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Law slowly opened his eyes and looked down at his hands, his eyes flickering slightly.
Twelve days of ditation and Ren had reduced the eighty-four-day to only about sixteen days. According to the current progress, Law will successfully unseal his strength in about three days.
As his mind moved slightly, a faint glow of Aura suddenly appeared on his palm, forming a weak white light covering his hand.
"I can barely use Ren now, but it's very uncomfortable to use, as if sothing is blocking it."
Law dispelled the Aura from his palm and sighed softly. Engaging in twenty hours of silent, monotonous training every day was nothing short of mind-numbing.
Constantly attempting to use Ren without receiving a response from his Aura was like tossing a pebble into a lake without seeing even the faintest ripple. The sensation made him feel like a fool muttering to himself into thin air.
It would be fine if it was just boring, but trying to use Ren all the ti without success only intensified his pent-up desire to unleash it freely.
The frustration was unbearable, like holding in an overflowing bladder but you couldn't pee out no matter what.
"There are still 16 days left before the seal is lifted. Yesterday, Kenda ntioned that the enemy has started to make moves. They might band together and launch an attack on the mansion soon."
"I can barely Ren it now, but when I release my Aura, I feel a very obvious stagnation, which causes my Nen to beco very unstable."
"I guess I'll keep going..."
Law rested for about ten minutes, then closed his eyes and entered ditative state again.
Although this daily training appeared to be nothing more than imaginary drills, Law incorporated simulated Aura Control into his training.
The difference between actual practice and ntal simulation was like molding clay versus shaping air.
Whether it was effective or not remained uncertain, but Law persisted with unwavering dedication.
…
Nearly half a month has passed since Kenda and others returned to Spice City.
The news of Barney's death spread within the first few days. From then on, two or three ambitious Mafia's leaders imdiately beca restless, but they knew the dangers of being the first to act and decided to bide their ti.
Through discreet negotiations, they ford a temporary alliance and started persuading other small leaders to join them.
Initially, many small leaders refused to join because the risk was too great, and the supply of G1 has always been stable. The comfort of steady inco made these people reluctant to take risks.
In response to this, the leading Mafia's leaders did not give up. They patiently continued to expand the alliance while continuing to send invitations to the small leaders who refused.
All people have a herd ntality. The larger the alliance grew, the more others were tempted to join. However, as their numbers increased, the potential spoils of war would diminish for each participant.
However, the Mafia's leaders didn't care about this. They were not fools and they knew that only by uniting could they avoid becoming eggs smashing against a stone.
In their view, Barney was dead, and coupled with the significant losses he suffered from a prior multi-faction attack so ti ago, it is an opportunity that could not be missed.
The mansion built on the mountainside is a huge piece of cake. Not to ntion the thods for manufacturing G1, there must be a lot of cash inside, and Barney's collection is also very valuable.
With such a big piece of cake in front of them, even if there are risks, they have to try to take a big bite.
It can be said that they are fragile eggs, and the mansion on the mountainside is stone. But they believed that with enough eggs gathered, they could form a silver bullet capable of shattering the stone.
After more than ten days of patient solicitation, more and more small leaders agreed to join, and the number of combat personnel in the alliance slowly increased to more than 500, forming a team that should not be underestimated.
Food must be eaten bite by bite, so when the small leaders successfully gathered together, they did not directly attack the mansion on the mountainside, but first attacked Barney's territory.
At first, they went to Barney's entertainnt club during the night business hours and pretended to cause trouble. Kenda had foreseen this and instructed his n to respond with overwhelming force, even seizing opportunities to cripple the enemy when possible.
The repeated frictions over the two days reduced the number of alliance's mbers by more than ten n. However, they also discovered that Kenda's show of strength was largely a façade.
Afterwards, the Mafia's leaders rallied their forces and stord into Kenda's multiple entertainnt venues during the day. However, Kenda had already ordered the n guarding the entertainnt venues back to go back to the mansion in ti to avoid unnecessary losses.
However, this avoidance also made the Mafia's leaders determined and they all set their sights on the biggest piece of cake.
