Chapter 95

Without a doubt, Chiba's words shattered Kurolo's last shred of hope for external assistance, forcing him to face the silver-haired youth who looked exceptionally pretty, even with somewhat feminine features.

And Allen was also observing the other party, especially the anger and hatred that flowed from those black eyes.

He was clearly very aware of how "unusual" his appearance was.

But there was nothing he could do!

This was also a side effect of the fusion with the Dark Night Elf bloodline.

After all, in order to make the character he controlled in the game more "appealing," he had deliberately created a female character with white hair, no facial markings, and the lightest skin color.

After all, who would play a Dark Night Elf male with abnormally lewd movements and dances?

Now, these features were gradually merging with this human body.

Or rather, from the moment he chose the body to possess, he had automatically selected the one that most closely resembled his game character.

Fortunately, this was just a change in appearance and did not truly alter his gender.

Otherwise, it would have been a different story!

Similarly, Allen was also very grateful that he had not listened to his "bad friends" and played a dwarf hunter, troll hunter, orc hunter, or tauren hunter. Otherwise, he would now be considering which plastic surgery clinic had the best technology and going for a full set of procedures.

"Why? What is your purpose in wanting to destroy the Phantom Troupe? Have we ever done anything to harm you or your family and friends?"

After several minutes of silence, Kurolo also asked the same question as the侠客 (Xiake).

Even if he were to die, he wanted to understand the other party's motives before his death.

"Don't misunderstand, there is no enmity or hatred between us. My purpose in hunting you is very simple. First, I want to seize a few abilities that interest me. After all, one of your principles is to take what you want, right? Since you can use force to take away what others cherish, you should be prepared for what you cherish to be taken away by others. That's only fair! Second, I dislike you because you have no底线 (bottom line) in your actions and lack the most basic respect for order and life."

Allen did not hide his reasons for hunting the Phantom Troupe.

He did not place himself on a high pedestal or mention grand-sounding words like justice, law, or judgment. He spoke entirely from a personal standpoint.

After hearing this, Kurolo nodded thoughtfully: "Fair? This is truly irrefutable. We have taken many things that others cherished, so there is no reason to complain about being hunted by you today."

"I'm glad you see it that way. By the way, the one who will kill you today is not me, but Sosu. Ah, he's already here."

Allen turned and cast his gaze down the dark corridor.

Sosu, the pervert, slowly emerged from the corner, carrying Machi, who was bound by "Love" (Nen ability), with a hand. His face was full of excitement and bloodlust: "Hehehehe! Perfect! A perfect stage! A perfect finale and funeral! Kurolo, do you know how long I've been waiting for this day?"

"Ugh... ugh..."

Machi struggled desperately to free herself from "Love."

Unfortunately, her strength was too weak, and her struggles only wasted her energy, unable to break the sticky, elastic substance.

"Is this ridiculous reason why you betrayed us all and even pushed the Troupe to a point of no return?"

Kurolo no longer had his usual calm demeanor, replaced by naked, unhidden hatred and anger from the depths of his soul.

Because compared to being hunted by an outsider like Allen, he could not tolerate a traitor who secretly informed the other party.

"Troupe? What does that have to do with me! You should know that from the moment I joined, it was to duel with you. But you? You kept avoiding it. So today's situation is your own doing! But now, this is not bad. Be angry! Hate! Fight with the determination to kill me!"

Sosu casually threw Machi to the side, took off his shirt, and removed the spider tattoo created by "Illusion" (Nen ability). He spread his arms and began walking straight toward the leader.

His mental state was so twisted and excited that it made everyone present feel an uncontrollable strong desire and impulse.

"Damn it! I'll kill you!"

As "Love" left Sosu after about three to five seconds, it quickly weakened. Machi took the opportunity to break free and immediately released her Nen threads, intending to strangle the traitor from behind.

But just as she was about to do so, a large golden hand suddenly emerged from the floor, firmly grasping her.

"Sorry, I won't let you interfere with this duel." Allen directly activated his ability to grab her.

Sosu, seeing this, smiled slightly and waved his hand without turning back: "Thanks!"

"You're welcome! If you don't mind, can I deal with this woman now? Her noise is making me a bit restless." Allen asked meaningfully.

If he remembered correctly, Sosu seemed to have some ambiguous relationship with Machi in the manga.

"Do as you please! But I suggest you take her ability first, especially the sewing ability, which is very rare and valuable." Sosu shrugged indifferently.

Without a doubt, at this moment, the only person in Sosu's eyes was Kurolo.

As for the poor Machi, she had been mercilessly abandoned.

After all, for a madman and a pervert, a mere woman was far less exciting than a fight to the death with a fellow male.

"Don't worry, I will..."

As he spoke, Allen raised his left hand and made a gripping motion.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

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