At Ater's sudden exit,
the Bloodkin sitting opposite him were all seething with rage. His obviously terrible acting was clearly a provocation, as if he were saying that even without Ater taking the field, the human before them could deal with two Marquises.
The Emperor glared fiercely at Ater with his Twin Eyes, staring at this man who treated the duel like child's play and showed no respect for the Bloodkin.
If not for the Soul Contract signed before the match, the Emperor would have directly hacked this disgusting clown to death.
However, the two people on the field did not show much emotional change.
Gluttony. Graton's target had always been Zede. Whatever the clown's ridiculous exit meant, it had nothing to do with him. He only wanted to fight Zede at full strength and bring a perfect conclusion to the battle that had failed to end properly last time.
Envy. Marquis Enwei, on the other hand, breathed a sigh of relief. He had more or less seen through the clown's nature.
The structure of the "Human Body Ladder" designed within that man's body was beyond imagination. Killing someone comparable to a High Table Knight—and the sole wielder of the Malignant Tumor—would require paying too great a price.
His deliberately leaving the field instead made things much easier for him. After all, he did not want to exhaust everything over a performance-like wager. Enwei's target was the approaching New World.
However,
the man currently tearing apart the Blood Coffin before him still made him frown slightly.
I began carving the Blood Coffin in the Mind Blood Domain while watching the battle. After completing the chant and casting it, it should have been enough to imprison an existence below the level of a King for forty-five minutes.
*Yet he actually broke