The Gentleman at the End
Chapter 410 - Chapter 410 Chapter 409 Conflict

Chapter 410: Chapter 409: Conflict Chapter 410: Chapter 409: Conflict The three Venerable Tumor Knights present at the venue actually liked such an underground area rather than disapproving of it.

They all hailed from humble beginnings, supported each other, and climbed step by step to their current positions.

During their climb, they had all used such underground open competitions as stepping stones to win money, honor, and attention. Without the championships granted by the Duel Arena, they would probably have had to take many more detours.

One of them had even won the championship five times in a row, had become good friends with the owner of the place, and even now, they would occasionally meet to appreciate some “good stuff” together.

A while ago, during a dinner, the owner, on a whim, issued a duel challenge. Memories of old flooding back, and since he couldn’t participate himself, he informed the “New Soldier Camp,” immediately getting a large response.

To ensure that the knight order would not lose face in such an underground competition,

they painstakingly selected from among the responding new recruits, choosing the two who were most suited for teaming up and were very capable.

Marseillino, Split and Chew – ranked NO.9 directly under the Honored Tumor Knight Order’s New Soldier Camp

Figray, Blood Mantis – ranked NO.6 directly under the Honored Tumor Knight Order’s New Soldier Camp

Their level had far surpassed that of this underground competition, even the expensive slaves borrowed by the nobles, or some former champions disguised as slaves, could not compare.

However, the Honored Tumor Knight who brought them had also advised beforehand to go easy during the competition, if possible, to prolong the duel time and add a certain performative nature.

But tonight’s competition was different.

The situation at the Duel Arena had surpassed their expectations; in less than a few minutes, out of the original 64 contestants only 4 remained.

Of those, only six were killed by the apprentice knights, while four died by killing each other.

The remaining fifty were all “eliminated” involuntarily, and even the manner of elimination was rather aesthetically pleasing.

One of the Honored Tumor Knights commented, “Who are those two, especially the oddly dressed youth? He seems to possess ‘Foreknowledge,’ able to dodge all attacks aimed at him in advance and use those gaps to deliver near perfect counterattacks.”

Moreover, his purpose is very clear; all his counterattacks involve ‘throwing,’ utilizing the hungry predatory state of his opponents, making use of their speed and weight to easily throw them out.”

He does it with ease… and he has no desire to eat at all, seeming completely unaffected by hunger.”

Another bald knight shook his head, “No~ I don’t think it’s ‘Foreknowledge,’ it must be an extreme control over his physical body, as if every movement of his body is controlled by a separate brain, precise, perfect, and without any unnecessary expenditure, also making it seem as though he can manipulate the flow of power in his opponents.

Overall, he reminds me of water.”

Call the person in charge over and ask about these two’s background.”

Soon, a plump and round-skinned owner with demonic horns on his forehead personally arrived.

“They are ‘slaves’ brought by Lady Oreina.”

Oreina, is it her? No wonder it’s so tricky, and these two don’t look like slaves at all, do they?”

The owner didn’t hide any details, directly providing information, “I’ve already had someone check it out, they indeed are not slaves. But even I couldn’t gather complete intelligence.

I only found out about the woman wearing the mask; she should be a disciple of Lady Oreina, named Jin Almeda.

She was one of the people awarded the Swelling Record in the last session and did not hail from the Cancer Palace but came from the infected external world.”

“An outsider bestowed with the Plague Book; I seem to remember hearing before that the Lord had even attended personally… And the young man?”

“That’s less clear, I’ve used all my contacts to check, but only found out that this person just arrived at the Cancer Palace today and easily went through the initiation and was specifically picked by Lady Oreina.

We speculate that this young man and Miss Jin probably come from the same organization in the external world.

Also, according to the initiation device’s checks, both of their Epidemic values are still at ‘Third Rank,’ not yet reaching the final stage.”

“So, humans from outside, just at Open Source third rank can do this much… Really interesting, let’s take a serious look at these outsiders, see what their true capabilities are?

It’s impossible for them to throw Marseillino and Figray out of the arena; to win, they must defeat them head-on.”

The Honored Tumor Knights, who had come to watch the game with a nostalgic attitude, all became serious too, no longer sitting on the sofa, but all stood up, standing upright at the box window, intently watching the duel that was about to unfold.

…

On the field,

Marseillino, holding onto the tail of the electric saw, was quite surprised. Although he had recognized the uniqueness of the two individuals earlier, he had not anticipated the situation would evolve into this,

“Hey! You two, are you using all this energy to clear the stage just so that we can’t get enough to eat?”

“Exactly, we are here to disrupt your feeding,” Yi Chen, after pulling out a briefcase, replied while slapping the dust off it.

Marseillino, who controlled the living electric saw, continued to question, “Have you ever considered, if you teamed up with this group to attack us together, the chances of winning would be greater?”

“No… such disorganized attacks are meaningless.

Not to mention these people can’t escape the troubles of hunger, their strength is greatly reduced. Rather than calling it an attack, it’s more like they’re tripping over themselves to be your fodder.

Considering everything, it’s better to clean up,

and in the process of cleaning up, we also gained something. My friend took the opportunity to carry out a superficial predation. That’s enough to fill up her stomach, so now we can have a fair 2V2 duel.”

Jin, smiling contentedly on the side, had during the process of clearing fifty contestants with explosions, successfully harvested a small tender part from their backs. The heat from the explosion just roasted the slices of flesh,

similar to eating fifty servings of roasted tenderloin from different wild boars, now completely satiating her hunger.

Following closely,

Jin’s aura changed instantaneously. As an executioner from Cesimani, her killing intent surged along with the splitting on her back, as six tumor whiskers grew and swayed in the air.

This scene not only stunned the apprentice knights watching but also caused the three observing knights to pause for a moment.

“Feather Transformation? No… the maximum limit of this match wouldn’t go beyond ‘Open Source.’ This must be a mutant control targeting the back tumors, likely using knowledge granted by the ‘Swelling Record.’

A hidden back tumor, huh? Nice.”

Feeling the tumor whiskers on Jin’s back, a big jagged mouth tore open in Marseillino’s back tumor as well, seemingly eager to compete with her.

“Both of these individuals are quite impressive~ who should I choose?”

While he hesitated, Figray, the Blood Mantis with four scythes on his back, approached from behind,

passing by him, he whispered, “Let’s stick to the plan we discussed earlier. You’ll handle that young man, and I’ll deal with this woman…”

“Sure, who’s calling the shots since you’re ranked above me, right?”

Marseillino’s gaze then firmly locked onto Yi Chen. Cancer cells began to rapidly divide between his toes, compressing the flesh to a certain limit.

Stepping forward… Boom! The ground cratered under the deep imprints of his feet.

Charging forward at a 45-degree angle, the electric saw aligned with his arms along the seam of his trousers, just about to enter the attack range,

when the youth locked in his sight unexpectedly pulled out something from the briefcase, an item he had never seen before.

Grayish-black in color, rigid with a strong sense of contour, the elongated part’s port had a dark hollow that seemed capable of shooting something,

Marseillino had never seen such a thing, but his instincts screamed of immense danger, promptly raising the electric saw in defense.

Bang!

Followed by the sound of a gunshot.

Marseillino’s forward charge instantly turned into a retreat, the ground scratching out several meters before he could finally stop.

Clank! A particularly heavy metal bullet slid to the ground.

The saw blade used to block the bullet was branded with a dent and even showed slight cracks.

“What is this! Such immense power…”

What Marseillino failed to notice was that the bullet that fell to the ground had a small eye on its surface, watching him.