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Chapter 629
🕑 Added 2025-06-24 15:00:15 +0000 UTCChapter 629
A massive swarm of spiders appeared on the battlefield. These were also Nen beasts, but their style differed significantly from the woman’s. Her Nen beasts were few in number, yet each one was powerful. In contrast, these spiders were individually weak but appeared in overwhelming numbers, creating a different combat dynamic. The woman relied on her beasts for direct offense, while the spiders were intended to restrain targets and create openings for the young man’s attacks.
The young man was more proficient with Nen bullets. Once a target was ensnared by the spiders, he would unleash Nen bullets at them. Because the target was held in place, evading his attacks became extremely difficult.
Pakunoda surged forward, eliminating numerous spiders, but their numbers were too great. Soon, her movements were restricted. The young man raised his hand and concentrated a great mass of aura in it—one could clearly sense the intensity and the power of the impending Nen bullet. Even a high-level Nen user like Pakunoda would be in serious trouble if struck.
“Go!”
The Nen bullet formed and shot toward Pakunoda.
At that moment, a figure appeared beside her.
“Devil’s Right Hand!”
A massive building suddenly materialized in front of Pakunoda—this was Kortopi’s ability. His Divine Left Hand, by touching an object, can memorize its shape, and the Demonic Right Hand can replicate that shape using aura—but only for inanimate or immobile objects.
“Bang!”
The Nen bullet struck the building, producing a tremendous crash. The tall, aura-constructed building suffered fatal damage and collapsed, then vanished mid-collapse since it was not a real structure. Kortopi’s intervention succeeded in absorbing the Nen bullet, sparing Pakunoda.
“Bang!”
A bullet whipped toward the young man. He tilted his head slightly and dodged. Turning, he saw Kortopi and Shalnark arriving as reinforcements.
“There are 3 of you?” he asked, raising a brow. “We were only supposed to fight 2 at a time”
“You guys aren’t very competent....or good at math” Shalnark responded.
In truth, both Pakunoda and Kortopi were among the lower ranks of the Phantom Troupe. Although with Shalnark they outnumbered their enemy, their combined strength was still weaker than teams like Phinks and Feitan or Uvogin and Nobunaga. It was an unavoidable choice for the Troupe.
Meanwhile, a woman raised her hand, forming a red ice wall. Franklin lifted both arms and activated his dual-mechanism Nen guns—countless Nen bullets filled the air. Franklin’s Nen bullet style differed entirely from the young man’s. To Shachmono Tocino, Franklin’s bullets were not only numerous but each carried immense power—but that was largely because Shachmono’s own strength was insufficient.
Franklin’s Nen bullets slammed into the red ice wall. A single bullet had no visible impact, but the cumulative force cracked and shattered the wall. Franklin alone managed to hold the woman in check. His attack distance exceeded hers, making it difficult for her to land a hit, and his bullets could even disrupt her Nen constructs.
However, this strategy had a critical flaw: Franklin’s aura consumption was significantly higher. Over time, he would fall into a disadvantageous position unless he found a decisive opening quickly. Given her strong defense, that seemed unlikely.
Facing Hooker was a distinctly abnormal opponent: a bio-experiment youth with two heads, three pairs of arms, and legs thick and unhuman in appearance.
“Are you another Product of Laboratory No. 2?” Hooker asked. “I sense a familiar aura on you.”
The dual-headed youth sniffed, then grinned. “You are Generation One; we are Generation Two.” He sneered. “We’re far more mature than you, and we’ll be far stronger. Die with honour under my hands!”
He charged at Hooker, who was overwhelmed and forced to retreat, slipping into a severe disadvantage. The two-headed youth pressed forward, and Hooker seemed on the brink of collapse—just then, Hisoka appeared.
“Elastic Love!”
A cluster of pink aura descended upon the dual-headed youth, linking to a massive boulder at the other end.
“Contract!”
The boulder, infused with Elastic Love, soared toward the dual-headed youth.
The youth’s expression darkened. He raised two of his arms.
“Bang!”
He caught the boulder coldly, then looked toward Hisoka before abandoning Hooker and charging at Hisoka.
Hooker, seeing Hisoka being pursued, rushed back to assist. The two of them engaged the dual-headed youth together. However, Hisoka did not unleash his full power; he was merely going through the motions. His real goal was to manipulate the bio-experiment squad into inflicting significant damage on the Phantom Troupe—to kill a few members and create an opening for a one-on-one duel with Chrollo.
In the distance, Ron stood with Elita at his side. He raised binoculars to observe the battlefield.
“This is definitely Oster’s experimental style,” he said. “These people emit an aura similar to Park’s. Yet there are traces of the previous Laboratory No. 2—Dandins’s research is in their makeup. The combination seems more effective.”
The battlefield was divided into six small skirmishes. The sixth, where two figures faced off, differed from the other five: on one side stood a black-haired youth, his expression calm yet concealing a hint of madness. Facing him was a white-haired youth, his face indifferent, his eyes reflecting a faint sense of death.
