Machi and Quoll also followed.
No matter what the final result of this battle was... The two of them needed to witness it with their own eyes.
Chrollo carried the fate of the Troupe on his shoulders... He himself was also very clear about this.
If he won... He could at least take Machi away, but Quoll would most likely die.
Because Oboro and Hisoka's deal shouldn't include other people.
If he lost... The Troupe would be completely annihilated.
No... That wasn't right. At least Uvogin and Nobunaga were still alive.
But Chrollo wasn't sure if Oboro had also made arrangements on Hero Island's side. If he had deployed things in advance... Right now, Uvogin and Nobunaga might already be dead.
The group of them returned to the square in front of the palace. It was just that the ghostly mist was howling all around, and it was impossible to see the nearby environment clearly. Oboro had only intentionally let the mist disperse, creating a battlefield that was several hundred meters in size, to be used as a ring for the two of them to fight.
In the distance, you could still hear gunshots.
It was Duane, who had escaped the disaster, and was still using his Nen ability to control the hypnotized targets to block the mafia members who were attacking the gate, completely unaware of everything.
However, the area covered by the ghostly mist that Oboro had released was really too large. Not to mention the entire palace, even the entire hillside was already shrouded in clouds and mist, making it difficult to distinguish directions when you were in it... It had a certain impact on the battle situation between Duane and the mafia.
"You actually did it." Seeing Chrollo and Hisoka walk into the arena one after the other, Illumi came to Oboro's side, and opened his mouth.
He was only referring to Oboro breaking through Silva and Zeno's entanglement.
"There's nothing to be surprised about. Those two from your family are still very strong... It's just that they don't understand my abilities very well."
Oboro directly pulled over a corpse to use as a cushion, and said softly.
"Hmm... That's right. Judging from your strength just now, it's not difficult to do this... I underestimated you."
Illumi nodded, and said very sincerely.
The two of them didn't dwell on this topic. After all, it was a little sensitive.
As a member of the Zoldyck family, Oboro arriving at the battlefield meant that his father and grandfather's mission had failed.
It was the first time.
"Those two... Aren't you going to kill them?"
Illumi's gaze also glanced at Quoll and Machi, who were standing together a distance away.
The woman was staring at her Leader, and her expression was especially nervous.
In Illumi's opinion, no matter who lived or died between Hisoka and Chrollo, the final say was in Oboro's hands.
This man dominated everything in the game.
If it were him, even if he had promised Hisoka, he would still eliminate the remaining Spiders to eliminate future troubles.
"Apart from Hisoka, I also promised another person."
Oboro didn't say it clearly.
"That person... Is named Kurapika, right?"
Illumi understood.
Throughout the Hunter Exam, the only person that Illumi had truly remembered was Gon...
"Hmm."
"Your disciple?"
"No, I'm just helping him out of kindness."
"You're being kind?"
"..."
Oboro.
"Who do you think will win?"
Oboro changed the subject.
"If we're just talking about strength, based on my understanding of the two of them, Chrollo can't beat Hisoka... However, judging from this battle, I think there's a greater possibility that Hisoka will die." Illumi stroked his chin, and said seriously.
"How do you say that?"
Oboro asked knowingly.
His thoughts and Illumi's should be consistent.
"First of all, Chrollo is a very meticulous person. That person's Nen ability is a little special. The jelly beans that he fed him should have some kind of very powerful effect. After all... This trump card was used to deal with you! And the difference between Hisoka and your strength is still very obvious... Under this premise, it will inevitably be more difficult for him to deal with danger that is far beyond his level."
What Illumi was emphasizing in his words was Quoll's existence.
"I've contacted Chrollo a few times... I still have some understanding of him. In that kind of situation just now, if he didn't have absolute confidence, he wouldn't have fought Hisoka... He would have transferred the power to decide life and death to Hisoka's hands, and pursued a glimmer of hope. Or he would have resisted desperately. Even if he was killed by you, it would have been better than being captured without a fight... Don't look at his refined appearance. In reality, he has a very tough personality, and he doesn't take death seriously. The fact that he's facing the battle now just shows that he has the certainty of victory... He can kill Hisoka, avenge his companions, and then leave calmly."
