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Chapter 63: Neon's New Collection
The Phantom Troupe retreated rapidly. When the dust settled, Ronin was gone from the sky, and Uvogin's corpse was gone from the ground.
Only the rock monster remained, smashing everything around it and raising its fist to attack them!
Although Uvogin's body had been dismantled, Machi could have stitched him back together, barely.
But now, with blood and flesh scattered and trampled, not even a god could piece Uvogin back together easily.
As Ronin ascended into the sky, he knew that killing Uvogin had cemented an eternal blood feud with the Troupe.
They would use any means necessary to kill him.
But he didn't regret it. To him, the feud was already eternal.
Killing Uvogin was just collecting a bit of interest.
The Troupe should be the ones worrying now!
The Four Violet Flames Formation gave him the opportunity to kill members one by one.
Or at least separate them.
As long as they dared to be alone or in groups smaller than three, Ronin saw an opportunity.
Having killed a one-armed Uvogin head-on, he had a clear understanding of his strength.
In a 1v1, Ronin feared no one!
Years before the main plot, the Troupe's strength wasn't at its peak.
Even the current Chrollo didn't pose an overwhelming threat to Ronin.
Perhaps, as Killua's father Silva said during their fight at the Cemetery Building, Chrollo would grow much stronger in a few years.
But if it dragged on for years, Ronin would fear Chrollo even less.
Because he was certain that with Kurapika's support and Neon's divination, he could emulate Chrollo and ensure a 100% win rate before fighting!
This was the power of Neon's ability.
With Neon, he could choose to fight only when conditions were most favorable.
If the prophecy showed danger, he could pause or change course to alter the future.
The future predicted by Neon could be changed; Omokage proved that.
Descending from the sky, Ronin's Chakra was nearly depleted.
But where he landed, Kurapika and Neon were waiting in the car.
The moment he got in, Kurapika's Holy Chain wrapped around him.
A wave of comfort rose from his heart. Combining it with Zetsu, his exhausted stamina began to recover rapidly.
He didn't bring back much. He tossed Uvogin's eyes from his bag to Neon.
He had intended to give them to Kurapika.
But he decided against it.
"These are Uvogin's. I've taken my revenge." Ronin settled into a comfortable position in the back seat. "Neon, please make them into specimens. Also, put this skin with them."
Ronin tossed a patch of skin with a spider tattoo to Neon.
Neon rolled her eyes at the blood staining her dress, but she liked the gift.
Phantom Troupe Member #11's tattoo, plus a pair of eyes bloodshot from rage, unwillingness, and hatred.
It was excellent.
"You extracted these eyes very professionally," Neon praised, looking at the intact eyeballs.
"Delicate Illness Extraction Technique. Originally for removing poison and pathogens, but it works great for extracting organs too," Ronin explained casually.
Though only he understood the reference.
The B-Rank Medical Ninjutsu was designed to remove harmful substances. With a little tweak, changing the target from "poison" to "organ," it worked wonders.
The extraction wasn't perfect and needed processing, but it was perfect for removing Uvogin's eyes. Ronin didn't care if they were damaged; he just wanted them to be art, like the Scarlet Eyes!
A pair of Phantom Troupe eyes, complete with a certificate of authenticity (the tattoo), should fetch a good price!
At the same time, in the Gordeau Desert, the Troupe hadn't left.
Everyone's face was grim. The rock monster had been destroyed.
But nearby, a convoy of Mafia cars appeared. Mobsters poured out, surrounding them.
Hidden in the crowd were six people with slightly inhuman features.
The Shadow Beasts.
They didn't attack rashly. They could see the Troupe's strength exceeded their own numbers.
Using Gyo, they saw that every Troupe member was a Nen user.
Several emitted auras that made even the Shadow Beasts wary.
Compared to the Shadow Beasts who could gauge the threat, the mobsters were cannon fodder sent to die.
They got out of their cars with assault rifles and pistols, cursing as they closed in on the Troupe.
Then, a new slaughter began!
Chrollo didn't fight. Ronin's explosive strength had exceeded his expectations. The look in Ronin's eyes before he left gave Chrollo a sense of danger.
He scanned the mobsters and quickly locked onto several Nen users.
The battle was one-sided. Realizing the Troupe's power, the Shadow Beasts—self-proclaimed combat experts—had no intention of dying. They quietly retreated while the mobsters acted as meat shields.
But the Troupe had come to ambush Ronin. Now that Ronin escaped, how could they let the Shadow Beasts and Mafia go?
As the six Shadow Beasts retreated, a figure blocked their path.
"Die!" The short Feitan looked at them like trash. Spitting out one cold word, he vanished from his spot!
...
Ronin didn't care how many Shadow Beasts died. He only cared if they could benefit Kurapika and Neon.
Leaving the Troupe's encirclement, Ronin sensed he was being followed.
The pursuer had flight capabilities, just like him!
A Shadow Beast member.
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