"I understand."
On the grass, after answering Hisoka's call, Oboro slowly put his phone into his pocket.
Zeno and Silva noticed his movements, and their expressions condense.
Then, they saw the man in a suit, who had been lying on the ground, looking at the starry sky, stand up.
"Finally couldn't hold back, huh? I knew that you kid wouldn't stay put..." The old man Zeno snorted.
"Such a beautiful night view, you two really don't know how to appreciate it at all..."
Oboro quipped.
"The people from the Phantom Troupe are already causing a ruckus in my territory... Even if you two let me go now, it wouldn't be a problem."
"No way... We can't treat you like an ordinary person. The Zoldycks have never failed. For the sake of insurance... We have to wait until dawn tomorrow." Silva saw that Oboro had released his Nen, and also slowly stood up, and said in a deep voice.
This!
Along with Oboro's Nen, what also erupted was the ghostly green mist that spread from his feet.
Silva and Zeno's hearts were touched. From the time they had met Oboro until now... Oboro hadn't released his Nen all along. The two of them had only observed that Oboro's body strength was extraordinary with their eyes. But at this time, when the other party's Nen truly burst out... The two of them realized that they had still underestimated Oboro's strength.
If Silva's Nen was an erupting volcano, then Oboro's Nen, which symbolized life energy, was a tsunami that stirred up ocean currents... It was so turbulent and surging that it couldn't be described with words.
It was even more terrifying than Zeno's vitality!
The old man's expression changed drastically. He hadn't expected that Oboro, a junior who had joined the Hunter Association and risen to prominence in just a few years... Would actually have this kind of level.
In this instant, he had the illusion that he was facing Netero directly... Although the aura between the two was different, the threat they gave off wasn't much different.
Zeno and the two of them's Nen also burst out wildly, colliding with the pressure that Oboro was spreading.
The grass in the field was like a lake with ripples, being blown by a strong wind.
Zeno raised his hands, blocked in front of him, and resisted the wind force... He glared, and stared at Oboro.
"Dragon Head Show Picture Tooth Thrust!"
Zeno roared, and stretched out his hands. His majestic Nen transformed into a giant dragon, and instantly tore the ghosts to shreds, and pounced towards Oboro.
Silva also disappeared from his original spot at the same time.
In an instant, he flashed to the side of a mafia Nen ability user who hadn't yet come back to his senses, and with a flick of his arm, this person's entire upper body was instantly erased.
However, Zeno's Nen dragon hit the ground, stirring up a piece of soil, and leaving a large pit.
But there was no sign of Oboro.
When Zeno tried to look again, everything in front of him was green, and incredibly chaotic.
It was all thick mist.
Moreover, ghosts were constantly probing out from the mist, and were letting out roars and howls, attempting to release a kind of mental attack on the two of them.
En!
Zeno immediately used the Nen technique, and spread his aura, sensing the moving objects within a certain range. His En, at full power, could cover a radius far exceeding three hundred meters around him! The diameter exceeded half a kilometer!
"Hmm?"
Immediately after, Zeno's expression changed.
Something unexpected had happened...
His Nen seemed unable to break through the miasma that had been evolved from this ghost mist. It was greatly affected. Even though he wasn't holding back at all... His En only expanded to about a hundred meters. Any further, and he would feel strained, and it would be difficult to improve.
"This mist..."
Zeno realized that this ghost mist was some kind of ability of Oboro's, and had a special effect.
With a bang,
The ghostly shadows that were still swaying in the mist in front of him disappeared, and were blown away by a terrifying wave of air. Silva stepped over.
He had taken care of the few pieces of trash beside Oboro first.
But in just the blink of an eye, the person was already gone.
"Scatter!"
Zeno said.
The two of them's speed exploded, and they pierced into the thick fog.
The father and son immediately searched in different directions, covering half of the area. Oboro's Nen ability must have spread out with him as the center. In other words, as long as the mist was still there, the person must be nearby!
It was just that the old man had greatly underestimated the area that the ghost mist could sweep over... He had originally thought that the area it covered was two or three hundred meters, which just exceeded the limit that his En could probe. However, after a burst of speeding and running, the distance had already increased to about a kilometer, and the ghost mist still existed... He still hadn't found where Oboro was hiding.
He and Silva had almost swept through the entire semicircular area with a radius of over a kilometer in less than half a minute. They were already inhuman.
He still hadn't seen Oboro... Which could only mean one thing.
The range of the ghost mist was even larger than a kilometer!
"Dragon Swarm!"
Zeno's eyes narrowed. He instantly gathered his strength, and with a wave of his hand, he shouted loudly.
