On the other side, at the arena.
"Who the heck are those people?!"
The seasoned veteran Biscuit frowned, looking at the arena where Gaki stood with arms crossed, exuding an air of calm confidence. His eyes, filled with a bizarre, mocking gaze, scanned the audience as if viewing lambs to the slaughter, making everyone extrely uncomfortable.
"Their whole aura reeks of sothing ominous, and their pupils are entirely different from ordinary humans, as if they've been invaded or infected by sothing," Wing comnted, his face equally grim.
If he wasn't worried that his sudden movents might provoke the surrounding security robots to open fire, potentially harming the audience, he would have already jumped down to check on Zushi's injuries.
"If I'm not mistaken, this is likely a curse, right?" Biscuit, with her wealth of experience, had so insight into the origins of Gaki and his companions.
"However, this kind of power hasn't appeared in the world for a long ti. Even I've only read about it in books, and this is my first ti seeing it."
"I didn't expect such a group to show up here, and judging by their strength, they're not weak at all."
"Clearly, they've thrown themselves into this curse without hesitation. To harbor such resentnt, they must have gone through so particularly harrowing experiences to make such a choice."
"But..."
Biscuit coldly glanced around, slowly shaking her head:
"No matter what misfortunes they've encountered, it's not a reason for them to impose their pain on innocent people."
The nurous spectators on site were already under control.
From observing Gaki's fight with Zushi, it was clear that if Zushi could injure him, his strength wasn't all that formidable. Biscuit or Wing could easily take him down.
However, just taking him down wouldn't solve the problem. There were undoubtedly more of his comrades controlling the building and monitoring everything.
If they took down Gaki and provoked a violent reaction from his allies, endangering the audience, it would be a costly mistake. Since they only stationed one Gaki here, it indicated that their main focus wasn't on this location. It was best to stay put and observe the situation as it unfolded.
"After all, the old man is at the top of the tower, and Morin is also inside. With those two around, nothing major should go wrong," Biscuit mused silently, glancing once more at the surrounding robots.
The next second—
"I'm so scared!!"
She instantly transford into a delicate, cute little girl.
In the VIP box of the arena.
"It seems we are surrounded," lody, who had been listening to the surrounding sounds, reported to her bodyguard team.
"But most are security robots, just overseeing us without taking further action."
"So, as long as we don't make any unusual or sensitive moves, we won't trigger an attack, right?" Kurapika, dressed in a black suit that made him look more like a gentleman than a bodyguard, frowned thoughtfully.
"We don't know the opponent's strength or their intentions."
"In any case, until we figure out what's happening, the boss's safety is our top priority!"
"Understood!!" Basho, Linssen, and the others responded solemnly.
As for Neon, what could she say? She was just a child who had lost her Nen ability, her main survival tool, and was now shivering in fear, surrounded by predatory mafia families, relying solely on Kurapika's skill to navigate through.
Without Hisoka's involvent, Kurapika hadn't had a private eting with him, leaving Neon to once again join forces with Gon and the others. Now, he naturally had to fulfill his duties as a guard, staying put and adapting as needed.
anwhile, across the world, audiences were staring at blank screens, gradually realizing sothing was amiss.
"What's going on? Even if it's a technical issue, the Sky Arena should have fixed it by now, right?" Those with sharp minds frowned in confusion.
"Could sothing special have happened?"
While so were puzzled, others took action...
At Kukuroo Mountain, Milluki Zoldyck had returned from Greed Island to his room, munching on a hot dog. His fingers danced over the keyboard, occasionally glancing at the 360-degree white screen around him.
"Even my skills can't assess the situation on-site. Hey, Pe, can you manage over there?"
"Completely invisible?"
A line of small text appeared at the bottom of the screen. Pe was a hacker Milluki had t online years ago. Both were skilled hackers, and strong individuals tend to have common ground. Over ti, they beca acquainted and familiar with each other.
"I've deployed all the electronic equipnt of the Sky Arena, but it all failed. This wouldn't have happened before. I suspect it might be so special Nen ability blocking my exploration," typed Ichshonpe.
"A special Nen ability?" Milluki frowned, biting off half of his hot dog.
"Indeed, with Pe's hacking skills, if it weren't for a Nen ability hindering him, it wouldn't be possible to evade his attack."
Milluki now had a clear understanding of Nen abilities.
"Damn, I hope nothing serious happens. I've placed a bet on this event. If the match gets disrupted, I might really need to step out and earn a living. I finally found sothing..."
