"Hold your ground! Do not trust your eyes! Use En! Use Gyo!" Razor's enraged roar echoed weakly through the chaos.
Veins bulged on his forehead as he desperately channeled aura into the [Ga Core], attempting to use the fundantal rules of the island to parse and disrupt the terrifying illusion. White light rippled outward from the orb, but the mont it touched the omnipresent power of Kyoka Suigetsu, it sank like a stone into the ocean. The effect was practically nonexistent!
"Damn it!" Morton, witnessing the Ga Masters' sudden internal collapse, mistook the chaos for a golden opportunity. "Black Wasps! Assault formation! Target: The Crystal! Charge with !"
The towering commander's massive body accelerated like a runaway tank, thundering toward the seven-colored crystal in the center of the arena. Under the influence of his Enhancer Nen, his dark, keratin-covered skin took on the cold sheen of solid steel. Every heavy step he took caused the white tiles to tremble.
Behind him, his highly trained rcenaries instantly fell into a tight, triangular spearhead formation. Their auras linked together seamlessly, transforming them into a moving fortress of iron, determined to punch through the Ga Masters' shattered line!
"Finger Demon" Aaron's eyes flashed with cunning. The strange rings on his ten fingers began to glow softly. "Lilith, give those atheads from the Black Wasps a little 'boost'. Let's help them charge a bit harder!"
"Poison Kiss" Lilith let out a sweet, venomous giggle. She parted her red lips, blowing a practically invisible stream of pink mist toward the rear of the Black Wasp formation. It was a potent, airborne neurotoxin designed to hyper-stimulate aggression and bloodlust.
Soros leisurely adjusted his gold-rimd glasses, whispering to his subordinates: "Prepare to secure the crystal. Wait until both sides wipe each other out..."
Just as the Black Wasp Vanguard was about to crash into the chaotic Ga Master line, and just as Lilith's mist was about to touch the rearmost rcenary—
"Tsk. What a nuisance."
A cold, tallic, entirely impatient voice suddenly exploded like thunder directly in front of the Black Wasp formation!
Ulquiorra materialized like a ghost, completely blocking Morton's path. He maintained his perpetually indifferent expression, his erald-green eyes—as cold and still as frozen lakes—reflecting Morton's ferocious, unstoppable charge.
Ulquiorra didn't even bother activating his Resurrección. He simply raised his right index finger with casual indifference.
At the tip of his finger, a pinpoint of absolute, pitch-black darkness—a darkness so dense it seed to devour the surrounding light—rapidly condensed and compressed!
"Cero."
There was no dramatic, earth-shaking wind-up. There was no flashy display of colorful lights.
There was only a hyper-condensed beam of pitch-black energy that fired from Ulquiorra's fingertip at a speed far exceeding the limits of human perception!
Ti seed to freeze.
Morton's battle cry caught in his throat. The hardened, tallic keratin skin covering his body—armor capable of tanking direct hits from anti-tank rockets—made contact with the black beam.
And then, like a hot knife slicing through butter, the armor simply... vanished.
There was no explosion. There was no concussive shockwave. There was only pure, absolute annihilation.
The beam passed cleanly through Morton's massive torso without slowing down, leaving behind a terrifying, perfectly smooth, bowl-sized hole directly through his chest!
But the beam didn't stop. Like a Reaper's scythe, it pierced straight through the entire Black Wasp assault formation!
SQUELCH!
SQUELCH!
SQUELCH!
SQUELCH!
Like at on a skewer!
The five elite rcenaries leading the charge were all simultaneously pierced through the chest by the pitch-black beam!
Enhancer defenses, Transmuter shields, Manipulator Nen beasts... in the face of that annihilating energy, they were all as fragile as wet paper!
The rcenaries froze mid-stride. The ferocity on their faces was instantly replaced by extre shock and utter confusion, before the light rapidly faded from their eyes.
Morton's colossal body crashed heavily to the ground, the impact shaking the entire arena. Even in death, his mind couldn't comprehend how his absolute, invincible defense had been bypassed so effortlessly.
The Cero beam, having cleanly executed six n, finally slamd into one of the massive, rune-engraved stone pillars at the edge of the arena!
VMMMM—!!!
The pillar erupted in a blinding white light as countless ancient runes activated simultaneously, forming an incredibly dense, multi-layered Nen barrier!
But the barrier lasted less than half a second before shattering like cheap glass!
The black beam carved directly into the core of the stone pillar!
KABOOOOOOM!!!
The deafening, earth-shattering explosion finally arrived!
The massive stone pillar, over three ters in diater, violently detonated from the inside out like a porcelain vase struck by a sledgehamr! Thousands of jagged rock fragnts, coated in residual annihilating black energy, exploded outward like shrapnel from a fragntation grenade!
A ferocious shockwave laced with the scent of death swept across the arena!
"GAAAH—!"
