Tsk...
Marquis Enwei couldn't help clicking his tongue at the sight.
At first, he had actually admired this human named Zede. Facing Graton and two of the Seven Marquis, he had shown no fear at all. He had even displayed such a pure physique.
He had thought this man was exceptionally pure.
Who would have thought that, for the sake of victory, he would accept something so malicious and filthy that it might even cause his body to become completely corrupted?
"In the end, you're still the kind of bastard who'll do anything to win... I can't possibly let you win this match."
Marquis Enwei did not understand Human Nature, nor did he know about the relationship between Zede and William.
Therefore, he could not understand why such an apparently pure human would choose to accept the product of a Malignant Tumor. In the end, he could only arrive at such a "lowly" answer.
In truth,
the reason Zede had chosen to graft it on was because of something William had said before the match—a short sentence.
≮Teacher... If you can win, then please, you have to win.≯
Relying on the strength of his physique, Zede temporarily controlled his right arm and had even been granted temporary Heavenly Divinity.
However, two voices constantly echoed inside his mind.
One came from within his skull: the choir of an empty church brought by the Heavenly Divinity.
The other came from outside. The smiling spectators occupying eighty percent of the seats were clearly quiet, sitting upright and saying nothing throughout the entire match. Yet to Zede, they were laughing madly, even making vile jokes among themselves.
These noises tried to disrupt Zede's state of mind, corresponding to the Malignant Tumor invading his Brain Tissue.
However,
Zede's gray brain was also covered in