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Limited edition figures, he said.
Here, Milluki was troubled, but so were even more distressed than him.
The official committee of the Sky Arena was on the verge of going mad. They had painstakingly organized a world-class fighting event, only to have it disrupted once again by unknown forces. The key issue was that they still hadn't figured out who was behind this chaos.
They wanted to send people to investigate the situation. However, the experts dispatched by the committee were either blocked off by iron barriers or encountered the floor masters who had been defeated by Jed.
The state of these floor masters was peculiar. Their eyes had also turned dark, and they exuded an aura of dark resentnt, effectively blocking all the experts sent by the committee.
Clearly, they had been affected by the resentnt-inducing potion brought by Jed. Not only had they beco puppets controlled by resentnt, but they could also wield its power. More importantly, their originally diocre strength had beco exceptionally formidable after being invaded by resentnt!
Upon clashing with the experts sent by the committee, they imdiately gained the upper hand!
"Could they be stronger than the Phantom Troupe who caused havoc in Yorknew City? This doesn't seem like sothing you could co up with."
After all, the fighters recruited by the Sky Arena, although not weak, were still a notch below these floor masters. If these fighters had decent strength, they would have already participated in the floor master competition to make a na for themselves at the Sky Arena. Isn't that more lucrative than being a guard or enforcer?
Thus, the battle was one-sided. The committee of the Sky Arena, apart from looking green with discomfort and pain, had no other effective solutions. The entire building's communication devices were under enemy control, and they couldn't even send out signals. They were like blind n, unable to take any effective asures.
The committee did have Nen users specialized in network and machinery, given their deep resources as the largest fighting organization. However, their abilities were insufficient against the resolute individuals brought by Jed, who were determined to seek revenge and willing to abandon their lives, erging from the depths of hell with their resentnt abilities.
At least, expecting these Nen users to have the sa death-defying resolve as Jed's group was impossible. Their willpower was inherently weaker by a significant margin.
While the committee was in a state of chaos—
"Snap?"
Suddenly, the screens in front of all the attentive spectators lit up again. A man with silver-white hair and dark ging-colored pupils appeared on the screen. Few recognized Jed, but the person bound in a crucifix shape behind him was all too familiar.
"What's going on? Isn't that Chairman Netero?!"
"Who is this person? Why does Chairman Netero look like he's been captured?"
"What kind of power is that? It doesn't look like Nen!"
"Whatever's happening, can soone explain what's going on?!"
In front of the screens, many people began to discuss fervently. So were shocked by Netero's capture, while others were curious about Jed's identity and unfamiliar with their power. Amidst this chatter, Jed spoke.
"Hello, world. Long ti no see. We are the Shadow."
"We have captured Netero and taken over the Sky Arena. At dawn, we will begin executing Netero and the hostages."
Jed, with arms crossed, calmly delivered his declaration. At this mont, he, Netero, and the deceased Rengoku, bathed in the bright moonlight, moved using resentnt abilities, gradually reaching the top of the Sky Arena—the wide rooftop of the entire tower.
"The Shadow? What kind of organization is that?"
"Never heard of it. A new criminal organization? They managed to take over the Sky Arena and kidnap the Hunter Association's Chairman Netero. Could they be stronger than the Phantom Troupe who wreaked havoc in Yorknew City?"
"Hard to say. The Sky Arena once pursued mbers of the Phantom Troupe, but that ended inconclusively."
"Stronger, my foot!" Sowhere in Yorknew City, Feitan, who had just returned from the Greed Island ga, squinted his eyes. Listening to the surrounding discussions while watching the TV screen, he couldn't help but curse in his native tongue.
"A bunch of pretentious fools."
"But they did capture Netero, didn't they?" Phinks, standing nearby, remarked, intrigued.
"That's the Chairman of the Hunter Association, the strongest man in the world, Netero!"
"So what?" Feitan's temper flared. "It's just a pact and vow made at the cost of their lives."
Of course, he said this, but despite his bravado, he knew well that this wasn't sothing achieved by re pacts alone. Furthermore, they weren't blind. The power clearly different from Nen wasn't sothing they could ignore. It was evident that, though unknown, these individuals possessed strength beyond the ordinary.
"Should we go take a look?"
Having finished his ga and feeling bored, Phinks glanced at Feitan.
"If we head to the Sky Arena now, we should arrive before dawn."
"The question is whether there's an airship going there."
Feitan side-eyed Phinks. "With what's happening there, do you really think any airship would head that way?"
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