Technology

As Catherine fell into the loving embrace of Lust,

the black-and-white flower seat carrying the two of them completely closed off, cutting them off from the outside world. Then seawater appeared beneath the flower, causing the entire seat to slowly sink into it and temporarily disappear from the scene.

Thus, the original 2v2 situation directly became 1v1.

Only Regan and the earliest Blood Prisoner, Count Baal Montoya, remained on the field.

Yet Regan still wore his usual expression. A faint smile squeezed through his fleshy face, as if any problem could be solved with ease. But now, both in appearance and aura, Regan was completely suppressed by his opponent.

Just then,

Count Baal began to move forward. Perhaps he had not moved for a long time, or perhaps the armor and giant blade were simply too heavy.

Every step was slow, leaving deep footprints in the ground.

Moreover, as his steps increased, so did his killing intent! Strands of blood slowly spilling from the corners of his mouth could be seen winding around the surface of the giant blade, as though they intended to slaughter everything before them.

In the audience stands,

Marquis Enwei, the best at sensing and observing, furrowed his brows. "This guy has gotten quite a bit stronger again... Graton, have you been sparring with him lately? Or what?"

The Gluttony, Graton, whose body fat had already evaporated by more than half, rested both hands on the armrests and leaned back. "Whenever I have nothing to do, I play around with him. We've sparred ten times.

"But considering the armor, I didn't use my devouring ability. I was simply comparing strength with him.

"This guy isn't much weaker than me. Of course, because of the armor's restraints, he can't display his true strength either. Otherwise, I estimate