Chapter 81

"You... you killed the Shadow Beasts? Why! They were supposed to be the people sent by the Ten Elders to deal with the Phantom Troupe!"

Seeing the four Shadow Beasts instantly killed, Feijie's face showed shock and disbelief.

She couldn't understand Allen's actions at all, nor could she see any benefit in doing so.

"Why? Of course, it's because the Shadow Beasts are on my hunting list. If I remember correctly, each of them has a substantial bounty on the Hunter website," Allen replied matter-of-factly as he put away his bow and arrow.

"You lunatic! Just for a bit of bounty money, you're willing to offend the entire underworld and the Ten Elders?"

Feijie was completely stunned by this powerful reason.

In this world, there are many people with high bounties on their heads, the most typical being the Zoldyck family, where almost every member is like a walking bank vault. Even President Netero once had a sky-high bounty on his head for a time.

But the question is, who dares to make a move?

Similarly, although the Shadow Beasts have substantial bounties, how many bounty hunters dare to risk offending the entire underworld alliance to hunt them?

Allen extended two fingers meaningfully to correct her: "No, you're wrong on two counts. First, I won't rush to claim the bounties on the Shadow Beasts; instead, I'll let the Phantom Troupe take the blame for a while. Second, with the Phantom Troupe and the underworld in full-scale war, how long do you think the Ten Elders will last? Or do you think those gang leaders who talk about business and money all day can match a group of reckless outlaws who don't care about their own lives?"

Feijie's pupils dilated instantly as she asked in a tone she couldn't believe herself: "You mean... the Ten Elders who have ruled the underworld for decades will all be killed by the Phantom Troupe?!"

"Isn't that obvious? After all, sometimes, no matter how powerful one's wealth and influence, it can't match a fist right in front of you. Besides, the Phantom Troupe isn't just about fists; their brains are equally formidable."

As he said this, Allen turned his gaze to the distant battlefield.

In the slaughter by Wokkin, the pursuing gang members were already dead or dying, with hundreds of bodies piled up in the canyon. The strong smell of blood attracted many wild beasts that lingered nearby, occasionally letting out low growls.

Without a doubt, his performance ignited the desire to fight in Boddoro, who is also an Enhancer. He wanted to request to join the battle several times but held back.

Seeing the intense fighting spirit in the martial artist's eyes, Allen smiled and consoled him: "Don't worry, it's not your turn yet. I promise, you'll get a worthy opponent tomorrow night. As for Wokkin, let me handle him first."

With that said!

He directly used the Deceitful Orb to transform into a sick dog. Under Feijie's stunned gaze, he swiftly crossed the distance of several hundred meters and leaped onto the battlefield filled with broken corpses.

"Shadow Beast?"

Wokkin narrowed his eyes and stared at the intruder, asking.

"Right! Since I only have less than five minutes, let's skip the meaningless talk and get straight to the fight."

Allen instantly released a similar amount of aura to envelop his body.

"Hmm? You seem pretty strong! Tell me, were you the one who captured Dopey?" Wokkin asked with a grimace.

"If you mean the girl with the strange vacuum cleaner, she's probably on the verge of mental breakdown from the torture and interrogation by those perverts," Allen deliberately put on a regretful look and shrugged.

Clearly, he was deliberately provoking the other party, or rather, the entire Phantom Troupe.

Only in this way would these guys launch a reckless revenge against the entire underworld and the Ten Elders.

"Damn it! I'll beat you to a pulp!"

"Super Destruction Punch!"

Wokkin, a typical Enhancer, had a terrible temper. Without a word, he charged over with a fist.

"Ha, beat me to a pulp? Sorry, you're not qualified."

With a nerve reflex speed five to ten times faster than most Nen users, Allen easily caught the other's wrist, then gently pulled it to the side and swung his fist to strike the vulnerable abdomen.

Boom!

With a loud bang, Wokkin flew out, crashing into the cliff behind him and creating a huge hole. A large amount of debris and soil quickly rolled down, burying him alive.

But the next second...

He punched away the debris and soil, his mouth stained with fresh blood, and charged over like a heavy tank, roaring madly: "Great! You've successfully provoked me! Go to hell, Shadow Beast scum!"

But Allen remained unmoved, still standing in place with a look of extreme contempt, mocking: "With your snail-like reaction speed?"

As the last word left his mouth, he instantly disappeared from his spot, moving at a speed the naked eye couldn't distinguish, and swung his fist at Wokkin's rugged face, using the strength of his thigh, waist, back, and arm muscles, like a precise and efficient pendulum.

Each swing landed precisely on the other's face.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Despite Wokkin's attempts to defend with "Hardening" and counterattack, his reaction was too slow. His large and robust body required more time for nerve signals to reach his brain and return, making it impossible to keep up.

Almost every punch only hit a shadow or air.

In less than half a minute, his consciousness became increasingly blurred under the relentless barrage, relying solely on animal instinct and muscle memory for his final struggle and resistance.

As the strongest member of the Phantom Troupe in terms of physical strength and combat ability, Wokkin had never encountered a situation where he was completely powerless to resist.

Especially the intense pain from the punches on his body clearly showed that the other party had an aura and Enhancer Nen ability that was no less formidable than his own.

More terrifyingly, during the continuous beating, he vaguely saw the mockery and ridicule in the other's eyes.

"Damn! Wokkin can't hold on much longer!" The侠客 (Knight) finally couldn't stand it and stood up from the cliff.

Not just him, Feitan, Franklin, Nobunaga, and Machi also stopped their card game.

After all, the Phantom Troupe isn't an organization that values one-on-one combat; they are a ruthless band of thieves who rely on strength and numbers.

Without hesitation!

Without much communication!

The five Troupe members immediately entered the battlefield, surrounding Allen, who was beating Wokkin from all sides.

Especially Franklin, who directly opened his modified fingers and started firing Nen bullets to try to separate the two.

Unfortunately, Allen's combat experience wasn't for nothing. He immediately used the larger Wokkin as a shield, and more than two-thirds of the Nen bullets ultimately hit Wokkin's back, splattering blood.

The intense pain made the brute roar in frustration: "Damn it! Can you aim better?"

"Shut up! Losers don't have the right to speak!" Franklin snapped back irritably.

But regardless, he stopped the indiscriminate Nen bullet barrage.

PS: New book, please follow and recommend, thank you very much.