Chapter 51

A few hours later, in the private ward for athletes at the Sky Arena, Xiso finally regained consciousness and woke up from his coma.

The moment he opened his eyes, he immediately saw Illumi's expressionless face and teased in a half-joking tone, "I finally know what it feels like to be hit by a sonic punch. If I'm not mistaken, Allen treated me afterward, right?"

"Yeah! He made you drink a bright red potion that looked like blood, and within a few seconds, your body, which was on the verge of death, was completely restored. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed such a miraculous thing exists in this world," Illumi replied, resting his chin on his crossed hands.

It was clear that he was in a good mood today, and there was even a hint of a smile on his usually cold face.

"Potion? Is it something created by a certain Nen ability?"

Xiso slowly sat up in bed and began to examine his body. He found that, apart from some lingering soreness, all his broken bones, torn muscles, and internal organs had been restored to their pre-battle state.

If it weren't for the lingering, unbearable pain and the indescribable memory of the high-speed strikes in his mind, he might have thought everything that happened was just an illusion.

Unfortunately, it was not an illusion but a real event, and it had happened more than once.

"I don't know, but I can feel the powerful life force it contains. It might be related to the red Nen beast, like the dragon. From my observations, it doesn't just consume aura and abilities; it also consumes the target's body," Illumi said, pulling out a vial of the "miracle healing potion" that glowed with a mesmerizing light.

Xiso undoubtedly felt the astonishing life energy contained in the crimson liquid in the bottle, and his eyes sparkled with curiosity as he asked, "You must have paid a high price to get this from Allen, right?"

"Not really. I just promised him that if anyone hires the Zoldyck family to assassinate him or anyone close to him, I would inform him before accepting the commission. But given his current power and astonishing growth rate, I don't think anyone can afford the price," Illumi shrugged indifferently.

He only needed to strictly adhere to the professional ethics of a killer and keep the client's information confidential after the client confirmed the target and transferred the deposit to the designated account.

Before that, he could easily pass the information to his younger brothers or the butlers as a third party.

If he wasn't the one accepting the assassination mission, he didn't need to follow any rules and could just make a phone call.

"Hmm—He's indeed hiding a lot. He never revealed his true cards to anyone. Now I understand why he didn't panic at all when he heard the building owners were secretly planning an ambush. Instead, he showed excitement and joy. Maybe in his eyes, these people are like food that can provide him with nourishment," Xiso said, staring at the "miracle healing potion" and analyzing it seriously.

"Are you saying... these potions are made from the life force or life essence of Nen users?" Illumi was clearly very interested in this topic.

"Maybe, maybe not, but I can guarantee that this potion will drive many people crazy. By the way, where is Allen?"

Xiso looked around but found that the empty ward contained only himself and Illumi.

"I don't know. He seems to be planning something. He also asked me to tell you not to interfere with this pleasant hunt and just help block the way back to the Sky Arena," Illumi casually put the "miracle healing potion" into his inner pocket.

As someone who had witnessed the incredible effects of this potion, he knew that having it was like having an extra life, allowing him to trade lives with his opponent in critical moments.

As long as he didn't die immediately, drinking it would quickly heal any wound.

"Block the way back to the Sky Arena? It looks like Allen is preparing to go on a killing spree! If you don't mind, can you do this task for me?" Xiso subconsciously licked his lips and asked.

Illumi nodded without hesitation, "No problem! Since you've already paid. But I'm curious, are you really planning to get involved?"

"No! I just want to watch this exciting hunt up close! Don't you think this is a great opportunity to better understand Allen and his true capabilities?"

As he spoke, Xiso got out of bed and put on the clothes neatly laid out beside him.

The clothes he had been wearing were already completely torn apart by the sonic punch, turning into a pile of worthless rags.

...

Meanwhile, Allen and Boddicker were training in the副本—Lost Temple.

The martial artist had already gone to the upper area to challenge the trolls as soon as they entered the dungeon, while Allen, as usual, stayed at the entrance to practice his manipulation and materialization abilities.

He held a Flame Heart and a materialized red alchemy stone in his hands, injecting a large amount of aura into them.

Gradually, the two objects began to slowly merge, and with a loud boom, they transformed into a giant fireball over three meters tall.

Unlike ordinary fireballs, this one seemed to have a life of its own, constantly changing its shape and slowly growing two arm-like appendages.

"Hmm—Shaping the form doesn't seem to be a big problem for me anymore.

The next challenge is control.

Or, how to give this thing the ability to distinguish friend from foe, make judgments, and attack.

It doesn't need to be too complex; as simple and direct as possible is fine.

Additionally, I can design some interesting skills.

For example, casting fireballs, burning, shockwaves, reducing the target's fire resistance, and exploding upon destruction to cause widespread damage.

Of course, to enhance its abilities, a prerequisite is needed; the stronger the elemental creation, the more medium it requires..."

As he muttered to himself, Allen quickly outlined his new ability.

Undoubtedly, this was a skill similar to summoning, and it was also a typical "spendthrift" ability.

Each use would inevitably waste a large amount of materials obtained from various elemental creatures in the dungeon.

Realizing this, the image of the least noticeable member of the Phantom Troupe, Kube, instantly appeared in his mind.

As a materialization-type Nen user, this small man had an astonishing ability called "God's Left Hand and Devil's Right Hand."

He could perfectly replicate non-living objects through touch in just a few seconds, and the replicas could last for 24 hours.

If Allen obtained this ability, he could replicate a vast amount of materials and create a true elemental army to overwhelm the enemy.

More interestingly, "God's Left Hand and Devil's Right Hand" had an uncertain paradox.

If the replicated object was used, for example, if an arcane crystal was smelted into an arcane ingot, or if the ingot was forged into a weapon, would these processed objects still exist after 24 hours?

If they didn't exist, how would the objects revert?

If they did exist, wouldn't that be equivalent to having infinite resources?

If the replicated potion healed a fatal wound, would the wound reappear and kill the person after 24 hours?

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