I'm not just human!

boom!

As the painting was removed, the clown's body exploded once again.

On the balcony guarding the castle, the painter was already out of breath, but it was clear that He could launch at least three more such attacks.

But then, unexpectedly,

In the void, a third new Joker of Laughter appeared.

But He simply stood there quietly, looking up at the painter in the air, without speaking or surrendering, his expression remaining as calm as ever.

"Are you really that desperate to get the Golden Beacon Scroll? Aren't you afraid of dying?"

Even the painter was somewhat surprised.

"I'll give you a chance. Surrender now and I won't kill you. After all, this is your last clone, which is equivalent to your main body."

The painter began to count down in a very ceremonial manner.

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

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Without any movement, the clown simply looked up at the painter, whose face, covered in paint, remained as calm as a still lake, devoid of any emotion or ripple.

"Fine, since that's the case, then I'll grant your wish to remain obstinate."

The painter sighed softly, shook his head, and spoke in an aria-like tone, seemingly filled with regret.

He was surprised that the clown who was laughing had not spoken a word from beginning to end, and even when he was about to fail and die, he did not answer him with a single word.

But it didn't matter. The painter knew he was about to win, enter the semi-finals, overcome the last two challenges, and then obtain the golden road sign scroll that he had been longing for!

Suddenly, an enormous shadow once again enveloped the guardian castle where the painter stood.

That was the gigantic clown head, ten thousand meters long, summoned by the Laughing Clown, grinning and opening its massive mouth, ready to devour the guardian castle along with the painter.

The painter instinctively wanted to activate the oil paintings guarding the castle, to bring them to "life" and destroy the enormous clown's head.

But by some strange twist of fate, He once again summoned the Kingdom Legion cavalry, armed with candy lances and riding paper-cut warhorses, who used a cross-shaped tactic to slice open the clown's head, which was ten thousand meters long.

boom!

"Hehehe, hahaha! Hehehe, hahaha! Hehehe, hahaha!"

The giant clown's head exploded, leaving a chilling laugh in the air.

The painter, no longer paying attention, casually held up his easel, picked up his brush, and once again aimed at the laughing clown on the metal arena below, beginning to paint.

The clown's surroundings were transformed once again into a vibrant oil painting.

Cavalry, elves, clouds... first appearing frozen in the painting, then as the painting changes, the clown with the laughter is already lying in the painting, his body riddled with arrows, his body blown to pieces, and his candy-like arms broken off.

The painting "Death of the Clown" has appeared three times in this way.

The painting gradually came to life, and the cavalry and elves vanished.

boom!

The clown's body exploded.

On the balcony guarding the castle, the painter breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, he felt something was off.

He didn't understand why the clown who was amazed didn't resist.

I don't understand why the Clown of Surprise and Laughter still came out of the void when there was only one clone left, which is equivalent to only the original body. It's like he's courting death.

"As expected of one of the twelve clowns of the Church of Paradox, he is just like the other clowns, acting extremely strangely."

"Could it be that, for the Clown of Laughter, the task given to Him by the Church of Paradox was to obtain the Golden Beacon Scroll, and since He couldn't get it, He would rather die than accept the Church's punishment?"

"Then, captivated by my 'anti-realism' and 'fairytale world,' and enthralled by my superb painting skills, they would rather die in this tragic and dramatic way, at my hands, on the stage, in front of the audience drawn from the entire universe?"

The painter shook his head and sighed inwardly.

Putting everything else aside, this clown who makes people laugh is truly a man of character.

If they hadn't met at the Super Fighting Grand Prix, He would have loved to be friends with the Joker.

Unfortunately, he gave the Clown of Laughter a chance to surrender and admit defeat, a chance to live, but the Clown refused.

"Never mind, I'll paint a commemorative portrait of Him after this Super Fighting Grand Prix is ​​over..."

The painter was thinking this, just as he was about to deactivate the protective castle, return to the arena, and receive the announcement of his momentous victory from the commentator.

He had once learned about the divine battle technique of "non-existence of the original body" by chance in a mysterious ancient book, and understood that as an angel, the Clown of Terror could at most transform his original body into three clones.

Therefore, having already killed the Laughing Clown three times, the painter had nothing left to fear.

He planned to take advantage of the opportunity before the others went up to the arena to rest and recover the superhuman power that was only about two-fifths left in his body.

