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333 HxH: Tombbound Power
🕑 Added 2025-01-19 06:01:01 +0000 UTCThe Weapons squad was a death squad adept at wielding a variety of advanced Nen-based weapons. It was said they also carried lethal bombs and were willing to execute suicide attacks in critical situations.
As for the Beast Fist squad, their fighting style involved synergy with the beasts perched on their shoulders. Together, they possessed overwhelming strength, particularly in close combat.
This was the elite unit of the Matar family, each member a formidable warrior and a pillar of the group.
"They're strong, no doubt about that. And there's quite a number of them... If you include those birds, they might just have enough nails to play with~," said Illumi Zoldyck, tilting his head slightly. His voice was calm, his demeanor indifferent, and entirely unbothered.
Meanwhile, Ronnel's eyes lingered on the bombs strapped to the belts of the Weapons squad.
"Given the relationship between the Matar family and Gel, those bombs are probably laced with extremely potent toxins. That could be troublesome, but…"
A smirk tugged at Ronnel's lips.
"If it's poison we're talking about, I've got my own ace up my sleeve~."
He had accumulated a vast arsenal of corpse poisons but had yet to fully unleash them in combat. His body trembled imperceptibly, and an oppressive aura began to spread throughout the room. Invisible to the naked eye, it carried a sinister weight.
This was Ronnel's corpse poison, perfect for large-scale battles like this one.
"Ugh?!"
The moment the poison filled the air, Illumi's eyes widened in alarm. Every instinct in his body screamed danger. Without conscious thought, his muscle memory kicked in, guiding him to safety—straight toward where Gel was stationed.
"The Zoldycks! Are you trying to die?!"
The purple-blue-haired Nen user shouted furiously, his eyes blazing as he raised his hands. Two orbs of energy, glowing with an ominous blue-purple hue, materialized in his palms.
With a thrust of his arms, the energy balls shot toward Illumi like homing missiles. Yet Illumi neither dodged nor countered. Instead, he shifted his position, taking the attack in a way that minimized the damage.
The explosion sent a shockwave through the room, and Illumi let out a muffled groan. His energy visibly diminished, yet he pressed on, heading straight for Gel.
Meanwhile, Gel had already fortified her defenses. Her black cloak billowed as her arms transformed into snake-like shapes, coiling protectively around her body. She had also scattered antidotes in the air around her, creating a buffer against any toxins.
Despite these precautions, Gel's heart raced. Her usually calm demeanor was shaken.
"What kind of poison is this? Even I feel like I'm suffocating!"
Gel's instincts screamed that this was no ordinary poison. Even as Illumi reached his side, Gel's unease only grew.
The purple-haired man's anger flared as he watched Illumi approach his client. Before he could act, however, a sudden dizziness overtook him.
He stumbled, raising a hand to his face—only to find it wet and sticky.
"It's... blood? My blood?!"
His voice was filled with disbelief as turquoise veins crept across his neck and face. His body trembled, and he slumped into his chair, panic flashing across his features.
"This poison... How did it get to me?! When was I exposed?!"
His hands scrambled to retrieve antidotes from his pocket, tossing them into his mouth in desperation. But no amount of effort seemed to slow the spread of the toxin.
Elsewhere in the room, chaos reigned. Bodies crumpled to the floor, weapons clattered, and anguished cries echoed. Both humans and their bird-like beasts fell victim to the corpse poison's devastating effects.
"What's happening to my body?!" one soldier choked out before collapsing in a pool of bluish-black blood.
The weaker combatants succumbed almost instantly, their faces twisted in agony. The stronger ones clung to life, their trembling eyes fixed on Ronnel.
"You… it was you…!" the captain of the Weapons squad rasped, his breath labored.
Ronnel offered a small, casual smile.
"It's me. And trust me, you're better off giving up."
The captain's trembling hand reached for the bomb at his waist, but his body gave out before he could activate it. The rush of his blood had only accelerated the poison's effects.
"You—!" he managed, before coughing up another mouthful of dark blood and slumping lifelessly to the ground.
Ronnel surveyed the carnage, his smirk widening.
"Now then, who's next?"
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Marquarius Moore
This is amazing keep up the work good sir
