Undoubtedly, Silva's words shattered Chrollo's last illusion of seeking external help, forcing him to seriously look at the silver-haired youth before him, who appeared strikingly beautiful, with even somewhat feminized features.
Allen was also observing the other man, particularly the anger and hatred radiating from his black eyes.
He was obviously aware of how "unconventional" his appearance was. But there was nothing he could do! This was a side effect of the fusion with the Night Elf bloodline.
Who could blame him? When he first created his game character, he deliberately customized a female with white hair, no facial tattoos, and the lightest skin color, just to make her "easier on the eyes." After all, what sane person would play a Night Elf male, whose movements and dance are notoriously sleazy?
Now, these traits were merging piece by piece with his human body. Or rather, from the moment he chose to cross over into this body, the system automatically found the one most similar to his character's appearance. Fortunately, this was only a change in appearance and didn't actually change his gender. Otherwise, things would have gotten ridiculous!
Similarly, Allen was extremely glad he hadn't listened to his "bad friends'" advice to play a Dwarf Hunter, Troll Hunter, Orc Hunter, or Tauren Hunter. Otherwise, he'd be looking up the best plastic surgeon for a full makeover right now.
"Why? What is your purpose in destroying the Troupe? Did we ever do anything to harm you, your family, or your friends?" After several minutes of silence, Chrollo posed the same question Shalnark had asked. Even if he was going to die, he wanted to know the motivation behind it.
"Don't misunderstand; there's no personal grievance or so-called hatred between us. My purpose in hunting you down is simple: first, to acquire a few abilities I'm interested in. After all, isn't one of your core tenets to take whatever you want by force? Since you can use violence to take what others cherish, you should naturally be prepared to have what you cherish taken by others. That's fair. Second, I despise you because you operate without any moral bottom line, lacking the minimum respect for order and life."
Allen spoke without reservation, stating his reasons for hunting the Phantom Troupe. He didn't put himself in a position of moral superiority or invoke grand-sounding words like justice, law, or judgment, speaking entirely from a personal standpoint.
Upon hearing this, Chrollo nodded thoughtfully: "Fair? That is truly undeniable. We have taken many things cherished by others, so we have no grounds to complain about being hunted down today."
"It's best if you think that way. Also, the one who's going to kill you today isn't me, but Hisoka. Ah, he's here now." Allen turned and looked toward the gloomy corridor.
The pervert Hisoka emerged slowly from the corner, one hand carrying Machi, who was bound up like a dumpling in Bungee Gum. His face was plastered with an excited, bloodthirsty grin: "Hehehe~ Wonderful! The perfect stage! The perfect curtain call and funeral! Chrollo, do you know how long I've waited for this day?"
"Wuwuwuwu..." Machi struggled desperately, trying to break free from the Bungee Gum. But unfortunately, she was too weak; all her struggles did was waste energy, as she couldn't break the sticky, elastic substance.
"Just for this ridiculous reason, you betrayed all of us, even pushing the Troupe into utter ruin?" Chrollo lost his usual composure and unflappable demeanor. In its place was naked, undisguised hatred, and anger stemming from the deepest part of his heart and soul.
Because more than being hunted by an outsider like Allen, he could not tolerate the traitor who had secretly passed information to the enemy.
"The Troupe? What does that have to do with me! You know very well that the moment I joined, it was only so I could duel you. But you? You kept avoiding it. So, this situation today is one you created yourself! But this is fine too. Be angry! Be hateful! Fight with the resolve to kill me!"
Hisoka casually tossed Machi aside, simultaneously ripping off his shirt and peeling away the Spider tattoo made using Texture Surprise. He spread his arms and began walking straight toward the leader. His mental state was so twisted and hyper-excited that everyone present could feel his uncontainable, intense desire and urge.
"Bastard! I'm going to kill you!" The Bungee Gum began to rapidly weaken about three to five seconds after leaving Hisoka. Machi seized the opportunity to break free and immediately released her Nen Threads, intending to snap the traitor's neck from behind.
But just as she was about to act, a large golden hand suddenly erupted from the floor and firmly grabbed her in its palm.
"Apologies, but I can't let you interfere with this duel." Allen activated his ability and grabbed her.
Seeing this, Hisoka's lips curved slightly upward, and he waved his hand without turning around: "Thanks!"
"Don't mention it. If you don't mind, can I dispose of this woman right now? Her noise is starting to annoy me." Allen asked pointedly. If he recalled correctly, Hisoka and Machi seemed to have a complicated, ambiguous relationship in the manga.
"Do as you like. Although, I suggest you acquire her ability before you kill her. Especially that Stitching ability, it's very rare and uncommon." Hisoka shrugged indifferently.
Undoubtedly, at this moment, the only person in the guy's eyes was Chrollo. As for poor Machi, she had been ruthlessly cast aside long ago. After all, for a madman and a pervert, nothing was more exhilarating or climax-inducing than fighting a fellow male combatant, certainly not a mere woman.
"Don't worry, I will..." The moment he finished speaking, Allen raised his left hand and made a grasping motion.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
"AHHHH!!!" More than half of Machi's bones were instantly crushed, and the intense pain forced a heartbreaking scream from her.
He said he would wipe out the Troupe completely, and he meant completely, leaving no one behind. Allen was not one to stop halfway.
Watching the last remaining Troupe member being cruelly killed, consumed, and having her ability stolen, the rage that Chrollo had been suppressing finally erupted like a volcano.
He instantly materialized Skill Hunter, completely ripping the entire book apart, letting the pages representing different Nen abilities float around his body. He spoke in an utterly cold voice: "Since this will be the end of my life, I will use all my Nen and my very life as collateral, and do my utmost to drag all of you to hell with me."
" Vows and Limitations? Hisoka, you're in for trouble," Allen warned, adopting the posture of someone ready to watch a spectacle. Undoubtedly, as the founder and brain of the Troupe, Chrollo was certainly not lacking in resolve. Especially upon learning that all his members were dead and he would soon follow, choosing to stake everything and take the enemies down with him was not hard to understand.
"Trouble? Hahahahaha! No! This is the battle I've dreamed of! Staking absolutely everything! Even if I fall into the abyss, I don't care!" Hisoka roared with laughter and threw all the cards in his hand at once, charging forward right behind them.
But the next second... Chrollo suddenly grabbed one of the floating pages and crumpled it into a ball. Before Hisoka could react to what was happening, his entire body, along with all the playing cards, was instantly teleported outside the window, where he began falling uncontrollably.
But Hisoka was clearly no amateur. Realizing he was rapidly descending, he immediately shot out Bungee Gum to stick to the outside wall of the building, then used the elastic rebound to leap back through the window. He licked his lips excitedly: "A Teleportation ability? Close call! Close call! I was almost finished off."
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