That night, instead of launching an imdiate attack, the alliance convened a eting to strategize and assign tasks.
There are nine small leaders joining the alliance. No matter whether it is the leader with the most subordinates or the leader with the least subordinates, it is impossible for them to take the lead.
Because of this, each leader sent out twenty of their n to form a vanguard team of one hundred and eighty people.
The remaining four hundred or so individuals are the support team. Their main task is to surround the mountain and shrink the battle circle, and to provide imdiate support to the vanguard if needed.
Although Kenda successfully delayed ti and avoided unnecessary losses, even if the personnel who were guarding the territory were called back to defend the mansion, the number of people in the mansion was less than 180, which was less than the number of the vanguard team of the alliance.
…
The next night.
Kenda ca to Law's room with a heavy heart and interrupted Law's training.
"They're here?" Law sat cross-legged on the bed and looked at the solemn Kenda.
"Not yet. But if they don't co tonight, they'll definitely attack tomorrow. I've already recalled everyone to defend the house, but they have at least three tis our numbers."
Kenda's tone was grave. If his hands were not crippled, even if he could not fight a hundred people alone, he could still fight forty or fifty people by himself.
The gap in numbers between the two sides is too great. In order to make up for the nurical disadvantage, Nen Users have to step in.
Kenda felt that it would be great if Martin wasn't dead. As long as he and Martin cooperated, with the help of his n, they could repel any number of attackers.
Unfortunately, there is no ifs in this world. For now, Kenda could only pin his hopes on Law. After all, the power of a Nen User is a nightmare for ordinary people.
After hearing Kenda's words, Law paused, then raised two fingers and said, "Two more hours will be enough."
"Two hours?" Kenda sighed and nodded slightly.
"Is Ellie settled?" Law asked.
Kenda nodded firmly and said: "Before the enemies are repelled, she will stay in the monitoring room with . If we can't fend them off..."
Kenda didn't finish the sentence, but the implication was clear.
If they can't repel the enemy, the result will be the sa no matter where they hide.
Law checked the ti displayed by the white smoke text and found that there were more than eight hours left.
At this mont, Kenda's face suddenly changed as he heard a report from his n through the headset.
When Law saw Kenda's face turn ugly, he knew that the enemy must be here.
Sure enough, Kenda spoke grimly, "They're here. Do you want to stay in the monitoring room with us?"
"No need, I'll stay here." Law replied calmly. Even though he couldn't use Nen freely yet, as long as he stayed to guard the door, simple Ren would suffice to deal with the cannon fodders.
"Understood."
Kenda nodded and left the room. Both of Kenda's hands are crippled, so he was in no condition to fight and could only stay in the monitoring room to give orders.
After Kenda left, Law calmly trained again.
"Eight more hours…"
....
There are no clouds tonight and the crescent moon hung high in the sky.
The moonlight poured into the forested mountain slopes. Shadows danced as hundreds of figures moved under cover of night, encircling the mansion nestled on the mountainside.
On the winding cent road that led up the mountain, a series of vehicles had been parked not far from the mansion's entrance. From these vehicles, two hundred people got out, each of them holding a gun.
The vanguard of 180 n stord the main entrance, aiming to draw Kenda's n to defend the front gate. anwhile, the remaining 400 n crept through the forest toward the outer walls.
Their plan was simple: once the main defenders were engaged at the front, these 400 n would infiltrate the mansion through the forest, closing the noose from both sides in a pincer attack.
This was the alliance's strategy, as they don't intend to let any fish slip through the net.
When the clash between the alliance and Kenda's side was about to begin, neither side realized that there are people silently watching from the darkness.
…
On the top of the mountain, a figure stood shrouded in heavy clothing, only a pair of black eyes visible through the concealnt, staring silently at the lights below.
"So this is where the G1 Virus was produced. It seems like we ca at a wrong ti." A clean and pleasant female voice ca from the mask worn by this figure.
If Law were present and used Gyo, he would have seen the Aura coiled tightly around this person's body.
Elsewhere, a young man who had obtained the G2 production thod through unknown ans is also waiting for the right opportunity.
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