The Phantom Troupe members retreated one after another, but when the dust settled, not only had Luo Ning's figure vanished from the sky, but all traces of Uvogin's corpse had disappeared from the ground as well.
Only the rock monster, which had crushed everything in its path, remained. It raised its hand, preparing to launch an attack against them!
Uvogin's body had already been torn into mangled pieces, but if it were Machi Komacine, she might have been able to barely stitch and patch him back together. But now, with blood and flesh scattered everywhere, not even a god could easily piece the dead Uvogin back together.
As he ascended high into the air, Luo Ning knew perfectly well that from the moment he killed Uvogin, the hatred between him and the Phantom Troupe had completely transformed into a situation where only one side would survive. Moreover, it had reached a level where the Phantom Troupe would use any means necessary to kill him.
Yet, he didn't regret it at all. Or rather, in his mind, the two sides had long since been locked in a death match. Therefore, killing Uvogin was, in his eyes, nothing more than collecting a bit of interest.
The ones who truly needed to worry next were the members of the Phantom Troupe!
After all, the existence of the Four Violet Flames Formation gave him the opportunity to kill the Phantom Troupe members one by one. Even if he didn't kill them one by one, it could still serve to separate them. As long as any member of the Phantom Troupe dared to be alone, or acted in a group of fewer than three, Luo Ning believed he would have an opportunity.
Having killed a Uvogin who was missing an arm in a direct confrontation, he now had a relatively clear understanding of his own strength. In a head-on duel, Luo Ning feared no one!
There were still a few years before the main plot began. At this point in time, the strength of the Phantom Troupe was still quite a bit lower. Even the current Chrollo Lucilfer didn't pose a massive threat to Luo Ning. Perhaps it was just as Killua Zoldyck's father, Silva Zoldyck, had said when fighting Chrollo Lucilfer at the Cemetery Building: in just a few short years, Chrollo Lucilfer's strength had improved significantly.
However, if things really were delayed for a few years, Luo Ning would fear Chrollo Lucilfer even less. Because he was certain that with Kurapika assisting his cultivation and Neon Nostrade available to divine his fortune and misfortune at any time, he could act just like Chrollo Lucilfer—only striking when he had pushed his winning probability to one hundred percent!
This was the true power of Neon Nostrade's ability. As long as he controlled Neon Nostrade, he could choose to act only under the circumstances most favorable to himself. And if a dangerous signal appeared in the prophetic poem, he could simply stop his actions or make changes to alter that dangerous future.
The future divined by Neon Nostrade could be changed; this had already been proven through Omokage.
As he descended from the sky, the chakra remaining in Luo Ning's body was nearly depleted. However, Kurapika and Neon Nostrade were already waiting for him in a car at his landing spot.
The moment he stepped into the car, the chain on Kurapika's pinky finger coiled toward Luo Ning. Luo Ning didn't dodge, allowing the chain to wrap around him.
A sense of comfort rose from the depths of his heart. Combined with his own active entry into [ZETSU], his exhausted physical strength began to recover at an extremely rapid pace.
Having brought nothing else suitable back, Luo Ning simply tossed Uvogin's pair of eyes, which he had packed into his bag, to Neon Nostrade. He had originally intended to give them to Kurapika, but on second thought, he decided against it.
"These are Uvogin's. I've already taken my revenge," Luo Ning adjusted himself into a comfortable sitting position in the back seat. "Neon, I'll leave the task of turning them into specimens to you. Oh, by the way, put this skin together with them as well."
As he spoke, Luo Ning also tossed a patch of skin with a spider tattoo to Neon Nostrade.
Neon Nostrade looked at the blood staining her skirt and couldn't help but give Luo Ning a cold glare, yet she clearly liked the gift she held in her hands. The spider tattoo of Phantom Troupe Member No. 11, along with a pair of eyes bloodshot from emotions like anger, resentment, and hatred. It was truly wonderful.
"Your eye extraction is quite professional," Neon Nostrade praised as she looked at the intact pair of eyes.
"The Delicate Illness Extraction Technique was originally a medical ninjutsu specifically designed for toxins and pathogens, but it's also quite useful for extracting certain organs," Luo Ning explained casually.
However, he was likely the only one who understood this explanation. A B-rank medical ninjutsu, the Delicate Illness Extraction Technique, according to the description in the official databooks, was a technique that could remove all toxins harmful to the human body. But after mastering this technique, one only needed to make a few adjustments to the target of extraction to change it from extracting toxins to extracting organs.
Of course, the effectiveness of this type of extraction wasn't particularly great and required quite a bit of follow-up processing. But for extracting Uvogin's eyes, Luo Ning felt it was the most suitable method, because he didn't care at all if the eyes were damaged; he only wanted them to become works of art, just like the Scarlet Eyes!
He figured a pair of eyes from a member of the Phantom Troupe, especially with a certificate of authenticity, should fetch a pretty good price!
At the same time, in the Gordeau Desert, the members of the Phantom Troupe had not yet left. However, everyone's expressions were exceptionally grim. The massive stone monster had already been dealt with, but numerous Mafia cars had appeared nearby, and Mafia personnel were stepping out, completely surrounding them.
Hidden among the crowd were six people whose appearances were somewhat primitive, or more accurately, possessed body parts that appeared non-human. These people were the trump cards in the hands of the Mafia's Ten Community Leaders—the Shadow Beasts!
They didn't strike rashly at this moment because the number of people on the Phantom Troupe's side clearly exceeded the number of Shadow Beasts who had arrived. By focusing Nen in their eyes, they could see that every member of the Phantom Troupe was an ability user. The aura emanating from several of them even made the Shadow Beasts feel wary.
Compared to the Shadow Beasts, who could understand the strength of the Phantom Troupe, the Mafia members who had rushed over were like cannon fodder sent to their deaths. They got out of their cars, clutching assault rifles and handguns, cursing as they closed in on the members of the Phantom Troupe.
And then, a new round of slaughter began!
Chrollo Lucilfer didn't make a move. The intensity Luo Ning had displayed had completely exceeded his expectations, especially that look in the boy's eyes before he left, which made him sense a hint of crisis. His gaze swept across the Mafia crowd and quickly locked onto several ability users.
The battle was completely one-sided. After discovering the strength of the Phantom Troupe members, the Shadow Beasts—despite calling themselves combat experts—had no intention of rushing in to die. They simply retreated silently while the Mafia underlings used their lives to hold the front line.
But the Phantom Troupe had come here with the intention of ambushing Luo Ning. Now that Luo Ning had fled, how could they possibly let the Shadow Beasts and the Mafia escape as well?
As the six Shadow Beast members retreated, a figure already stood in their path.
"Die." The short Feitan Portor looked at them as if looking at trash. He coldly spat out that single word, and his figure vanished from the spot!
...
Luo Ning didn't care how many Shadow Beasts would die at the hands of the Phantom Troupe; he only cared whether the Shadow Beasts could bring benefits to Kurapika and Neon Nostrade.
As he was leaving the Phantom Troupe's encirclement, Luo Ning realized he was being watched. And the person targeting him, just like him, possessed the ability to fly!
It was a member of the Shadow Beasts.
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