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Chapter 640
🕑 Added 2025-06-29 15:06:01 +0000 UTCChapter 640
Seeing this, Ron raised the Six-Harmony Sphere in his hand.
“Projectile Nen: Frost.”
The frost projectile shot toward the white-haired youth. He dodged in time, so it didn’t hit directly, but when it exploded, a wave of frigid air blanketed the surrounding area. The temperature dropped sharply, hindering the white-haired youth’s movements.
Immediately after—
“Projectile Nen: Lightning.”
A surge of electricity struck the white-haired youth, momentarily paralyzing him.
Natsu seized the opening.
“Roar of the Fire Dragon!”
Because of the sharp, durable bone blades between them, Natsu couldn’t close the distance. But he didn’t need to. A massive wave of fire roared forth from his mouth, engulfing the white-haired youth completely.
Sparks and flames lit up the battlefield. However, the fire was the only one that caused real damage. The white-haired youth’s clothes were in tatters, burned away in many places. Thirty times gravity was still weighing him down.
“Projectile Nen: Corrosion.”
His skin began to show signs of erosion, exposing vivid red muscle beneath. But even so, the white-haired youth remained standing.
Natsu clapped his hands together.
“Position Swap!”
In the next moment, he and Uchiha Sasuke switched places. Natsu returned to Ron’s side, while Sasuke appeared in front of the white-haired youth.
“Chidori Stream!”
Lightning surged outward from Sasuke, radiating in all directions. As soon as it made contact, it was drawn into the white-haired youth’s body.
Sasuke leapt high into the air.
“Chidori!”
He drove his lightning-charged hand directly into the white-haired youth’s body.
The white-haired youth thought this might be a counterattack opportunity. He planned to use the moment Sasuke’s hand was embedded to strike back.
But then the effect of the gravity game other ability activated.
In an instant, the thirty-fold gravity stacked on the white-haired youth vanished. It flipped—instead of being thirty times heavier, his body was now at one-third its normal weight. The sudden change completely disrupted his balance. Any thought of counterattack was gone.
Sasuke retreated.
“Fire Style: Great Fireball Jutsu!”
A massive fireball shot toward the white-haired youth.
Boom!
It sent him flying.
Sasuke didn’t pause—
“Lightning Style: Falling Thunder!”
A bolt of lightning struck the white-haired youth dead on.
His gravity dropped again—this time to one-ninth his normal weight.
And then Ron’s next attack arrived.
“Projectile Nen: Storm!”
Blades of wind whipped around the white-haired youth, carving into his already battered body.
Now he was in a truly miserable state. His clothes were shredded, wounds covered him, blood everywhere, his footing unsteady...
Few would recognize him as the same white-haired youth who had earlier fought the Phantom Troupe with such dominance and composure.
Franklin glanced toward Ron.
“Looks like he hasn’t even gone all out... Could the boss really reach this level? Or is Ron already beyond him?”
“What a terrifying talent...”
Franklin couldn’t quite understand it. And part of him didn’t want to accept it.
Still, the white-haired youth had not surrendered. His eyes remained firm.
“Impressive,” Ron said, watching him.
In terms of abilities, the white-haired youth was naturally countered by Natsu and Sasuke. The bone blades couldn’t fatally injure nen beasts, and Ron could restore them with aura. And when it came to aura reserves, few of their level could match Ron.
Natsu and Sasuke had both attacked with full strength, again and again. Ron’s support through projectile Nen only added to the pressure. And yet, the white-haired youth still stood.
“That alone sets him apart from the other bio-experiments,” Ron thought. “He must be one of their most successful cases.”
“But it won’t last much longer.”
With a thought, Ron summoned another nen beast.
“Lampent. Go.”
Under his command, the ghost-like Lampent floated toward Sasuke and the white-haired youth.
“Oil Mist.”
A thick fog spread out, engulfing the area. It obscured vision, disrupted aura perception, and had highly corrosive properties.
Ron stepped into the mist. While Sasuke began his attack.
“Chidori Stream!”
More lightning struck the white-haired youth.
Ron came up behind him, aura gathering in his fist. He swung hard.
At the last moment, the white-haired youth created a bone shield.
Boom!
Ron’s punch hit the shield.
It held for just a second then
Crack!
A fracture appeared. Then it shattered entirely.
Ron’s fist landed squarely on the youth’s back.
Thud!
The force caved in the impact point, crushing bone and damaging internal organs.
Blood gushed from the youth’s mouth. He began to fall.
Ron placed a hand on his shoulder.
In the next instant, the white-haired youth vanished—transported into Sumas’s space, sealed within the pyramid like the others.
Ron gave another mental command.
The mist vanished.
Sasuke disappeared.
Lampent disappeared.
Only Natsu remained and quickly moved to Ron’s side.
The Phantom Troupe turned their eyes toward him.
“It’s over?”
“That’s it?”
Ron’s appearance had been overwhelming. His suppression of the experimental squad was absolute. For a moment, the Troupe couldn’t believe what they’d seen.
These enemies, who had given them so much trouble—Ron had defeated one so easily?
Was Ron just that strong?
Or were they just that weak?
Ron glanced at Chrollo and the others, then turned and began walking away from the battlefield.
“Ron, you helped us... and you want nothing in return?” Chrollo called out.
Ron didn’t look back. He just waved his hand.
“Don't worry I don't do missions for free. Someone already paid me.”
