"Illumi, young master!"
"Focus!"
A bright flash of a blade cut through, slicing the bullet aimed at Wutong in half along its tip.
"Clang~" The shell fell to the ground... Roy spun his staff blade with one hand, without hesitation, and thrust forward again—
Aiming directly at the woman's face.
Wutong silently cursed himself for his stupidity for getting distracted by Illumi's sudden appearance and being saved by the young master at a crucial moment... Enraged, he pulled out a handful of coins from his pocket, flicked his thumb against his forefinger, and launched them fiercely... The coins, enveloped in "Nen," were fired off rapidly...
In less than two seconds, he turned the entire compartment into a sieve!
The disguised terrorist posing as a passenger fell, while the remaining girl tilted her head to dodge the steel fork Illumi threw.
"That's my prey." Missing the attack,
Illumi kicked open the door, entered, brushed past Wutong's shoulder, and stabbed his hand blade fiercely towards the girl's chest.
Slow... Too slow... Beyond seven steps, the gun is fast; within seven steps, the gun is both fast and accurate!
"Let's see if I can't turn you into pieces!" The girl conjured another gun with her left hand and started a wild barrage at Illumi.....
The bullets poured out relentlessly, giving Illumi no chance to get close.
The young man had to retract his hand blade midway, flip and hide behind the overturned table for temporary cover...
This is... Without me, you guys can't manage?
"If only your strength matched your big talk." The sharp "Thrust" of practice three times a day pierced into the woman's forehead like a thunderbolt, with Roy flashing faster than Illumi, slashing the "Controlled Body" of "Joker"!
"So fast!" "Joker" didn't even react before activating the "Nenryoku" again, manipulating dozens of children to surround him: "Roy Zoldyck, we didn't intend to be your enemy, it was your sudden appearance that disrupted our plans."
"Be wise, leave on your own, or I will slaughter them!"
"Joker's" "Possession" had "depth" and "shallow" types, the "depth" destroyed consciousness, while the "shallow" temporarily occupied without harming itself... The Zoldyck are renowned worldwide for rarely harming the innocent except their targets...
Brandon took advantage of this mindset, using ordinary people to shield him,
But you still need to be able to block this "blade" first!
With a layer of "Sense" covering his eyes, Roy saw clearly, these kids had consumed candies, acting like puppets driven by "Nen Line," traced back to the airship's upper deck as the source!
"Sun Breathing: First Form: Dance!" With the staff blade in hand, it rubbed against the air, igniting a circle of fire, scorching the air and burning the Nen Lines to nothingness... Roy swung his arm in arcs, without looking back, taking two steps in three strides with the staff blade, rushing out of the compartment towards the deck.
Leaving only Wutong wildly using coins to fend off the girl's bullet rain, covering for him....
Illumi, hiding behind the table, watched the scene, suddenly felt lost... Me? What can I do? It seemed like there was no need for him here anymore....
"Bang bang bang..." Bullets against coins, "Conjuration" against "Emission",
"Illumi, young master, if it gets tough, you can go to the cockpit to protect the captain..."
Wutong's voice drifted over... Illumi froze for two seconds, wanting to say no, took another glance... saw his grandfather Zeno walk in with arms behind his back: "No need for him, someone's guarding the cockpit."
Spending a tenth of his Nen, Zeno finally caught up with Tsubone.
Leaving the captain to Tsubone to prevent the airship from crashing.
He cleared the lackeys by himself and walked up....
Illumi: "..."
Frozen like a dumb goose.....
Zeno brushed past his shoulder and, piercingly asked: "Where's Roy?"
With a lift of his hand, he fired a Nen Bullet, hitting the girl, exploding her head into a mist of blood....
"Thump~" The girl smashed heavily onto the floor, blood gushing, splattering everywhere... Wutong sighed in relief, pointing at the deck...
The two left the compartment one after the other, leaving the young man alone in the ruins, not snapping back to reality for a long while.
A moment later, he found a clean corner, leaned against the wall, hugged his knees, and merged into the shadows...
....
In the near future... A certain fruit farmer once rated....
"Enhancement": Simple-minded, physically strong.
"Transmutation": Fickle, full of lies.
"Emission": Impatient, rough and rash.
"Manipulation": Does as they please, loves to reason.
Therefore, being a "Manipulation" type, Brandon, upon realizing he and his group were at a disadvantage, tried in vain to convince Roy with "reasoning."
Unfortunately... The opponent's blade was too fast and sharp, giving no chance for persuasion.
So the only thing left was... battle!
"Buzz..." The propellers shredded the air, kicking up gusts of wind...
On the upper deck of the airship, Brandon stood in formation, observing Roy carrying his staff blade, walking calmly yet steadily, abandoning "manipulation," fully withdrawing the Nen from other "Controlled Bodies", flicking his thumb against his forefinger, snapping a "Nen Bullet".
The adjacent type to "Manipulation" was "Emission" and "Specialization." With special training, it could exert eighty percent of "Emission" power, sending the "Nen Bullet" fast and urgently at Roy's heart.
"Ding—" With a crisp sound, the "Nen Bullet" was cleaved in half by Roy's staff blade, covered in "Nen".
Then, one, two, three, "Ding... ding... ding... ding....." The blade moved freely...
Brandon's "Nen Bullets" grew weaker due to Nen depletion, while Roy navigated skillfully with his swordsmanship, drawing closer.
At a certain moment, he halted his steps,
Brandon followed, a tense expression enveloping his face...
"Within three meters, your blade is faster, but... now, at the critical moment, has the noble Zoldyck finally thought to spare my life?" Brandon tore open his collar, exposing his chest, shouting: "Come on, stab here!"
Unlike the "my-way" of "Manipulation," it seemed more like the "impatient, rash" nature of "Emission"....
"Too hairy, afraid of dirtying my blade." Brandon's chest hair was so dense, it formed a black mass, obstructing vision.
Roy, leaning on the staff blade, straightforwardly said: "I know what you're thinking."
"Plan to take a severe injury to receive my blade, then use 'blade' as a medium to possess... right?"
"So what if it is?" Brandon showed no shame at having his thoughts exposed, keeping his stare fixed on Roy: "You don't dare come, I'll leave."
"Three meters is the boundary; this is the rule I set!"
Brandon said, slowly retreating... unbeknownst, a Flying Slash flickered by, in the next moment, his fine head flew off, just in time to see a blood geyser gushing from his neck!
"Sorry I forgot to tell you, my blade extends beyond three meters...."