The Last Gentleman
Chapter 516: Rhythm

"Rabbit Man... What kind of illness is this!"

Even though he was separated from the stage floor by a hundred meters of straight-line distance,

when William watched Rabbit Man dealing with the audience, he actually got so excited that he actively stripped off his gentleman’s clothes.

Exposed on the surface of his physical body were similar muscle spheres, remarkably realistic.

Even Madness Brain attempted to imitate Rabbit Man’s mixed cranium, but unfortunately, due to the distance and multiple layers of human walls, it couldn’t perceive the more precise and detailed structure.

Even merely the more vague observation had greatly piqued William’s interest.

And if just the minions of Mr. Rabbit had such physicality, what kind of spectacle would be under Mr. Rabbit’s headgear himself? The current William couldn’t even begin to imagine effectively.

Catherine started to explain with smug satisfaction, "To my knowledge this is a special communicable mitochondrial encephalomyopathy, a very rare illness exclusive to Mr. Rabbit.

The spread of this illness doesn’t require any pathogen medium; it can be transmitted just by a physical performance.

If you can have a face-to-face muscle dance or even take a fall to let bodies touch directly, the efficiency of transmission will grow exponentially.

However, very few people can withstand this illness.

This also has resulted in Mr. Rabbit managing a group of only twenty people, but each individual has an extraordinary physique and perfectly embraces the mitochondrial encephalomyopathy.

But William, you must not entertain the idea of contracting this illness,

Once infected with mitochondrial encephalomyopathy, to some extent you’ll completely become a physical slave to Mr. Rabbit, and your interests and passions will be entirely influenced by him,

becoming fond of rabbits, liking to go shirtless, and striking various poses for no reason.

There was a guy who joined the circus with me, I quite liked him at first. But later on, he became more and more perverted, always looking for opportunities to flex his muscles in front of me whenever we met.

Since it’s forbidden within the circus to fight over members, Mr. Rabbit didn’t try to infect you with the illness the first time he saw you."

William’s interest heightened upon hearing this, and he fiddled with the floating muscle spheres on his skin as he chatted casually. f

"Catherine, where does Mr. Rabbit really come from? Before he came to the circus, did he belong to some source epidemic area, or some special organization?"

"You finally asked a question I don’t quite understand myself~ Mr. Rabbit’s origins are one of the circus’s secrets, you know!

I’ve heard two rumors, though.

The first rumor says that Mr. Rabbit comes from the ’Corner’ just like Uncle Jian, and they even have certain private connections—it’s even said that Mr. Rabbit is the ’Corner’s’ most undefeated champion in the death arena."

The second rumor has it that Mr. Rabbit is just an ordinary individual who grew up in Neutral City, and since he loved rabbits as a child, he founded a rabbit enthusiasts club as an adult.

But the club wasn’t about selling rabbits or discussing pet rabbit topics.

Rather, participants had to wear rabbit headgear like this and engage in indiscriminate physical exchanges inside.

Back then, Mr. Rabbit was just an ordinary patient, and as the club’s founder, he often lost in battles, with his win-loss record about even.

Because of the club’s unique founding principle and the effectiveness of dark web promotion, its development speed was beyond imagination,

and it even secretly seized the ’actual power’ of the Neutral City where the club was located,

later packaging the city as the club’s façade, spreading club advertisements to nearby cities, even directly distributing human advertisements to attract more enthusiasts.

It wasn’t until the club’s size reached a million people that Mr. Rabbit gathered everyone and completely sealed off Neutral City, also making everyone consume a suppressive drug to curb the illness’s traits,

and the largest life-and-death melee in history officially began.

After a whole year, with no contact allowed, only Mr. Rabbit emerged in the end."

"Didn’t you ever ask Jian about the first rumor?"

"Of course I asked~ But Uncle Jian refused to answer, saying it’s a secret of the circus, known only to him and the boss."

"Interesting..."

"You’re not thinking of actually going to interact with that rabbit after the performance, are you?"

William smiled but didn’t answer, continuing to watch the competition.

Three hours might feel exceedingly long for the participants, but for an observer like William, it passed rather quickly, even leaving him feeling like it wasn’t enough.

When there were just fifteen minutes left, the ’Tie Rabbit’ finally appeared.

The so-called Tie Rabbit was played by Mr. Rabbit; William also sat up straight, eyes wide open, wanting to seriously watch Mr. Rabbit’s final performance.

Since the performance was in its final stage,

many audience members who had not yet escaped the maze made a very wise decision—to team up. Walking together in larger numbers could reduce the feeling of fear and to some extent combat danger.

After all, teaming up wasn’t forbidden by the rules; one simply had to survive until the end of the performance time.

The largest team so far had reached "twelve people," and they had even managed to barely fend off the pursuit of two rabbit men earlier, combining forces to repel and shake off the enemy.

Just as they tried to use the remaining time to find an exit, a very different kind of rabbit man slowly emerged from around the corner,

wearing an unprecedented white headgear,

his physique more akin to an ordinary human’s, much smaller in comparison to the exaggerated physiques of the colorful rabbit men encountered before.

Bare-chested, he sported a distinctive tie,

and beyond that, there was nothing particularly special about him,

but the audience was not foolish; they had the rules etched into their memory and knew that in the last fifteen minutes a special entity known as "Tie Rabbit" would appear.

"Run first! If we can’t get away, then we’ll team up and strike back!"

Just as the squad turned to retreat... Whoosh! Something flashed by them instantaneously, and the Tie Rabbit that had been standing at the corner was now behind them.

"What kind of speed is this!"

Since escape seemed impossible, there was only one thing left to do.

The audience each triggered their deepest levels of illness, and some even chose to burn their pathogens to exert strength many times their normal capabilities. Strange weapons in hand, they united to attack!

At that moment,

Tap~ Tap~ Tap~

Mr. Rabbit suddenly began to rhythmically tap his foot on the ground, creating a strong sense of rhythm!

His glossy chest muscles also began to tremble in sync, and a certain "rhythm" like ripples began to propagate through the space they occupied.

Following that,

Mr. Rabbit stretched out his arms, evenly raising them in time with the rhythm,

this action not being meant for launching an attack,

but as his hands suddenly dropped, a "variation" occurred.

A fiery and passionate dance began in earnest, with all his muscles vibrating along,

muscles pressing and colliding against each other, also coordinating with the stretching and friction of muscle fibers, creating a dynamic tune full of rhythm.

Any weapon that struck Mr. Rabbit’s body, all shattered.

The twelve audience members were no longer able to divert their gaze from Mr. Rabbit,

the powerful and lively tune stimulating every inch of their physique, forcing them to dance along.

Crack!

An audience member with an ordinary physique barely managed a couple of jumps before suffering complete bone fractures, collapsing on the ground to be trampled by those around him.

Even with broken bones, his body still responded to the dance music, continued to bear the physical pressure until he finally turned into a puddle of mud.

When the dance ended,

the physiques of all twelve audience members had completely collapsed, and even though three of them barely maintained their upper bodies, they were still trembling with fear.

Mr. Rabbit shook his head in disappointment,

then pulled a tissue labeled with a ’rabbit head’ from his belt, wiped the sweat from his tie, and then took up a standard starting pose as if in a sprint race.

The moment he started, he broke the sound barrier instantly, moving to the nearest audience member to perform a fervent dance.

As long as anyone was within the maze, Mr. Rabbit’s physical sensing could achieve global positioning, making escape impossible.

However, what Mr. Rabbit was unaware of,

was that underneath the stage, in the "backstage" area, a physical enthusiast was dancing to his rhythm without experiencing any physical decline.