But at that moment, the painter's pupils suddenly contracted, his whole body trembled, and he looked down at the metal arena in disbelief.

On the metal arena... in the previously empty air... a new, clown of laughter... stepped out once again!

"what's the situation?"

"This is impossible!"

The painter suddenly smeared something on his eyes, and a strange paint appeared, seeping into his eyes.

He looked again, dispelling illusions and hallucinations, and gazed at the metal arena.

The clown who makes people laugh is still around.

The clown, his face painted with oil and sporting a red nose, still maintained his calm and composed expression, still gripping the eerie green dagger, and looked up at the painter.

But this time, the painter felt from the bottom of his heart that there seemed to be an unfathomable abyss hidden in His calm eyes.

A colossal black shadow once again enveloped the entire guardian castle.

It was the head of a clown, ten thousand meters long, with a strange, eerie laugh, opening its enormous mouth to devour the guardian castle, along with the painter.

Without a second thought, the painter immediately summoned two squads of toy cavalry from the kingdom's legions—the fastest response among all his secret abilities.

After all, if the castle were to be breached and the Laughing Clown were to engage in close combat, the painter himself would also be in trouble and wouldn't be able to activate [Anti-Reality] so smoothly.

In any case, let's defeat the Laughing Clown first!

call out!call out!

Two toy-like squads of royal cavalry charged in a cross formation once again, slicing open the enormous clown's head.

boom!

The enormous clown's head exploded, leaving only a chilling laugh echoing in the air.

"Hehehe, hahaha! Hehehe, hahaha! Hehehe, hahaha!"

The painter had no time to spare and only wanted to finish the job quickly. He immediately held the easel in his left hand and moved the paintbrush swiftly in his right hand, aiming it at the laughing clown on the metal ring.

The colors around the clown, who had been laughing in surprise, became vibrant again. A giant oil painting appeared, encompassing the clown, followed by cavalry, elves, clouds...

Almost instantly, the "world-famous painting" *The Death of the Clown* reappeared.

The oil painting gradually came to life, and with a "bang," the clown who had already been defeated and killed on the ground exploded once again, his body riddled with wounds.

But then, the void suddenly twisted, and a new clown with a startled laugh stepped out.

Fifth place.

"No, no! This is impossible! This is absolutely impossible! Even a ruler can only create five clones by [non-existing main body]! You can't possibly do that!"

The painter roared, this time seemingly losing his mind, and was about to unleash the "anti-realistic" oil painting.

However, an enormous black shadow once again enveloped Him and the castle.

It was that gigantic clown head again, its massive mouth agape with a sinister smile, ready to devour everything.

The painter summoned the kingdom's legions once more, and they charged through the enormous clown's head in a cross formation.

"Hehehe, hahaha! Hehehe, hahaha! Hehehe, hahaha!"

The eerie laughter of the clown echoed in the air once more.

Without hesitation, the painter immediately used "Anti-Reality" and "Fairy Tale World" to kill the Laughing Clown for the fifth time.

But as the oil painting came back to life, the clown who was lying dead on the ground exploded with a "bang" once again.

The void twisted, and a sixth, new Laughing Clown calmly stepped out.

The painter nearly went mad, but just then, the gigantic clown head, thousands of meters long, reappeared in the air, its enormous mouth opening as it was about to devour the castle.

boom!

As the enormous clown's head was cleaved open by the cavalry's cross-shaped charge, the eerie clown's laugh reappeared in the air.

"Hehehe, hahaha! Hehehe, hahaha! Hehehe, hahaha!"

……

……

"Hehehe, hahaha! Hehehe, hahaha! Hehehe, hahaha!"

The laughter was like a drill, trying to penetrate the painter's ears.

……

At this moment.

Inside the golden barrier, on the metal arena.

The clown, holding the eerie green dagger in both hands, calmly looked up at the painter guarding the castle balcony.

The painter seemed to have gone mad, or perhaps he was trapped in some kind of terrifying "loop," constantly talking to the air and waving his paintbrush.

The painter's every action seemed to have become "fixed," merely a repetitive "cycle."

The painter first looked down at a certain point in the void, where there was clearly nothing, yet he cried out in terror and madness, "Impossible!"

Then, the toy soldiers of the Kingdom's army were summoned by Him and launched a cross-shaped attack on the empty space behind the castle.