Zeno's close-quarters suppression tactics didn't work.
Ten meters away, the two stood facing each other.
Zeno's hands were cupped in front of him, palms facing each other, as purple Nen surged from his body, condensing into a fist-sized ball of light between his palms.
The ball of light continuously rotated and compressed, its color changing from light purple to deep purple.
Since close combat wasn't working, he would play to his strengths.
For an Emitter, the most suitable combat style is long-range suppression.
If you can't win, don't try to force a confrontation in a Domain where you aren't skilled.
Leo watched Zeno's movements and didn't pursue.
He stood there with his hands in his pockets, calmly watching the purple ball of light take shape.
This was Zeno's Move, "Dragon Head Signage"—condensing Nen into the shape of a dragon for long-range manipulation and tracking attacks.
It wasn't a straightforward Nen Bullet, but a Nen attack that could turn, change speed, and be freely controlled.
The old man was planning to fight a war of attrition with him.
Zeno extended his hands forward, two fingers outstretched in a peculiar hand gesture.
The purple ball of light instantly elongated and transformed into a purple Nen dragon, appearing on his arm and spreading along his shoulder across his entire upper body.
The dragon's head reared up, aiming at Leo.
"Dragon Lance."
Zeno pushed his palms forward.
The purple Nen dragon shot out from him toward Leo.
Its mouth gaped wide, aiming straight for Leo's chest.
Leo grinned.
He stood there, motionless.
The purple Nen dragon flew before him, its mouth nearly biting into his chest.
He raised his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and smashed it against the dragon's head.
Bang!
The Nen dragon instantly dissipated into countless purple specks of light, scattering in the air like fireflies before slowly vanishing.
There was no explosion, no shockwave—just a single, clean punch.
Zeno's expression changed.
He hadn't expected Leo to see through the weakness of this Move instantly.
The essence of Dragon Lance lay not in its power, but in its persistence.
As long as it wasn't broken apart, it would track the target until he released it.
If Leo chose to dodge, Dragon Lance would turn and track him, constantly hounding him to drain his stamina and energy.
But he chose to shatter it with a punch—directly attacking the core of the Nen, dismantling the Move from its source.
This wasn't luck; it was experience and judgment.
This young man was more terrifying than the data suggested.
Sliva didn't hesitate.
The moment he saw Leo shatter Dragon Lance, his hands had already condensed a massive amount of Nen.
Two purple Nen Bullets the size of millstones formed in his palms, spinning at high speed and emitting a low hum.
Using the strength of his arms, he threw both Nen Bullets simultaneously.
The Nen Bullets trailed blinding streaks of light, flying toward Leo from the left and right.
Pincer-attacking from both sides, they sealed off Leo's space to dodge.
Zeno didn't pause.
His hands condensed Nen once more, and another purple Nen dragon took shape.
This time, he had the Nen dragon fly low, skimming the ground toward Leo's lower body.
Three lines of attack—high, middle, and low—arrived at once.
Leo timed it perfectly, extending both hands and slapping each Nen Bullet.
Bang! Bang!
With two dull thuds, the Nen Bullets didn't dissipate but flew back in the opposite direction even faster, straight toward Sliva.
Sliva dodged to the side, the Nen Bullets grazing his shoulder before exploding in the ruins behind him, erupting into two fireballs.
Rubble flew and dust filled the air; his hair was blown back by the blast, but his expression remained unchanged.
Zeno's Nen dragon reached Leo's feet at that moment.
Just before contact, the Nen dragon suddenly exploded. It wasn't a dissipation but an explosion—countless small Nen Bullets burst from the dragon's body, pouring over Leo like a torrential rain.
Leo raised an eyebrow.
He hadn't expected Zeno to change his Move so suddenly.
This wasn't Dragon Lance; it was "Dragon Dive"—turning the Nen dragon into a mobile bomb that splits into countless small Nen Bullets upon nearing the target, attacking from all directions simultaneously.
It was impossible to dodge; he could only tank it.
Leo didn't dodge.
Nen flowed over his body, forming a dense layer of protection.
Dozens, even hundreds of Nen Bullets instantly submerged him, striking his body, arms, and head, setting off a series of explosions.
Boom boom boom boom!!
The sounds of explosions were continuous, blasting rubble into the air and sending dust skyward.
Sliva didn't stop.
He continued to condense Nen Bullets in his hands, throwing them one after another toward Leo's direction in a frenzy.
