glance,

then a second look showed the Pope’s Divinity dissipation, reverting to his usual appearance.

"Phew! Almost got killed by your combined skill, good thing I had a backup plan."

Though Art spoke casually, he was actually slightly wounded, his malicious gaze fixed on Marquis Enwei parasitic on Gratoni’s back and connected by numerous blood vessels.

And the other side had also figured out Art’s ability.

"The proliferating trait of malignant tumors has already spread into this clown’s soul, even eradicating his flesh only counts as killing his ’internal people.’

Our combined means were effective, but it would take at least a hundred more to completely kill him,

the number of absorbed people inside him could be tens of thousands, or more... killing him demands a significant price. I plan to use a higher rank forbidden technique, Gratoni, do your best to buy me time."

"Understood."

At this moment, screaming was heard.

Art’s facial features suddenly scrunched up together, showing an immensely painful expression as he clutched his stomach, rolling on the ground, and even noticeably had bulges and liquid oozing from his abdomen like he was about to give birth.

But upon closer inspection, multiple spots on his body had bulges, seemingly about to lose control over the evil tumors inside.

"Can’t fight, can’t fight! It’s your fault, all these things kept me busy lately, now a high-intensity duel... that recent hit made my cancer cells go out of control! I’m quitting, I need treatment."

Art’s actions made the Marquis opposite stare at each other, yet another voice came from the side:

"Art, are you going to flee on the field?"

Hearing the voice, Art noticeably slowed his rolling pace, turning his head to look over.

Boom!

With a trembling throughout the circus, the blood coffin Enwei Marquis spent ten years of essence blood to create was unexpectedly smashed open with a creak, a corpse without eyes facing Art through the crack.

"Ah~ I’m having a tummy ache! After all, I absorbed so many people, both men and women~ everyone has those days a month when they don’t feel well.

In the Old World, everyone knows malignant tumors are hard to control. Since Mr. Zede, you broke free on your own, I can’t really step out completely, I’ll leave this to you!"

Saying that,

Art forcibly pulled off a complete arm of his own and tossed it over, then painfully rolled back to the audience seats while holding his stomach.

William crossed his arms, looking at the flamboyantly acting and voluntarily exiting Art without any anger, instead with a smiling face he asked.

"Art? Was it intentional to lose?"

Who knew, Art neither played dumb nor denied it, "Of course it was intentional to concede! I knew how strong Mr. Zede was just by shaking hands with him earlier, if we teamed up strongly against them, they’d be skinned alive?

This way it’d be a direct win of [2:0] for the bet, which doesn’t quite align with our plan.

According to the plan, we should use the circus performance to buy more time for our ’child’ to move around, enough to contact the hidden ’qualification’, right?

So, since we happened to win the first round~ this match we must lose to maximize the length of the game and buy time.

Additionally~ even if Zede and I teamed up, defeating these two blood people would take a lot of effort and we might get seriously injured.

Although I believe in you William, just in case... mind you, I’m saying just in case! If a fully-stamina you stabs me in the back, that wouldn’t be good. So I must ensure my state, besides, there’s a good chance the monastery folks will come for me after the performance.

But~ I’m not completely stepping out!

If Mr. Zede is willing to accept me, that arm might lend a helping hand, maybe even secure a win!"

Listening to these words, William continued smiling, "Can’t even fully trust a ’confidant’ like me? Ah, truly sad, but I understand.

Art, have a good rest, watch the teacher’s performance."