Chapter 93

As he got closer to the ground, Feitan did not choose to slow down his descent. Instead, he dove headfirst, tightly gripping the weapon in his hand, determined to use the force of gravity to deliver a fatal blow to his enemy.

When the height dropped below forty meters, both parties could even see the expressions on each other's faces and the hatred and disgust in their eyes.

There was no doubt that they were the kind of archenemies who despised each other and wished to kill the other.

No words were needed; just a glance or a gesture could make the other feel inexplicable hatred.

"Scum! Die!" Feitan roared, raising his knife and slashing down with all his might.

"Sorry! The one who's going to die is you!" Allen sneered, using the "Dwarf Brainwashing Cap" to directly invade the other's mind and quickly take control of his body.

In the next second...

He immediately materialized a blue alchemy stone, instantly creating a spiraling upward air current that forcefully slowed Feitan's descent, allowing him to flip twice in the air and land steadily on the ground.

Looking at the 155 cm tall dwarf in front of him, Allen immediately curled his lips into a playful smile: "Easier than I thought. It seems this is the limit of the Phantom Troupe. Let's put everything on the line to end this! Oh, and by the way, you can't speak or think independently now, just like a controlled puppet."

As soon as he finished speaking!

He immediately gave a signal to the waiting Feige.

She immediately understood, stepped forward, bent down, and gave Feitan a fatal kiss.

Instantly!

The 180-point love slave ability was activated!

When the effect of the Dwarf Brainwashing Cap wore off, the originally cold and ruthless Feitan immediately turned into a shameless lickspittle, kneeling on the ground and allowing the other to lift his foot and step on his head, while making twisted and sick sounds.

The scene and character setup instantly collapsed!

If the other members of the troupe saw this, they would surely drop their eyes and jaws in shock.

"Ha ha ha! Bark! Bark hard! You horny little dog!"

Feige's hidden dominant S-queen personality was fully exposed, forcefully stomping on Feitan's face, which was constantly smiling and enjoying it, and occasionally kicking him between the legs.

The terrifying visual impact and the sourness...

Even Allen, standing on the side, felt a physical pain for the other.

After about two or three minutes, he couldn't help but stop her: "Stop playing! We have more important things to do. Don't waste too much time on this guy who is already doomed."

"Understood! You're the boss, you say the rules."

Saying that, Feige kicked Feitan between the legs again.

This time, she used the sharp and pointed heel of her boot, not the front.

If you looked closely, you could even see blood mixed with some unknown liquid trickling down his pants.

Clearly, this was a naked and unmasked act of revenge.

[Definitely shattered!]

Although the specific condition inside the clothes couldn't be seen, Allen still concluded based on the innate sensitivity of men in this area.

After delivering the "sterilizing" kick, Feige directly controlled Feitan to walk to the center of the previous explosion and ordered him to release his ultimate skill.

With the recitation of a strange incantation, a red and white armor appeared out of nowhere, completely covering his body.

Immediately, a mass of transformation-type energy was ejected from his body, instantly transforming into a huge and extremely hot fireball in mid-air.

Everything within a radius of several dozen meters was quickly scorched by the terrifying heat, and even steel and stone melted into a liquid state.

Finally, the entire fireball exploded, and orange-red flames devoured everything.

"This... This is his ability? It's too exaggerated!" Feige was shocked, her eyes wide open.

Allen nodded slightly: "Yes! This is his ability—Blazing Sun. Although the activation conditions are quite strict and the preparation time is a bit long, the power is indeed impressive. It was worth all the effort I put into it. And I have an ability called Ghoul, which allows me to recover in a few seconds even if my heart is shattered and all my bones are broken, allowing Blazing Sun to fully unleash its potential."

Without a doubt, Ghoul and Blazing Sun were the most suitable combination of Nen abilities.

The former could withstand higher damage without dying, while the latter released a larger and hotter sun by withstanding higher damage.

Thinking of this, Allen immediately rushed forward, swiftly twisting off Feitan's head and calling the Red Dragon to devour him.

Finally!

With the death of another Phantom Troupe combatant, he finally gathered all the necessary abilities for the Molten Core raid.

This meant that only three members of the Phantom Troupe remained: Machi, Feitan, and the leader, Kurolo.

As for Hisoka, he couldn't be considered a member of the troupe.

From the beginning, he was only there to find an opportunity to duel with Kurolo and did not agree with the troupe's creed.

Seeing Verna Lassus swallow Feitan's cocoon, Feige's tense nerves relaxed a bit, and she asked, "What do we do next? Chase the remaining Phantom Troupe members?"

"Hmm... I think we should wait for Bodeoro. By now, he should be almost done..."

Before Allen could finish speaking, a tall, heavily armored man slowly emerged from the dark end of the street.

It was none other than the martial artist who had been away for some time.

And he was dragging a half-dead guy—Feitan.

"I'm back! I have to say, this guy was quite good, a good opponent. He almost broke the Nen on my shield." Bodeoro's face was filled with the satisfaction of a fierce battle as he casually threw the barely alive captive on the ground.

"You took his Requiem Head-on?" Allen glanced at Feitan's bloodied and mangled fists.

Normally, a Nen user's fists would be wrapped in aura, and unless they faced a stronger opponent, their skin, muscles, and bones would not be damaged to this extent.

Bodeoro grinned and nodded: "Yes! It was intense! But in the end, I won! My will was stronger, and the shield itself was no ordinary item."

"Good job! But promise me, don't do such stupid things next time. Nen battles are not sparring; being too fair and square is not something to be proud of." Allen warned him sternly.

"Understood, it won't happen again. In fact, I only choose to fight this way when facing a Enhancement-type Nen user. After all, the blood of a martial artist still flows in my veins." Bodeoro subconsciously clenched his fists, his eyes shining with unusual light.

It was clear that tonight's battle had given him many insights and strengthened his resolve to continue down this path.

"I hope so..."

Everyone has their own path and choices, so Allen didn't say anything more. He directly crushed Feitan's chest with his foot and ordered the Red Dragon to devour him.

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