"You... you're from the Troupe? A mber of the Troupe!?"
Light Nostrade felt as if sothing was lodged in his throat. He widened his eyes in horror, completely unable to believe it.
Because he simply couldn't figure out what kind of grudge he could possibly have with these guys.
Logically speaking, the biggest enemies of these guys should be those idiots from the Ten Dons. Otherwise, why would the Shadow Beast organization be wiped out?
But looking at it now, this guy had directly co to target him.
"What do you want? Whatever you want, I can give it to you. I can give you absolutely everything you want, as long as you spare and let live. I don't want to die yet!!"
This previously high-and-mighty Mafia boss—a guy whose hands were stained with the blood of countless people, who was incredibly cruel and cold-blooded—was now wagging his tail and begging for rcy like a lapdog, weeping bitterly.
Everything he had done over the years seed to turn into an illusion at this mont. In the face of absolute power, all sches and tricks were completely useless.
"Oh?"
His words seed to catch a hint of Hisoka's interest. Those narrow eyes glanced at the begging dog before him.
"As long as you spare ! From now on, the Nostrade Family is willing to follow your arrangents. I can provide all the funding your team needs. I can even have my family do anything your team wants. Please, I beg you, spare ...
I really haven't done anything to target you, nor have I arranged for anyone to collect your bounties!"
Light Nostrade trembled. In the face of death, he chose to submit.
"Then hand your daughter over to , along with all your wealth."
Hisoka smiled playfully.
"Ah!? N-No... Impossible... No, how did you guys know? No, no, no, no, I can't hand my daughter over to you. She is my daughter... I love my daughter, she..."
Light Nostrade jumped up in terror, like a rat whose tail had been stepped on.
Everything he possessed today stemd from his daughter's ability. Even though he constantly claid to love his daughter with his mouth, in reality, what he loved was rely her ability.
"Then how about this: let's make a deal. Hand over all your wealth, and we'll spare your daughter, but we'll take away her ability."
Hisoka smiled, acting as if he were playing a ga of cat and mouse.
"No, no, no, no, no—you can't do that—you can't do that, you can't take away my daughter's ability. It's my everything, it's all I have—"
Light Nostrade scread in terror.
Hisoka shook his head in disappointnt.
Tap, tap, tap~~
At this mont, footsteps suddenly echoed through the incredibly quiet hall.
Light Nostrade couldn't help but look back, only to see another figure walking over from the other end of the corridor.
The person seed to be dragging sothing in their hand.
"It's done, let's go back."
The one who spoke was surprisingly Chrollo, and what he was dragging in his hand was Neon, who had her ability stolen.
"My daughter... I..."
Pfft!
Light Nostrade's head directly spun 360 degrees on the spot, his neck twisted almost like a braided dough stick.
Hisoka had rely given him a slight twist.
"Since you love your daughter so much, take a good look at her now. You won't be able to see her anymore after this."
A perverse smile curled the corners of Hisoka's mouth.
Chrollo dragged Neon away expressionlessly. He had already completed the theft of Neon's ability. However, restricted by the characteristics of his personal ability, he couldn't let the target whose ability was stolen die; that was the biggest downside. So, he had to take this girl away and place her in a safe area.
The two left.
...
In a certain ruin.
The injured mbers of the Troupe were gathered together, waiting for the Boss's return.
"Damn it!! We absolutely cannot just let that bastard off like this!!"
Phinks growled lowly.
It wasn't just him; all the mbers present believed this was the greatest humiliation the entire Troupe had ever suffered in its history.
The Phantom Troupe—notorious worldwide, terrifying countless Pro Hunters who fancied themselves righteous—was now forced to huddle together here just to avoid being hunted down by soone else.
This was an absolute disgrace!!
"But that guy's strength is too terrifying, Uvogin... is probably already gone..."
"The Boss and Hisoka have already made their move. I suspect they'll be back soon, and then we'll make a new plan."
"Even for revenge, we need to calm down."
"No one can kill our people and continue to live peacefully in this world."
...
Under Machi's treatnt, everyone was already mostly healed.
But right now, the entire team had no mind for anything else; they only wanted revenge. Watching their comrade die right in front of their eyes...
This was absolutely an unprecedented humiliation.
Furthermore, after Uvogin was captured, they had absolutely no way to do anything.
Clap, clap, clap~~
Suddenly.
The sound of clapping ca from a distance.
