Wall District.
Marquis Gluttony's clothes had been completely torn apart after numerous clashes, exposing a body covered in mouths. Any incoming attack could be blocked by those mouths.
Even so, quite a few black cuts and bullet holes remained on his body. Some were deep and some shallow, but all of them emitted black deathly aura.
The mouths around the wounds kept sticking out their tongues to lick them, doing their best to remove the black fluid from the wounds and complete the repairs.
However, the Marquis's attention was not on himself at all,
He was constantly observing his surroundings, his eyeballs moving at super-high speeds at all times as they tracked that bizarre, unsettling black shadow that could never be killed no matter what.
The two had already clashed more than fifty times,
The Marquis had killed his opponent at least thirty times, yet the so-called "killing" had no effect whatsoever. In fact, it even felt as though the guy calling himself "Yi" became more excited with every death, and his speed continued to increase.
While Marquis Gluttony and Yi Chen were fighting,
William, who had withdrawn early, was sitting in the Memory Palace's library, reading some books that helped him relax. He seemed completely unconcerned with what was happening outside, quietly waiting for a certain moment.
Or rather, the true deciding stage had yet to arrive. Even if "Yi Chen" took over the body and came out on his own, he still could not defeat this ancient Silver Circle Diseased.
William's only hope was that Yi Chen outside could hold on for a little longer and cause Marquis Gluttony as much trouble as possible.
Reality
Yi Chen clung tightly to the Marquis like a cockroach, giving his opponent no chance to catch his breath—and not giving himself any