Loki calmly glanced at Shoot, then turned his gaze to the others. In the distance, Gon stood rooted to the spot, staring blankly at Loki. Ne
Loki calmly glanced at Shoot, then turned his gaze to the others.
In the distance, Gon stood rooted to the spot, staring blankly at Loki.
Never before had Gon felt such a vast chasm between himself and Loki.
Their first encounter: Loki was a remarkably talented individual. Gon, at the time, believed he wouldn’t lose to any friend of the same age.
Their second meeting, after their separation: Loki had already surpassed him by a significant margin. His terrifying talent was monstrously abnormal.
Their third meeting, in Yorknew City: Loki had grown even stronger. Gon had almost given up on the desire to ever catch up to him.
And now, their fourth meeting. Loki, a Class-S fugitive, a man feared by the entire world! The Hunter Association was in utter chaos because of him.
The Twelve Zodiacs, the Hunter Association Chairman—even facing them, Loki had managed to escape unscathed.
He had reached an almost unimaginable level of power. Even so, Gon hadn’t felt this much distance between them.
But now! At this very moment! Loki, hand gripping his blood-stained Zanpakutō, tilted his head, his cold gaze sweeping over them.
In that gaze, Gon didn’t sense much killing intent. It was more like... the look one gives a stranger. Loki didn’t see them as enemies, but merely as ordinary, unremarkable strangers.
"What are you all staring at?"
Suddenly, Loki’s calm voice rang out. A spray of blood erupted before everyone’s eyes. This time, it was Knuckle, impaled through the chest.
Loki, with his left hand gently pressing on Knuckle’s head, pushed him to the ground. Wielding his blood-stained Zanpakutō, Loki’s gaze shifted to Kite.
Loki, who had initially held some expectation of them, had lost all interest after witnessing the Wooden Man game ability.
He had anticipated a far more troublesome ability, but it turned out to be inconsequential. Transmutation allowed Loki to completely ignore their coordinated abilities!
The only purpose of the battle, for Loki, was now clear.
Loki abandoned his playful demeanor. The Shikai-released Zanpakutō amplified his power, making his already overwhelming strength even more terrifying.
Kite, under Loki’s unwavering gaze, felt his eyes tremble slightly.
’Two strikes!’ ’He took down Shoot and Knuckle in just two strikes!’ Now Kite truly understood just how monstrous Loki’s power was.
If their initial battle plan had succeeded, they might have had a chance. But the plan completely fell apart due to Loki’s Transmutation ability.
It wasn’t the analysts’ fault; who would have imagined Loki possessed such a devastating technique?
Unsolvable! Just like Chairman Netero’s abilities! It was truly worthy of being a disciple of Netero.
Kite’s words cut through the air. Loki’s attack halted abruptly.
"Continuing the fight would only result in unnecessary casualties." Kite spoke rationally.
"A correct assessment." Loki nodded.
Kite slowly lowered his head; the Mad Clown vanished instantly. His Nen completely dissipated, leaving him in a state of zero defense.
Kite had even retracted his aura. Killing him would be an instant matter for Loki.
"So, can we leave now?" Kite asked seriously.
Remembering their prior agreement, Loki smiled. "Yes. But you need to deliver a message for me."
"Here’s my contact information. Once you’ve decided on the time and place, I’ll contact Mr. Ging."
Kite produced a piece of paper, seemingly bearing a phone number. His tone suggested that Ging would almost certainly agree to fight Loki.
Although Ging was a wanderer, he likely wouldn’t refuse Loki’s challenge.
Inviting Ging to fight was all for the ’Final Hunting Operation’ mission. Loki didn’t necessarily need to kill anyone, but if he could kill Ging and have Fire Spirit consume his soul, that wouldn’t be bad either.
"I’ll contact you." Loki took the paper.
Seeing this, Kite went to Knuckle, helping him to his feet, and said to Nanzo and Ben, who stood motionless, "Take Shoot and let’s go." Chapters first released on n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net
The two exchanged glances, utterly bewildered. Why, when Loki clearly had the opportunity to kill them, did he choose not to? Was it merely because of a ridiculous agreement?
On their way out, Kite remained silent.
Behind him, Nanzo and Ben supported Shoot, whose chest bore a gaping wound. The two still couldn’t comprehend why they had escaped unharmed. Even Gon was puzzled.
"Let’s tend to their wounds ahead. Then, leave Greed Island as quickly as possible."
Bisky, speaking calmly, broke the silence.
Kite, at the front, nodded. Knuckle’s condition was also dire; his body was pierced by a blade, and the blood wouldn’t stop flowing. If this continued, he would bleed to death before he could receive treatment.
Reaching a secluded cave, they entrusted Knuckle and Shoot to Bisky’s care. Kite sat down at the cave entrance. Nanzo and Ben, still shaken, finally spoke.
"Kite, why? Why did that monster... let us go?"
Kite, lost in thought, turned to them, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Can’t figure it out? It’s quite simple, actually."
"His objective was simply to defeat us."
"A clearly defined goal. Whether he killed us or not was irrelevant, as long as that goal was achieved."
"You’ve all seen the reports on Loki." Leaning back against the rock, Kite adjusted his posture for comfort.
"Haven’t you noticed that everything that kid does has a very clear purpose?"
Kite gazed into the distance, calmly recounting Loki’s actions.
In Yorknew City, Loki’s target was solely the Phantom Troupe. To achieve his goal, he was employed by the Nostrade family and accepted a commission from the Ten Dons.
Everything he did had a very clear purpose. The subsequent massacre...
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