The people who were conversing instantly fell silent, all eyes turning in unison. After seeing clearly who had arrived, everyone shuddered violently.
Riku!
It was the very guy they had been dreaming of killing.
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat!!
Almost without any hesitation.
Franklin directly opened his ten fingers, transforming them into Gatling machine guns, and unleashed a hail of bullets at Riku.
Every single bullet was a Nen bullet!
Their power was enough to easily pierce through steel plates. But upon reaching Riku, they seed to be blocked by an invisible force.
All the bullets simply floated in the air around Riku.
Seeing this scene, the crowd present couldn't help but feel their scalps tingle with fear.
"Scatter!"
Feitan exclaid.
The Troupe mbers dispersed in all directions almost without hesitation.
In the next second!
Swish, swish, swish, swish!!
Those bullets floating in front of Riku seed to be propelled by so terrifying force, instantly firing back in reverse!!
The ground and rocks in their path were completely shattered.
Even Kortopi, who fled a bit slower, was grazed.
However, one figure remained in place, directly reaching out to catch all the bullets flying at him.
"You guys go! Leave this place to !!"
The one who stayed behind was surprisingly Feitan!!
"But Feitan..."
Shizuku was sowhat reluctant, but she was directly dragged away by Machi.
"Go!! We are not this guy's match, leave Feitan to cover our retreat!!"
She ordered decisively.
Riku's self-destruction last ti had already left everyone terrified and palpitating!
If he did that again this ti, they didn't have a powerhouse like Uvogin around right now!
Fleeing was the wisest decision.
"Don't worry, I will take care of this guy!"
Feitan said in a deep voice.
Riku remained indifferent to the others fleeing.
There was no helping it, because his Lucky Star trait only cooled down once a day, and every single one of these big fish was a target he wanted to catch. He could only catch them one by one, day by day.
Looking at the short guy in front of him—wearing a black cloak that covered his mouth with a skull design, possessing short dark blue hair and slender golden eyes—Riku wore a faint smile.
"The worst thing you could have possibly done was provoke us! You will pay a bloody price for your actions! Are you afraid of the heat?"
Feitan stared fixedly at Riku, tightly gripping his weapon, an umbrella sword.
And in the instant he spoke, an outfit resembling torture gear—covered in many spikes and only revealing his eyes—automatically materialized around him.
Simultaneously, the temperature of the air began to rise rapidly.
"A nice ability, very nice."
Riku looked at the short guy before him with considerable appreciation.
Na: Phantom Troupe mber - Feitan System Traits: [Conjuration Type Talent] - Gold, [Rising Sun] - Double Gold, [Unforgiven] - Gold, [Manic] - Gold, [Interrogation and Torture] - Gold, [Hatred] - Gold, etc.
If Uvogin was the guy with the strongest single-target attack power in the entire team, then the short guy before him was the one with the most ferocious AoE (Area of Effect) damage in the entire Troupe.
Without exception!
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... Almost fully decked out in Gold traits too. And because I killed their mbers, a trait like [Hatred] even appeared."
Riku sighed with emotion in his heart.
A trait like Hatred was completely useless to him, but once it reached the Gold tier, it could serve as an experience pack for other traits.
It seed... he had a few new ideas now.
Because before he killed their mbers, a trait like Hatred would absolutely not have appeared on Feitan. It clearly only appeared after he killed their mbers.
It seed he could generate more traits by inflicting psychological blows on these mbers.
Then, after killing them, he could gain even more experience points.
Isn't this perfectly cultivating pigs for slaughter?
Feitan was clearly extrely wary of Riku and showed almost no hesitation, directly activating his ultimate move.
Centered on him, the ambient temperature skyrocketed at rocket-like speed, to the point where the air even began to distort.
"Still in the mood to smile at death's door? You will repent for everything you've done."
Feitan, clad in his armor, vanished from the spot.
The umbrella sword in his hand arrived before Riku, seemingly breaking the sound barrier.
Clang—
But what shocked Feitan slightly was that his guaranteed-kill sword thrust was effortlessly blocked by the fish-filleting knife in the opponent's hand!
And the diving force he possessed rely forced the opponent to take a slight step back.
Just how terrifyingly powerful was this guy's strength?
Clang, clang, clang, clang—
The umbrella sword instantly transford into a violent storm, countless afterimages covering Riku.
