The Final Gamble

"Your right hand? That'll affect your balance."

Still, Mr. Yi's reaction just now was quite decisive. He immediately began cutting away the excess parts that had grown from his body. Unfortunately, even that wasn't enough.

No matter how decisive and swift you are, my proliferation will interrupt your state of relaxation. Do you have any other tricks?

If not, I'll begin directly."

Art looked delighted, clearly enjoying the process. He was also relieved that Yi Chen's vital parts hadn't been burned away, allowing him to remain excited and keep playing with a sense of amusement.

Yi Chen raised his hand, signaling Art to wait. It seemed he still had another method.

At that moment, Parasite Nash, who had separated himself in advance, remained unaffected. He quickly crawled back and propped up Yi Chen's body.

Nash realized how serious the situation was. He clenched his teeth, seemingly preparing to make a special decision.

"Second Boss, if this continues, we'll both die here... I actually knew from the start that we had almost no chance of winning against someone like Art. But Second Boss, your performance completely exceeded my expectations.

"I even came up with the thought that we could win several times—the thought that we could trample this disgusting clown beneath our feet.

"This performance was painstakingly prepared by Boss William and me. It's the theater's first public performance since its establishment. Whether the show goes smoothly will determine the theater's future standing in the circus.

"We absolutely can't let the performance end early because of me. I have to hold on.

"Second Boss, I have an idea."

"What..."

"Let's fuse more deeply and present a form even more perfect than this one... When I was Wirewalking earlier, the ancient memories of my parasitic nature seemed to awaken. I feel that