"Extraordinary weapons, and..."
His eyes shifted to Ronnel.
"His strength has grown even stronger~!"
During the Chairman Election, Hisoka had demonstrated an uncanny ability to assess people's physical condition and potential with unnerving accuracy.
Illumi, who often partnered with Hisoka, had developed a similar sharpness of vision.
In his mind, he immediately scored Ronnel far above a hundred.
Seeing Ronnel's bold demeanor and how he and Illumi had drawn their weapons without hesitation, the other assassin families were enraged.
"Shameless brat!!"
An old man from the Westin family, wearing a red turban, sneered with venom, his anger directed squarely at Ronnel.
"When I made a name for myself in the world, you hadn't even left your father's body!"
The old man's pointed delivery of "father" instead of "mother" left the room stunned for a moment before realization hit. A wave of ridicule spread as the crowd began laughing at the unexpected remark.
For the first time, the infamous Westin family—known for their ruthless arrogance—showed an unexpectedly amusing side.
"Is that so?"
Ronnel wasn't fazed by the old man's mockery. He calmly raised his bone spear and pointed it at him.
The old man's words faltered, but his body instinctively reacted, channeling aura to protect his vital points.
"Come on then! Let me show you what the Westin family is made of—"
Shk!
Before the old man could finish, a chilling sensation pierced his chest.
His eyes widened in disbelief as he glanced down at the bone spear embedded in him, then back up at Ronnel, who had closed the distance in an instant.
"You—"
He tried to raise his hand, but the strength drained from his body at a terrifying rate. Before he could finish his thought, darkness consumed him.
With a dull thud, the old man's lifeless body crumpled to the floor.
The room fell silent.
Everyone stared at the fallen elder of the Westin family, unable to process what had just occurred.
This man… died just like that?
The crowd turned their gaze to Ronnel, replaying his swift, deadly strike in their minds. A chill ran through them.
What speed!
Many realized they wouldn't even have time to defend themselves before being struck down by that bone spear.
In the world of martial arts, speed often trumped all else. Ronnel's terrifying agility was a stark reminder of this truth.
The oppressive atmosphere drained the confidence of the gathered assassins. Even the second-in-command of the Westin family, though seething with anger and grief, remained rooted in place.
They weren't fools.
No one wanted to face Ronnel one-on-one, let alone challenge him outright.
The room buzzed with tension until—
Whizz!
The faint sound of something cutting through the air brought their attention back.
Illumi, ever the opportunist, struck decisively.
Squelch!
The sound of nen-infused needles piercing flesh echoed in the hall, followed by screams and chaos.
A wave of panic washed over the gathered killers.
"Enough!"
The chaos was cut short as a commanding voice boomed across the room.
A man with striking purple-blue hair, seated on the high platform, finally stood, his expression sharp.
"That's enough! What do you think this place is? A fighting arena?!"
His tone was cold and authoritative.
"This is the Matar family estate—home of the world's top assassin family! You think you can run wild here? Try again after a hundred years of practice!"
At his words, Illumi disappeared in a flash.
Bang!
The meeting room doors burst open as two squads of soldiers marched in.
One group wielded submachine guns and wore body armor, with grenades strapped to their waists.
The other group, clad in distinct combat uniforms, bore spiked knuckles and carried small, hawk-like creatures perched on their shoulders.
Half the soldiers aimed their weapons at Ronnel, while the others trained their sights on Illumi.
The remaining assassins in the room visibly relaxed at the sight of the Matar family's elite forces.
"The weapon squad… and the Beast Fist squad?"
Ronnel clicked his tongue as he recalled information he'd gathered about the Matar family.
"Impressive, but let's see how good they really are."
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