Burning

The scene before the audience made them stop spamming "Yi" in the Bullet Comments,

The exaggerated physique displayed by Yate, along with this entirely new form, made most of the audience tremble. William, the director, was even more tense, the abyss in his abdomen spinning at high speed.

"Is this Yate's true form? This body has made even my abyss issue constant warnings."

The tumor servant sent by the Cancer Palace—Cancer-Faced. Kamisky widened his eyes, trying to record every detail of Yate's form.

He had never seen wings like these. The twelve arms growing from the ring seemed extremely special, seemingly representing Yate's Malignant Tumor.

"Incredible! A Malignant Tumor patient can actually molt into wings! When Yate was exiled, he clearly didn't have this form. Did he construct these wings himself later?

The gap is too great.

The previous wirewalking competition tested skill, but this ring-of-fire game is a far purer clash of strength. This strange parasitic human is going to suffer. Yate's strength is already equivalent to a High Table Knight! This is ridiculous!"

It was a completely unequal match.

Yate's physique was several times larger than Yi Chen's, practically the difference between a boss and a player character in a game.

Even the spectators outside the arena could feel immense pressure radiating from Yate.

Yet because of Yi Chen's performance in Wirewalking, everyone still had high hopes for him.

The restricted area and the clown's current enormous form reminded Yi Chen of the most common competitive sport in an island country on the edge of his former world—sumo wrestling.

This time, Yi Chen watched the ring-shaped wings behind Yate and took the initiative to ask about the rules,

"Can I use any weapon I want?"

Yate slowly lowered his body, his huge hands braced against his knees