Chapter 92

As the dust and dirt gradually settled, within a radius of several hundred meters from the explosion center, nothing remained except for a semi-circular crater over ten meters deep and countless underground facilities destroyed by the explosion.

In some places, jets of water spouted, whether from groundwater or burst pipes, it was hard to tell.

The only fortunate thing was that the Black Gang Alliance, to ensure they could fight the Phantom Troupe without restraint that night, had driven out all the residents and merchants in the surrounding area in advance, thus no ordinary civilians were injured or killed.

Only a few dozen gang members who were lying in ambush around the area were directly blown sky-high, and their bodies were probably nowhere to be found now.

Most importantly, after releasing that terrifyingly large fireball and taking enough damage, the Melted Core Giant finally ran out of the energy needed to sustain its existence. Its massive body quickly disintegrated and turned into a pile of black rubble scattered on the ground.

Seeing this, Allen let out a sigh of relief and muttered, "Thank goodness, it's not as bad as I imagined."

"You call this ‘thank goodness’?!"

Fei Jie stared at the scene ahead, which resembled a battlefield ravaged by heavy artillery and aerial bombs, her face showing shock and fear.

After all, this was not a sparsely populated suburb, but a commercial street in an international metropolis!

She could already imagine how the news would sensationalize this incident the next morning.

Moreover, the government and the Hunter Association would face enormous public pressure.

"Trust me! If it had continued to chase those three Troupe members, the destruction would have been much worse, and innocent civilians would have been involved. Now, only some gang members are dead, and buildings within a radius of over a hundred meters are destroyed. At worst, I'll pay for the economic losses myself." Allen shrugged calmly.

After this lesson, he deeply understood the importance of never creating elemental puppets in densely populated areas.

These creatures knew only how to fight, destroy, and wreak havoc, and they could neither be controlled nor communicated with.

Of course, the rules of operation could be modified to make them easier to control.

However, if their offensive capabilities were weakened, their deterrent and destructive power would also plummet.

Like the Melted Core Giant, once it had the chance, it immediately unleashed its strongest skill, giving the opponents no chance to catch their breath, and directly eliminated three Troupe members, two of whom were standard combat members.

But if it hadn't immediately used this skill and instead just chased the three people?

It would have led to a prolonged and chase battle, failing to achieve the goal of quickly eliminating the enemy.

As the saying goes, one cannot have both fish and bear's paw; a choice must be made between precise control and efficient killing.

Just as Fei Jie opened her mouth to say something, the last two combat members of the Troupe—Feitan and Shalnark—finally appeared.

They first glanced at the gruesome scene, then immediately locked onto the only two survivors nearby, attempting to surround Allen and the wolf on either side.

Especially the cruel and ruthless Feitan, who immediately threatened, "Tell me what happened here just now, or I'll make you taste something worse than death!"

"Has anyone ever told you that you're disgusting, with a mouth as foul as a cesspool? I can't understand how a short, crippled person like you can still have the face to live in this world. If I were you, I would have been ashamed to the point of suicide, you little dwarf!" Allen retorted mercilessly.

If all the members of the Phantom Troupe were ranked by how much they were disliked, Feitan would definitely be at the top.

This person had not a single shred of positive human emotion, radiating naked, unhidden malice, cruelty, and hatred, a typical anti-human, anti-social personality, who should be executed.

"You're asking for it!"

Feitan was clearly enraged and instantly vanished from his spot.

The next second...

He reappeared less than half a meter from Allen, swiftly thrusting a hand wrapped in aura at Allen's vulnerable neck.

But just as it was about to hit!

Allen raised his arm and, with a speed that was hard to see, grabbed Feitan's wrist. Then, he activated his jet acceleration ability and threw the annoying guy far away.

Boom!

Without any surprise!

Feitan flew like a cannonball into the vast sky, gradually turning into a small black dot.

After doing this, Allen turned his gaze to Shalnark, who was wrapped in bandages, and declared in a voice devoid of emotion, "Ten seconds! I'll finish you!"

"Battle Dance—Prelude!"

The taciturn Shalnark, clearly not one for idle talk, immediately activated his ability, materializing his ethnic attire and wielding a uniquely shaped spear to launch an attack.

"Too slow!"

Allen easily dodged, simultaneously firing two rapidly spinning Zetsu Silver arrowheads.

Bang! Bang!

Due to his feet being off the ground, Shalnark could not make any evasive moves and could only watch helplessly as the two arrowheads tore through his knees, causing his lower legs and feet to break off and fly away.

Before he could react, Rupus immediately charged over and bit through his neck.

In the end, this Jutundu warrior died with a deep sense of injustice, never even getting to use his strongest move—Jupiter.

Of course, even if he had used it, it wouldn't have made any difference.

After all, that thing was just a materialized form of aura, and with Allen's overwhelming aura, he could punch it to pieces no matter what.

Additionally, Jupiter is a gas giant.

This means that Shalnark wasn't relying on weight to crush the enemy, but rather on the centrifugal force and high-speed airflow generated by rotation to crush the target.

After the red dragon swallowed the Troupe's thirteenth member, Allen immediately looked up at the growing black dot in the sky and instructed without turning his head, "Get ready! I'll need your ability next!"

"OK! No problem! I've been waiting for this."

Fei Jie subconsciously licked her sexy red lips, her eyes blazing with hatred.

She hadn't forgotten that this little dwarf, along with two other Troupe members, had mercilessly slaughtered an entire room of people at the auction last night, including two of her colleagues and partners.

If possible, she hoped to make the enemy suffer more before dying.

Meanwhile, Feitan, in free fall, witnessed Shalnark's effortless death, becoming extremely angry. He immediately drew his long sword, concentrating all his aura at the tip to form a hard edge, intending to use gravity to split the enemy in two.

"So you feel anger when you see your comrades die? How surprising! I thought your heart and the blood in your veins were black." Allen whispered sarcastically, then put on the strangely shaped "Dwarf Brainwashing Hat" again.

It was clear he intended to directly control Feitan and then have Fei Jie kiss and complete the control.

The reason for this trouble was that both the "Dwarf Brainwashing Hat" and "Carrying Another's Fate" could only perform the most basic control and could not make the controlled person use their unique Nen ability.

However, "180 Points Love Slave" was different. It did not strip the target of their consciousness or control over their body; it merely amplified a certain latent desire, making them obey all commands from the ability user while still being able to use their Nen ability normally.

This was why Allen invited Fei Jie to join his team rather than anyone else.

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