Blood Boil

The Circus Beneath the Abyss.

Regan's displayed strength was beyond imagination. Even Yate stood up and pulled a kaleidoscope-like telescope from his pocket to carefully observe the situation in the arena.

However, Yate wasn't interested in the charred corpse, nor in the mysterious woman who had grown from behind Regan. He was interested in Regan himself.

At the spot where the giant blade had struck Regan's abdomen, his clothing had been torn open, exposing flesh that shimmered with a flawless metallic luster.

"What kind of body is that...? He was actually fine after taking a blow like that? William, what's the story with your friend? In the entire Old World, it seems only the monks can link flesh and metal together. But a monk's body wouldn't be this smooth, and their metal manifestation would only be Chain Structure, not this."

William was also watching with great interest, but Yate's repeated interruptions were starting to irritate him. "Yate, why are you so talkative today? Once Regan finishes the match and comes back, can't you ask him yourself...?"

"Ah~ That's exactly the problem! Your friend might not come back, which is why I'm asking you.

"Now that this has happened, that Baal fellow is completely unrestrained~ What comes next might be a massacre."

William stopped responding and focused on the situation in the arena. Just as Yate had said, he too could sense wave after wave of danger.

Regan's perspective.

He looked at the charred Blood Prisoner below. Although the blood representing life within its body had been completely evaporated by the electric current, the Blood Prisoner, which should have died then and there, was releasing powerful emotions from its charred form.

Anger.

Perhaps because its skull had been pierced and its entire body electrocuted, or because the needle-covered armor imprisoning