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Chapter 612
🕑 Added 2025-06-15 15:05:02 +0000 UTCChapter 612
For the ordinary members of the Underworld Mafia, facing Uvogin was like being struck from a higher dimension. They were not even on the same level. In terms of strength, speed, defense—he crushed them on every front.
Ron appeared in an inconspicuous corner, concealing his presence with In. Beside him, Chii was doing the same. Following Ron's instructions, Chii continued recording.
Ron watched Uvogin's massacre of the Underworld Mafia members and, for a moment, became absentminded. In his previous life, witnessing a scene like this had felt incredibly shocking. But now, Ron found it a little dull.
Cries of agony, the sound of bodies colliding, bones breaking, and blood spraying—each noise followed one after another.
At that moment, more members of the Underworld Mafia arrived.
“What the hell is going on?”
“That guy—is he a monster?”
Their eyes widened in disbelief.
“Shoot him! Shoot!”
In a panic, they paid no mind to their own comrades and opened fire altogether. Triggers were pulled, and a barrage of bullets poured toward Uvogin.
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
But then something happened that none of them expected. The bullets struck Uvogin’s body—yet did absolutely nothing. It was like hitting a steel wall. No, Uvogin’s body seemed even tougher than steel.
A sniper was hidden in the shadows, carefully aiming at Uvogin. Holding his breath, he waited for the perfect opportunity. In the brief instant Uvogin paused, the sniper pulled the trigger.
“Bang!”
The sniper round flew straight toward Uvogin's head and hit. His head tilted slightly under the impact—but that was all. Not even a scratch was left behind.
Picking up a rock from the ground, Uvogin counterattacked. The stone pierced the sniper’s forehead effortlessly.
“Even a sniper rifle can’t hurt him?”
“Then try this instead!”
A member of the Underworld Mafia appeared, carrying a rocket launcher.
“This thing can blow up a tank with no problem!”
“Die!”
The rocket was fired.
Uvogin didn’t dodge. He simply raised one hand. His aura surged.
“Boom!”
A massive explosion rang out.
In the next second, the smoke cleared—Uvogin stood unscathed, save for a few superficial abrasions.
Ron’s eyes flickered slightly.
“His defensive capability really is impressive. Took a rocket head-on and barely took any damage. Even I can’t manage that right now. But then again, defense has never been my strong suit. Whether it’s a sniper rifle or a rocket launcher, there’s no way they’d land a hit on me anyway. I can’t do it, but Natsu, or Sasuke with Susanoo activated—they definitely could.”
Not far away, Kurapika’s eyes widened.
“What kind of defense is this? He took a rocket directly and nothing happened. Is this really someone I can defeat?”
A sliver of doubt crept into Kurapika’s heart.
Dalzollene, too, showed a look of extreme shock. As the head bodyguard of the Nostrade Family, someone whom the Nostrade Family held in high regard, Dalzollene wasn’t weak by any means. As an Enhancement-type Nen user, he could tank bullets. But only a dozen or so—more than that and he’d struggle.
Compared to Uvogin’s current display, there was no comparison. Sniper rifles and rockets? Dalzollene couldn’t handle either.
“He’s strong.”
Dalzollene’s expression turned deadly serious.
“This isn’t something we can deal with.”
Many of the Underworld Mafia members, upon seeing this, turned and fled in panic. They didn’t dare stay any longer.
Suddenly, the ground beside them began to stir.
“What the—?”
Everyone looked.
A figure emerged from the earth.
A man—but his appearance was strange. He wore little clothing, was bald, and his entire body was slick and shiny, his eyes tinged yellow. He looked like an earthworm, squirming up from the ground. Any ordinary person would have been repulsed. Luckily, no one here was ordinary.
“I’m Worm, one of the Shadow Beasts.”
“Who are you people?”
Everyone’s gaze shifted to Dalzollene.
“We’re bodyguards of the Nostrade Family,” Dalzollene replied.
Worm nodded slightly. “It looks like you all can use Nen. But it’s best not to interfere. These people aren’t ordinary thieves—they’ve made killing a part of their lives.”
Another figure walked over. Short, lean, with hands in his pockets. As he spoke, his teeth—sharper than normal—were visible.
“To put it more accurately, they’re professional killers.”
Hearing that term, Kurapika immediately thought of Killua, Ron, and Illumi.
“Killua might not be a match for a Phantom Troupe member yet. But Ron and Illumi—their strength should surpass most of them.”
The youth stopped in front of the group.
“I’m a member of the Shadow Beasts—Rabid Dog.”
Next came a short, stockier figure.
“Only professionals can handle professionals.”
“I’m Porcupine.”
And then the fourth appeared.
“I’m Leech.”
“You can leave those guys to us Shadow Beasts.”
With that, the four headed toward Uvogin’s direction.
Dalzollene breathed a sigh of relief.
“If the Shadow Beasts are stepping in, then there shouldn’t be any problem.”
Uvogin’s strength was undeniable. But just now, when those four appeared, Dalzollene had felt immense pressure. He knew he wouldn’t be a match for any one of them.
“Let’s hope the Shadow Beasts can finish off those bastards quickly.”
But Kurapika continued to frown.
Because according to Hisoka’s assessment, the Shadow Beasts were far inferior to the members of the Phantom Troupe.
Can they really win?
There were more than just four Phantom Troupe members. Even in terms of numbers, the Shadow Beasts were at a disadvantage.
At that moment, Uvogin was still chasing down and slaughtering the ordinary members of the Underworld Mafia.
Suddenly, the ground behind him surged.
A figure abruptly emerged from below, directly behind Uvogin.
He turned instinctively.
A fist flew toward Uvogin’s face with brutal force.
“Bang!”
Worm was quite satisfied with the power behind his punch.
But as his fist connected with Uvogin’s face, Worm suddenly realized—something was wrong.