"Finally... This person joined the Troupe, which shows that Chrollo had been planning how to deal with you long ago... He had a trace of anticipation for your appearance. In other words, he himself... Must have prepared some means, but you suddenly appeared, and killed several people in an instant with swift and decisive actions, disintegrating and shattering his thoughts... So he didn't resist at all, and didn't expose anything."
Illumi pointed at Quoll again.
"Of course, my guess isn't absolute... I haven't seen all of Hisoka's strength either. It's just that... The advantages he has on the surface are relatively small."
"Illumi..."
Oboro suddenly smiled.
"Hmm?"
"Judging from your tone... You wouldn't have used that thing to do something to yourself, would you?"
Oboro's eyes had a trace of scrutiny, and he stared at the long-haired man with a poker face in a thought-provoking manner.
That thing... Was naturally Alluka.
Back then, when he had gone to Kukuroo Mountain, it had revealed a small part of Killua and Alluka's relationship in advance. This situation would definitely create some variables.
It was the butterfly effect, huh...
"It's about to begin!"
Illumi looked at him for a moment, and suddenly turned his head to look at the arena, and reminded him.
He didn't answer directly.
"Heh..."
Oboro raised an eyebrow.
He was still looking forward to this battle. They were two important characters who had outstanding personality charm in the original story.
This was also one of the reasons why he had agreed to Hisoka.
First of all, in the original story, the reason why Chrollo was able to win against Hisoka was because he hadn't agreed to a deathmatch from the beginning, and had made a lot of preparations... Such as collecting abilities, and choosing the venue, etc. Secondly, he also had help in secret. But now, these advantages no longer existed... If it was just like this, Chrollo would definitely lose.
Hisoka's current trajectory of fate had already deviated... His hard power in the Troupe was at a crushing level.
However, just like what Illumi had analyzed, the backup plan that Chrollo had prepared for himself had accidentally been transferred to Hisoka.
This was enough to make the scales tilt... And turn the tide of the battle.
...
The square under their feet was surrounded by mist, but the night sky above their heads was exposed.
A cool breeze swept past, mixed with a strong smell of blood... The vision wasn't empty. There were also a large number of corpses scattered about, and overturned banquet tables, which was the scene of carnage that had been created by Duane and Quoll before.
Chrollo's long hair was blown by the wind. He looked at his opponent, who was standing opposite him, had already burst out with Nen, and was holding playing cards in his hand, and said lightly, "Hisoka, can you answer me a question?"
"Say it."
Hisoka licked the corners of his mouth, and an eerie red glow appeared in his eyes.
"If there was no Oboro, you wouldn't have dared to reveal your true colors, and start a war with me, right?"
"That's right... After all, there were always two people following you. It was difficult for me to find an opportunity to attack."
"Then I understand."
Chrollo smiled lightly.
He took his hands out of his coat pockets, and used his Nen ability, Skill Hunter.
He held the manifested book.
"I'm very glad that you can answer me... As a reward, I'll tell you the result first. This... Will be your burial ground."
Including himself, there were three members, which made Hisoka somewhat wary. Chrollo had a rough estimate of Hisoka's strength.
He could see that Hisoka wasn't hiding anything.
He was telling the truth.
Because if it was Oboro, even if all the members of their Troupe were there, he would still attack...
This was the difference.
And the trump card that he had used to target Oboro was now being used on Hisoka... It was just a small test of his abilities.
Chrollo's attitude and the tone of his sentence... Was actually a kind of humiliation.
Hisoka's expression also turned cold.
Chrollo had keenly perceived his thoughts.
He had seen through his intentions... So he was comparing him with Oboro.
He was implying that he and Oboro weren't on the same level at all. The reason why the Troupe had lost this time was only because of Oboro... Not you, Hisoka.
Don't put gold on your face, and get too cocky...
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