"Help !"
"Shields up!"
The players hovering near the blast zone—whether they were lone-wolf Hunters trying to scrounge a victory or Soros's subordinates—were instantly caught in the crossfire.
Agonized screams, the sound of Nen shields shattering, and the sickening thuds of flesh being punctured by high-speed rubble echoed continuously! Severed limbs mixed with dust and pulverized stone rained down from the sky. The stench of blood instantly overwheld the arena!
Lilith's insidious pink mist was violently blown back by the shockwave, reversing direction and washing directly over her, Aaron, and Soros!
"Damn it!" Aaron's face twisted in panic. The ten rings on his fingers flashed frantically as he wove layers of invisible Nen threads into a net to block the shrapnel and the returning poison gas.
Soros frantically grabbed one of his own subordinates, using the man as a human at shield. The subordinate was instantly ripped to shreds by several rocks infused with black energy.
Soros's perfectly combed hair was ruined, and his gold-rimd glasses hung crookedly on his face. For the first ti, his arrogant composure broke, replaced by sheer, unfiltered terror.
Just one strike!
With a casual, effortless Cero, Ulquiorra had utterly exterminated the Black Wasp rcenary Group and simultaneously wiped out nearly a third of the players on the arena's periter!
The cold, precise, and hyper-efficient slaughter—executed with the chilling apathy of a machine—sent a terrifying chill straight up the spines of every survivor!
The chaotic battlefield fell into an instantaneous, deathly silence.
Even the Ga Masters paused their hallucination-induced friendly fire, their faces pale with the lingering trauma of narrowly avoiding the blast.
Gulp.
Gon swallowed hard. He looked at Ulquiorra's indifferent back, then at the shattered pillar and the gore-soaked floor, his face turning slightly pale.
Killua, however, stared intensely at the Arrancar, his body trembling slightly—not just from fear, but from an overwhelming, primal battle lust.
"Do you see it now, Gon? Killua?"
Ryker's calm voice broke the suffocating silence. "This is the chasm of true power. In the face of absolute strength, numbers, formations, and petty sches... are entirely aningless."
His gaze swept over the terrified, shell-shocked players as if they were re ants. "Now. Garbage ti is over."
Finally, Ryker's eyes locked onto Razor. The muscular Ga Master's face was ashen as he desperately pumped aura into the Ga Core, trying to stabilize the failing trial. Behind him, the surviving Ga Masters were battered, bleeding, and still struggling against the lingering effects of Kyoka Suigetsu.
"Mr. Razor," Ryker's lips curled into an amused smirk. "It seems your fifteen-man squad doesn't quite live up to its reputation. The ga rules don't seem very friendly to you, do they? Would you like to..."
Ryker paused, his tone shifting into one of absolute, unquestionable dominance. "...play by my rules instead?"
Just as the tension reached an absolute boiling point, and every eye was fixed on the standoff between Ryker and Razor...
CRRRRACK!
The seven-colored Nen do enclosing the arena was suddenly and violently ripped open by an overwhelmingly barbaric force!
Two silhouettes plumted from the sky like teors, radiating a terrifying, heart-stopping aura pressure. They crashed directly into the center of the arena, landing perfectly between the floating [Ruler's Blessing] crystal and Ryker's group!
The incredibly dense white floor tiles shattered on impact, sending a spiderweb of deep fissures stretching outward for dozens of ters!
As the dust settled, the two figures slowly stood up.
The man on the left was an elderly figure with gray-white hair, short in stature, wearing a simple gray martial arts uniform with his hands tucked into his wide sleeves. His face was weathered and ancient, his eyes deep and unfathomable.
An aura as vast as the starry sky and as suffocatingly silent as a dormant volcano rolled off his body. In an instant, his presence forcefully suppressed the auras of every other person in the arena—even montarily dampening the spiritual pressure of Aizen and the glow of Razor's Ga Core!
It was the forr patriarch of the Zoldyck Family, the legendary assassin—Zeno Zoldyck!
The man on the right was tall and slender, with long black hair falling like silk down his back. His face was beautiful to the point of being eerie, but it was completely devoid of expression. His massive, pitch-black eyes were entirely empty, devoid of any human emotion, reflecting only a dead, silent abyss.
He wore a simple black combat outfit, and his body radiated an icy, viscous, and intensely uncomfortable Nen.
His dead eyes pierced through the settling dust, locking onto Killua like a heat-seeking missile!
"Killua."
Illumi Zoldyck's voice was flat, monotonous, and completely chanical, yet it carried a bone-chilling coldness. "Father says your 'rebellious phase' is over. The ga ends here. You are coming ho with ."
Killua's entire body seized up!
Every silver hair on his head practically stood on end! A profound, bone-deep terror—a primal fear carved into his very DNA—violently gripped his heart, plunging him into an abyss of ice!
Illumi!