Thick Nen gushed out, and shot straight into the sky, forming several Nen dragons in mid-air. As soon as these soaring dragons appeared, they exploded like fireworks. Then, countless Nen balls fell like a rain curtain. The power of these Nen balls far exceeded ordinary artillery shells... They fell densely.
When they crashed into the sea of mist, they made the green mist and ghostly shadows disappear like melting snow.
Making the surrounding environment that could be seen become clear.
It was also at this time... That Zeno discovered that in a direction not far from him, a radiance had risen up at some point.
Zeno's mouth twitched, and he thought of something.
He rushed towards that direction.
A few seconds later, after arriving at the place, he saw Oboro standing under the illumination of the fluorescent light with a smile on his face, his hands in his pockets, looking at him, who had appeared late.
"Sorry... I have something to deal with over there, so I won't be keeping you company to enjoy the scenery. The starry sky here at night is really nice. If you're not in a hurry to go back... You might as well stay a little longer."
Oboro looked at the old man, who had a solemn expression, "There's always a first time for everything... If I don't say anything, outsiders won't know. Your Zoldyck family's signboard still doesn't have any blemishes."
After these words, with a whoosh, Oboro disappeared from Zeno's sight along with a trail of light.
Just two seconds after he had left, a gust of wind swept over, and Silva arrived beside his father.
"..."
The two of them were silent.
Apart from the occasional chirping of insects and birds, everything was quiet in the mountain.
"He's gone?"
Silva.
"Hmm... He's gone."
Zeno's aura, which had been tense and ready to attack, suddenly disappeared, and he returned to the demeanor of an ordinary old man, and sighed.
He had failed.
It was the Zoldyck family's only mission failure in history.
However, Zeno and Silva were both very calm, and didn't have any emotional fluctuations.
Zeno didn't say anything, and turned to leave.
Silva followed.
"Was that light just now also his ability? He should have returned to the Fels family residence. In other words... It's a means of long-distance teleportation. If this is also a manifestation of his Nen ability, then how did he do it? What exactly is the essence of his Nen ability?"
On the way, the two of them headed home in the night, and Silva asked.
"You're asking me?"
Zeno replied unhappily, "Even if you were to ask Netero, he wouldn't know."
"The next time, if there's another mission related to him, we have to call that one at home along..."
"Hmm."
Silva nodded.
"Although there was mist blocking it, his moving speed was too fast... From this point of view, his flesh strength exceeds mine, and is about the same as yours, Dad? His aura is also above mine..."
"His speed is also faster than mine... Apart from his aura, the strength of his Nen isn't below mine either... It's just that his Nen ability is a little strange. I was momentarily distracted, and he took advantage of the opportunity." Zeno said.
"If it was a one-on-one situation, would you have the confidence to kill him, Dad?"
"I can feel that... He still can't compare to that old ghost Netero, but given his Nen ability... It's a fifty-fifty split."
Silva knew that his dad was serious... But hearing this answer, he still couldn't help but change his expression slightly.
Zeno cared about his face...
Saying that it was a fifty percent chance of winning, but I'm afraid that... If they really fought, Dad would definitely be at a disadvantage.
"His fee has to be doubled at least..."
"Yes."
"However, how exactly did he cultivate? Judging from the information we received, and his age... Even if he started coming into contact with Nen from a young age... It's a little too advanced."
"Don't think so much. Let's notify the employer."
"Yes."
Although the mission had failed, and had become a blemish,
The rules were the rules... The Zoldyck family didn't really care about this. They were just very unhappy.
"He's not answering."
After dialing Chrollo's number, Silva waited for a while, and discovered that no one was answering.
"Anyway, he's a dead man. We don't need to return the money first..."
"Okay."
...
Fels family residence.
The members of the Troupe were all sluggish in place, looking at the gradually dispersing and fading halo above their heads.
And... At the man who had suddenly appeared on top of a palace dome in front of them.
A large area of ghostly mist rippled around the man, and the mist spread, blocking the sky, causing the light to dim instantly.
Not only that, but as the mist rolled and stretched, one after another, ferocious wandering souls flew out, filling the heavens and the earth.
The temperature in the air seemed to have dropped to freezing point.
Chrollo's heart turned cold.
The phone in his pocket was ringing...
But there was no need to answer it anymore.
On top of the dome, Oboro took a few steps forward, squatted down, and looked down at the ground, at the faces of the Spiders who were stunned, and looking at him.
Especially Chrollo.
Oboro took a deep breath, and the strong smell of blood poured into his nostrils.
"You really... Killed a lot of people. How is it? Are you having fun with the toys that I gave you for free...?"
He took off his sunglasses, and said with a soft smile, "Since everyone is so interested, do you mind... If I join in?"
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