It wasn't aiming; it was carpet-bombing.
He knew Leo wouldn't be defeated by an attack of this level, but he needed suppression. He needed to keep Leo from counterattacking and create an opening for Zeno.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Nen Bullet after Nen Bullet slammed into Leo's position, the fire from the explosions merging into a single sheet that swallowed the entire area.
Zeno looked up and pointed his right index finger toward the sky.
A golden giant Nen dragon shot from his fingertip, soaring into the sky and circling once.
That dragon was larger and brighter than the previous purple one, reflecting blinding light under the sun.
It flew high above, its head pointing down, aimed at Leo's position.
"Dragon Dive: Meteor."
The golden giant dragon dived down, smashing toward Leo's location like a meteorite.
BOOM!!!
The ground trembled, and the shockwave of the explosion spread instantly, uprooting surrounding trees and tearing them to shreds in mid-air.
Rubble, dirt, and sod were swept up by the shockwave and sent flying in all directions, destroying everything within a radius of several hundred meters.
Seeing this from a distance, Kalluto's face turned as pale as paper.
His body trembled, from his fingers to his arms to his entire being, shaking uncontrollably.
His mouth opened, and he let out a hoarse cry.
"Leo!!!"
His voice was swallowed by the sound of the explosions.
He stared intently at the fire, his eyes turning red and his lip bleeding from being bitten.
The bombardment lasted for a full minute.
Sliva stopped throwing.
His breathing was slightly heavier than before, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Continuously releasing large Nen Bullets was a significant drain, even for him.
Zeno also withdrew his hands and stood beside Sliva, the two of them watching the area shrouded in smoke and dust.
The smoke and dust slowly cleared.
A figure with a bare upper body slowly emerged from the dust.
Leo stood there, his feet sunk deep into the cracked ground, surrounded by a giant crater dozens of meters in diameter.
His clothes had been completely shredded in the bombardment, revealing his lean and powerful upper body.
Black linear patterns covered his body, slithering across his skin like living things, spreading from his neck to his chest, arms, and abdomen, forming a complex and mysterious design.
At the moment he tanked the explosion, he activated "Final Moment."
The moment the black patterns covered his body, he activated "Conversion"—Defense, doubled.
Those Nen Bullets hitting him couldn't shake Leo in the slightest.
Sliva and Zeno's alternating Nen Bullet bombardments had only caused him some minor injuries.
Seeing Leo's figure, tears welled up in Kalluto's eyes.
His lips trembled, unable to speak; he just stared intently at the man walking out of the dust and smiled.
Blood slowly seeped from various parts of Leo's body.
On his shoulders, arms, and back, dozens of small wounds dripped blood onto the rubble, making soft sounds.
But the edges of those wounds interlaced and healed.
The blood stopped instantly, and the wounds shrank and vanished at a pace visible to the naked eye.
In less than thirty seconds, Leo was fully restored.
His skin was smooth, without a single scar.
Sliva's pupils contracted slightly.
He looked at the healing wounds on Leo's body, the black patterns, and that still-calm face, his heart surging with unprecedented shock.
Normally, no one could survive an uninterrupted Nen Bullet bombardment from the two of them.
He had absolute confidence in his own attack power, and his father Zeno's attacks were among the strongest area-of-effect techniques.
The combination of the two was enough to destroy any defense.
But Leo had only sustained minor injuries.
And those minor injuries healed in the blink of an eye.
This was the "cheating" nature of an Enhancer, and Leo was a top-tier specimen among them; as long as he couldn't be killed instantly, he would recover in a flash, remaining invincible.
"This..."
Sliva's voice was very low, audible only to himself.
Zeno didn't speak.
He looked at Leo and the black patterns; his expression didn't change, but his fingers tightened slightly.
He had lived for most of his life and seen countless powerful individuals.
Netero, Beyond, Maha Zoldyck, Ging, Biscuit, and those other top-tier powerhouses.
But none were like Leo—possessing a strength that couldn't be crushed no matter what methods were used.
His attacks wouldn't hit, and even when they did, they couldn't break through the defense.
Sliva's sneak attacks were ineffective, and the Nen Bullet bombardment resulted only in superficial wounds.
And those superficial wounds healed in an instant.
How do you even fight this battle?
Leo rolled his shoulders, his bones making a slight clicking sound.
He looked up at Sliva and Zeno, the corners of his mouth curling slightly.
"Are you finished?"
His voice was very calm.
"It's my turn."