The older brother he feared more than death itself! His ultimate living nightmare!
Zeno's eyes slowly swept across the arena, finally resting on Ryker, who had slightly narrowed his eyes. A faint smile—the kind one might give an amusing toy—appeared on the old assassin's weathered face.
"Young man. You carry a heavy killing intent, and your power is quite intriguing," Zeno said slowly. "However... when the Zoldyck Family handles its dostic affairs, we do not appreciate outsiders... getting in the way."
The mont the last syllable left his lips, a hyper-condensed wave of pure, physical bloodlust erupted from Zeno, slamming down on Ryker like an invisible sledgehamr!
Zeno's bloodlust wasn't just psychological pressure; it was a tangible, physical force capable of tearing the mind and freezing the blood!
The air in the arena seed to instantly vaporize. The crushing, atmospheric pressure caused several nearby players to scream as their eyeballs bulged and blood sprayed from their noses and mouths. They collapsed to the ground, instantly incapacitated by the sheer weight of the aura.
And this invisible hamr of death had only one intended target: Ryker!
"Brother Ryker!" Gon scread in terror, his body instinctively trying to lunge forward, but the terrifying bloodlust pinned him in place, making it agonizingly difficult to even breathe.
Killua's pupils had shrunk to pinpricks. The mind-breaking terror of Illumi's presence, combined with the world-ending pressure of his grandfather's bloodlust, caused Killua's brain to completely short-circuit. He stood paralyzed, rigid as a board.
Biscuit's expression turned incredibly grim. She instantly flared her pink aura, creating a desperate shield over herself, Gon, and Killua. But against the abyssal depth of Zeno's Nen and killing intent, her defense felt like a tiny rowboat caught in a Category-5 hurricane—teetering on the verge of capsizing.
Faced with a terrifying strike that could instantly crush the minds of ordinary high-tier Nen users, Ryker simply narrowed his eyes.
He didn't dodge. He didn't even bother flaring his own Nen to counter it.
VMMMM!
A practically invisible, pale-golden forcefield—constructed from millions of microscopic, interwoven arcs of lightning—instantaneously materialized over his skin!
[A.T. Field - Modified]!
The concept of Absolute Defense, plundered from the Angels of Evangelion, completely reconstructed and powered by his Lightning Nen!
BOOOOOOM—!
The invisible hamr of Zeno's bloodlust slamd violently into the pale-golden forcefield, unleashing a muffled, thunderous roar!
Intense ripples violently distorted the surface of the forcefield. Countless tiny lightning snakes writhed, flared, and annihilated themselves as they absorbed the impact, instantly replenished by Ryker's bottomless aura reserves.
The solid white tiles beneath Ryker's feet shattered and caved in, forming a shallow crater. But Ryker himself stood perfectly still, as unmovable and unshakeable as a mountain!
"Hmm?"
For the first ti, genuine surprise crossed Zeno's ancient face.
While that strike hadn't been his full power, it absolutely wasn't sothing an ordinary master could easily block—let alone brush off with such casual indifference. This young man's defensive technique was bizarre and incredibly potent.
"Old man, don't be so hot-tempered," Ryker said, brushing imaginary dust off his shoulder. His lips curled into a freezing, contemptuous sneer. He looked past the murderous Zeno and locked eyes directly with Illumi.
"Didn't you hear ? The kid belongs to my crew now. I'm covering him."
"Covering him?" Illumi's massive, dead eyes slowly shifted to Ryker. His voice remained perfectly flat, devoid of any fluctuation. "Anyone who obstructs the Zoldycks from handling their dostic affairs will be eliminated. That is the rule."
Illumi slowly raised his right hand. Tucked between his fingers were three long, unnervingly cold Nen needles! The tips were pointed directly at Ryker's heart, forehead, and throat!
The aura clinging to the needles was vile, viscous, and saturated with extre, sickening malice—the pure intent of forced manipulation and absolute death. Just looking at the needles was enough to make one's soul sting in agony.
"Rules?"
Ryker let out a short, incredulous laugh, as if he had just heard the funniest joke in the world. He slowly raised his right hand, spreading his fingers wide, palm facing the sky.
A point of blinding, incandescent white light—so bright it was agonizing to look at—began to frantically condense and compress in the center of his palm!
A terrifying, apocalyptic wave of destructive energy instantly flooded the arena, feeling like a volcano seconds away from a catastrophic eruption! The ambient temperature spiked violently, and the air began to crackle and pop under the imnse strain!
"On my turf..."
Ryker's voice suddenly dropped an octave, striking like a thunderbolt that completely drowned out the hum of the arena's do and the panicked gasps of the surviving players!
"...My fists make the rules!"
The mont the words left his mouth, the incandescent lightning core in his palm—compressed to the absolute limit, burning like a miniature sun—was violently detonated!
"Lightning Core: Heavenly Smite!"
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