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95 HxH: The Strongest Assassin
🕑 Added 2024-11-01 08:06:02 +0000 UTCZeno and Silva stood still, biding their time.
The Zoldycks prided themselves on a perfect win rate.
For now, the Kute Gang still held the upper hand.
In Meteor City, only one man in a suit remained behind.
If Zeno and Silva acted now, the Kute Gang could abandon their targets and focus on the two of them, creating a three-on-two scenario.
At this level, Raiken's help would be limited. The Kute Gang's caution was up, and Kaizen's previous strategy had lost its edge—especially now that ten arms were already broken.
In a two-against-three fight, Zeno and Silva's odds of victory dropped to a risky 50-60%, a gamble neither of them was willing to take.
"He's coming!" Zeno announced, looking down.
A formidable aura was closing in fast—a man, neither tall nor very old, wearing gray and white, his beard scruffy, and a dark blue hat shading his eyes.
Despite his unkempt appearance, both Zeno and Silva's expressions grew serious upon seeing him.
"It really is him."
"Ging Freecss…"
The Zoldycks knew of the Freecss family and its importance in the world of Nen. Its lineage stretched back even further than their own.
The Zoldycks' rise as the world's foremost assassins began with Maha Zoldyck. Yet none of his descendants—Zeno, Silva—had reached his level.
But the Freecss family had produced two rare geniuses. First was Don Freecss, who had journeyed to the Dark Continent and written about it, while most humans were still confined to the Human Continent. Zeno suspected Don might be even stronger than Netero himself.
Then there was Ging, another prodigious talent. Despite his youth, he was already considered one of the top five nen users worldwide.
"Let's get moving too!" Zeno commanded, and the golden dragon vanished.
Three figures dropped toward the ground.
Old T noticed something amiss and called out a warning. The other three members of Kute Gang quickly turned, their eyes widening as they sensed two powerful auras hurtling toward them, one from the east and one from above.
The Kute Gang knew these new arrivals weren't here to lend support; they were there to eliminate them.
The man in the suit grinned. "Today, you're all dead!"
Old T clapped his hands to the ground, summoning a wall of trees from the earth to block Ging Freecss's path. Thick trunks twisted to form a shield above as well, aimed at holding back the descending Zoldycks.
But it was useless.
Against the raw strength of these new opponents, the wall of trees was as fragile as paper.
Ging didn't slow, crashing through the tree wall without hesitation, his body shattering it completely. Within moments, he was in front of Old T. Without any elaborate moves, Ging focused his energy into his fist and swung it straight toward Old T's face.
CRACK!
Old T heard the sickening sound of his own facial bones shattering. The power difference between them was staggering—Jing's aura, strength, and speed utterly crushed him.
Meanwhile, Zeno had landed and rushed toward Old O. The Zoldycks' commission from the elders of Meteor City had targeted specific members of Kute Gang, and Zeno knew Old O's abilities well from previous encounters. For Zeno, he was an easy mark.
As Zeno closed in, Old O's expression darkened.
"Zoldyck, it's you again!" he spat. "Whatever Meteor City's offering, I'll double it!"
But Zeno only smirked. Professional assassins never changed targets mid-mission, especially when the client was so sure of victory that the commission would be unpayable by the time the job was done.
"Dragon Head!" Zeno attacked with relentless speed and precision.
Silva stood nearby, waiting for the perfect moment to finish the job.
Old O's eyes went wide as he recognized the pattern. He'd been in this situation before—Zeno would trap him in a flurry of attacks, and the Zoldyck waiting on the sidelines would strike the finishing blow.
This time, however, Silva was much stronger than Raiken had been.
Silva's hands crackled with bluish-purple energy, an unmistakable Nen that was nothing like Kaizen's. Silva could channel Nen in ways that gave his aura a deadly potency.
Old O knew that one hit from Silva would mean a fatal injury—if not immediate death.
