The Marquis reached up and touched the cheek that had been struck by the punch. A sharp tingling ran through his fingertips.
"This death... isn't merely 'Death Plague.' There's something else mixed in. What's more, your body not only remained unaffected by the Pulse Tower within the city—you can even perform Death Collection.
"And your close-range attack just now didn't rely solely on speed. You also performed an instantaneous spatial jump, which was why I couldn't react in time and took that punch head-on.
"I've never seen such a multifaceted individual as you.
"Interesting."
Marquis Gluttony held his right palm about five centimeters from his face... Click! His teeth snapped shut in a light bite.
Some kind of long-distance devouring effect activated.
The black fist mark imprinted on his face, along with the flesh around it, vanished instantly. The death wound disappeared as well.
The missing section of his cheek was immediately smoothed over by blood, leaving it as good as new.
Spatial Devouring? William vaguely saw through it.
Marquis Gluttony twisted his thick neck. "No wonder you earned the favor of the First Abyss at such a young age and became the Circus Chief. From now on, I'll take you seriously."
The Marquis, who had always appeared somewhat relaxed, suddenly lowered his body. His oversized seventy-yard leather shoes dug dents into the ground as he leaned forward onto his toes.
"He's coming!" William widened his eyes and prepared for battle.
Smack!
The Marquis stepped forward. When his thick leather shoe came down, it once again sent ripples across the solid ground.
His massive body was no burden at all. He moved incredibly fast, and the pressure bearing down from the front was astonishing.
It wasn't merely psychological pressure. Even reality itself was filled with an intense wind force. William's