But what utterly astonished Feitan was that, from beginning to end, the opponent had one hand stuffed in his pocket and was casually blocking his attacks using only a small knife in his right hand. Every single attack was blocked.
Damn it!
How is this possible?
"The so-called Troupe... is only at this level. Truly disappointing. It seems your swordsmanship isn't your strong suit."
Riku smiled faintly.
He rely wanted to test the opponent's abilities right now.
Besides, possessing the Super Copy ability...
As long as he observed the opponent's combat style, he could acquire similar combat techniques.
So, for him, the best way to improve was through continuous battle, thereby copying more techniques.
Of course, this kind of copying was far inferior to directly plundering traits.
The copied combat techniques would at most be at a proficiency level or slightly stronger. To achieve a higher level, he would still need to train himself.
But having the system cheat, he fundantally didn't need such arduous training.
Things that were snatched were always the best.
Pfft—
Even in the brief instant they exchanged blows...
The small knife in Riku's hand penetrated the opponent's dense defense and casually grazed Feitan's face.
Even though Feitan was wearing his conjured armor, it was still effortlessly sliced through.
A bloody scratch appeared on his cheek, stinging with pain.
Feitan was deeply alard.
His gaze beca unprecedentedly resolute and decisive.
"I'll return the pain to you! Let it burn! Unforgiven!!"
Feitan wiped the blood off his cheek and growled through gritted teeth.
Centered on him, a practically visible scarlet aura expanded in all directions.
At this mont, Feitan seed to transform into a Shura from hell.
A resplendent, searing orb of light shot up into the sky from beneath his feet!!
In the instant it rushed into the sky, it transford into a dazzling, blazing sun radiating a terrifying, scorching temperature!!
[Rising Sun] Double Gold!
This was Feitan's strongest ability; it could conjure his aura into a scorching miniature sun!
It had to be said, the Nen abilities of the Hunter world truly had their unique aspects.
For example, this Conjuration Type could manifest into different forms based on the individual's understanding and variations of aura.
Could this be interpreted as: as long as one's understanding is sufficient, they could even conjure a Gundam with their bare hands?
BOOM—
In an instant.
The terrifying, blazing sun blossod directly above Riku's head. The horrifyingly high temperature erupted instantly like a torrent of magma, pouring down from the sky.
The surrounding temperature beca abnormally terrifying, and the entire sky was dyed the color of a blazing sun.
Rocks rapidly shattered, and the ground cracked apart!
The nearby trees instantly ignited and turned to ash.
The entire area was completely swallowed by the blazing sun.
The other mbers, who had already fled several kiloters away, were also watching the explosion behind them, completely dumbfounded.
"It's Feitan!!"
"That guy..."
"This ti... he should be dead, right?"
"Why is my heart beating so fast..."
...
Those fleeing mbers were terrified and trembling, but they still didn't dare to stop running.
Because regardless of the terrifying range this blazing sun could spread to, or their anxiety over the final result of the battle, they didn't dare to halt their steps.
Unlike the effect of Riku's White Lightning Nuclear Explosion...
This blazing sun was a crimson red, and its apparent range was even more exaggerated than that simplified version of a nuclear explosion!!
Even from far away, half the sky could be seen dyed crimson, like a boiling furnace.
And at the center of the blazing sun's illumination...
This terrifyingly high temperature lasted for nearly a full minute before ending.
The earth had been completely scorched into charred, cracked blackness. The trees in the distance were entirely carbonized, and the scorching wind blowing through the air instantly scattered the ashes.
Clad in his armor, Feitan was panting heavily, drenched in sweat.
He swore this was absolutely the most powerful he had ever unleashed this move in his entire life.
Even if that guy was very strong, under such terrifyingly high temperatures, even steel would lt.
Furthermore, almost all his damage had been concentrated directly on that guy; the temperature in the area he was in was more than ten tis higher than anywhere else.
It was exactly like throwing a person directly into a steel blast furnace to be scorched and tempered.
Even a man of iron would be lted!
The light gradually faded. Feitan's chest heaved violently, his heart pounding wildly. He stared fixedly at the spot where Riku had been.
His vision gradually returned to normal.
But after seeing clearly the spot where Riku had been, Feitan completely stiffened in place. His pupils abruptly dilated, his mouth hung slightly open, and he even forgot his heartbeat.
His face was etched with unprecedented disbelief, shock, astonishnt, and even terror...
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