The power behind Zede's punch was even more terrifying than when he had fought Graton earlier.
Taking advantage of his special constitution for enduring pain, he had deliberately taken damage while accumulating inner power, placing all his bets on his left fist. Then, when his opponent let down his guard, he had defeated him with a single move.
Unfortunately,
Zede's condition was still too poor. He couldn't hold on for long, nor could he lay down enough groundwork or create sufficient misdirection. His opponent was no fool, either. Marquis Enwei had remained vigilant at all times and had still vaguely sensed that something was wrong.
The blood clone created to perfection was annihilated by a single punch.
Watching this scene, Enwei's soul trembled faintly. He immediately reined in his mistaken judgment of Zede and his disrespectful attitude.
He bit down on the tip of his thumb, activating the incomparably precious essence blood within his body.
≮Ah! Suffering one in pain! As the merciful judge, I shall bring down upon you the final punishment of your tenth day, ending your life and putting an end to your suffering.≯
"Ferrazo's Blood Plague Forbidden Art—Ninety-Two, Ten-Day Sin Punishment."
When Enwei finished chanting, his entire appearance suddenly seemed to age by a full twenty years. Every strand of the already sparse hair on his head fell out.
All the Blood Mist on the field gathered toward Zede. Having just thrown that punch, he was in a weakened state and had no strength to resist.
The Blood Mist ultimately condensed into a scarlet shackle that completely bound Zede. Then, a ring-shaped magic array appeared above the circus, from which one cone-shaped Sin Monument after another descended, each covered in blood-red writing.
Every one of them held a special meaning, and every one could inflict the