Facing the charging Feitan, the black-haired youth didn't show the slightest sign of panic.
Feitan slashed out with his blade, a sharp sound slicing through the air. But the moment the blade struck, it hit nothing but an afterimage. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs NoveI(F)ire.net
The black-haired youth had disappeared from Feitan's field of vision.
That sudden vanishing act set Feitan on high alert.
A voice came from behind him.
Feitan's eyes widened. He spun around—just as the black-haired youth's fist came crashing toward him.
He barely had time to cross his arms in front of his body.
The force behind it made Feitan's expression twist. His body was blasted backward like a cannonball, smashing into a wall before finally coming to a stop.
Cracks spread out behind him like a spiderweb.
"Feitan! Are you okay?" Phinks rushed out from hiding.
Their plan had been for Feitan to create an opening so Phinks could strike. But clearly, that plan wouldn't work now.
This was the first time Feitan had encountered someone faster than him.
Not even Chrollo matched this level!
Chrollo had a teleportation ability, but that wasn't speed. Ron's power last time had also been spatial, not speed-based.
"This guy's fast," Feitan said grimly.
"I saw," Phinks replied.
The black-haired youth tilted his head slightly.
"Hmm. A bit tougher than I expected. You took that punch and only ended up ?"
"Not bad. Looks like you're not completely worthless. I'm starting to find this fight a little more interesting."
"But you're still no match for White." His eyes narrowed. "Tell me—who killed White? Maybe I'll spare your lives. I could even let you join me."
As he spoke, he vanished again.
When he reappeared, he was right in front of Feitan.
"Feitan, watch out!" Phinks shouted.
But Feitan's reaction was still a fraction too slow. He was sent flying once more.
Phinks rushed in, fists ready—but the black-haired youth dodged with ease.
"Too slow. You're even slower than him."
A sharp knife-hand strike hit Phinks in the back of the neck, making him stumble.
Just as the black-haired youth prepared to strike again, Feitan returned.
His fury exploded into raw power. Feitan's strength surged, his aura intensifying as he charged in.
The black-haired youth was forced to retreat.
Phinks regained his balance.
Then the two rushed in together.
Elsewhere, Oster reached the center of the main hall.
Even though Chrollo's group had hidden themselves well, Oster spotted their location the moment he entered the building. He positioned himself where it would be hardest to attack him.
From a narrow opening in the corner, Hisoka watched.
"Strong," he murmured, eyes gleaming. "But not like Netero. This isn't hopeless… there's a sliver of a chance."
That tiny thread of possibility was enough to get Hisoka excited!
He flicked his wrist.
Twenty-four cards launched outward at incredible speed, fanning out in every direction, forming a deadly net with no gaps.
Any ordinary person would be torn apart instantly. Even a capable Nen user wouldn't escape unharmed.
Someone standing at the peak of A-rank.
Just as the cards closed in, a powerful surge of aura exploded from Oster—like a physical shockwave.
The cards stopped midair, unable to advance. Then, one by one, they were blasted backward.
But in the same moment, red aura threads attached themselves to the cards.
Hisoka activated his ability. The cards snapped forward again, even faster than before, drawn toward Oster like bullets.
Oster's brow twitched slightly.
A blade appeared in his hand.
With a swing, he severed all the aura threads binding the cards.
Chrollo's figure suddenly appeared behind Oster.
A massive cloth unfurled in his hands, growing larger as he infused it with Nen.
"A Shadow Beast ability?" Oster looked over his shoulder without alarm. "Your power… it's stolen, isn't it? Or maybe borrowed. Doesn't matter. You're using someone else's skill—but how much of it can you really bring out?"
A mass of aura formed, twisting into a giant serpent that lunged at Chrollo, blocking him from closing the distance.
"Hisoka," Nobunaga called calmly, "give me an opening."
Hisoka glanced at him.
Since witnessing Uvogin's death, Nobunaga had changed. There was something different about him now—indescribable, but still there.
Before, Hisoka had no interest in fighting Nobunaga.
Now, that interest had risen—to about sixty percent.
Hisoka flicked his wrist again.
Red aura extended outward, wrapping around the second-floor columns, encircling the entire hall. Then Hisoka moved quickly, a stone in his hand.
He pulled the aura back sharply—
The stone shot forward at blinding speed, charged with Hisoka's Nen.
Oster raised his other hand.
Another serpent-shaped aura formed, whipping out to meet the stone.
The stone shattered on impact, fragments scattering across the floor.
But Oster's serpent had taken damage too.
Nobunaga, hidden in the chaos, silently approached from behind.
As the battles intensified inside both buildings, panic broke out among the civilians nearby.
Terrified screams echoed through the streets as people rushed to escape.