Kisho looked at the group of ill-intentioned people surrounding him, a cold flash of disgust crossing his eyes.
Kisho spoke:
"If you roll away now, you might still live."
Clearly, in their eyes, he was just a kid they could crush with one finger, a child who would cry for a long time after a single punch—yet from his words, they unexpectedly heard an intense killing intent.
Along with that killing intent came frozen air and solidified time.
The hired thugs and street punks surrounding the corrugated metal house looked at each other. For a moment, not a single person stepped forward; some even quietly retreated a few steps.
A young man with an afro couldn't stand it anymore. He strode forward and snarled:
"It's just a kid. Is it really worth being this scared? Look at you useless pieces of trash!"
He clenched his teeth and took another big step forward:
"The one who should get lost is you! You little bastard—if you roll away now, I might still leave you a whole corpse!"
"Is that so." Kisho's gaze slid over the afro man's face, then swept across the punks behind him.
He slipped his hands into his pockets, slowly stepped forward before the door, lifted his foot—
"I really won't move. If you've got the guts—then come and try!"
The instant his toe touched the ground, an overwhelming Nen pressure surged out like a tidal wave.
At the same time, Kisho's figure vanished from where he stood. With a loud "bang," the afro man's body flew backward like a kite with its string cut.
Kisho's speed, enhanced by Nen, was fast enough to drive this group of small-time punks into despair. On top of that, their spirits were seized by the murderous Nen pressure, leaving them unable to react at all.
Kisho weaved through the crowd. Each time he appeared and paused, one person would roll their eyes back and collapse limply.
He returned to the front of the corrugated metal house, his expression turning grave as he looked toward two figures approaching unhurriedly.
Dealing with ordinary hired thugs and punks hadn't cost Kisho much energy.
—and the real test had only just begun.
The two men walking over were both dressed in similar black suits, looking like enforcers from the same mafia.
One of them—a shorter, lean-built man—sized Kisho up with his narrow eyes and sneered:
"Looks like a pretty interesting little brat. I kind of want to play with him."
"Don't waste time."
The other, a vicious brute with a face full of flesh, spoke impatiently:
"I'll pin this kid down. You hurry up and fish that little girl out of her turtle shell."
"No choice then—guess I'll let you have the fun." Regret appeared on the shorter man's face. "What a pity."
As he spoke, his figure slowly faded from where he stood, like ink spreading in water.
Seeing this, Kisho's heart tightened.
"An invisibility-type Nen ability!" He silently expanded his En to the maximum.
Even though this would drastically increase Nen consumption, there was no time to worry about that now.
"Ha~"
The vicious man sneered and charged at Kisho like a cannonball.
His feet slammed into the ground, scattering stones and raising clouds of dust.
In just a few seconds, he had already reached Kisho. A fist as big as a bowl smashed straight toward Kisho's head—
Kisho's expression changed slightly.
That punch was infused with powerful Nen—enough to overturn the corrugated metal house behind him—so he couldn't dodge it.
Besides, there was still that invisible guy.
If he let that man ambush from the shadows, once he himself was pinned down by this brute, both he and Anida would fall into extreme danger.
Kisho made his decision instantly: even if he had to pay some price, he had to take this one out first.
With a loud "bang," the brute's fist collided with Kisho's Nen-infused, crossed forearms.
Although Kisho blocked the punch, the tremendous force pressed him downward.
"Crack."
The concrete beneath Kisho's feet split with fractures.
One second, two seconds…
A look of unbearable strain appeared on Kisho's face, large beads of sweat sliding down from his temples.
"Hahahaha! Kid! Die!"
Seeing that he had successfully suppressed the kid, bloodlust gleamed in the brute's eyes.
He let out a low growl, adding more force to his fist—if he could crush this kid to the ground, his partner would only need one stab to cripple him.
Then would come the fun part. He could smash the child's head with one punch.
—That would feel great!
As he imagined it, the corners of the brute's mouth lifted, pleasure flickering in his eyes.
But in the next instant, Kisho raised his head and sneered at him.
"What—"
Before the brute could finish his startled words, something utterly beyond his expectations happened.
A surge of Nen far exceeding his imagination erupted from the kid he was suppressing.
The Nen wave knocked him stumbling; he had to stomp his feet deep into the ground to steady himself.
Just as he was about to adjust his stance and attack again, a cold flash swept past—
Blood spilled first, pouring out from someone in the empty air.
A blood-stained dagger suddenly appeared midair and fell to the ground with a clear clatter.
The lean man's figure emerged, as if splashed with ink.
He stood there, his body still frozen in a stabbing posture, staring down at his own chest in disbelief.
There, a triangular spike was slowly being pulled back out—
He murmured:
"You… it's impossible… you couldn't have seen me…"
"I can't see you, but your partner can tell me where you are."
Kisho flicked the blood-soaked weapon aside and glanced at the cut on his arm left by the dagger, speaking coldly.
He turned his gaze to the vicious man:
"I also have to thank this gentleman for that look of absolute confidence just now."
The vicious man said nothing, withdrawing his gaze from his partner—now a corpse.
"...Heh… hehe…"
He suddenly laughed:
"I underestimated you… kid…"
A handgun appeared in his hand.
He said coldly:
"In that case, there's no need to keep playing."
"Bang!"
The bullet screamed toward him.
Kisho raised his hand—"ding"—and split the bullet aside.
"Bang!" "Bang!"
Gunshots rang out in rapid succession, but almost every bullet was cut down before it could come within half a meter of Kisho.
"Heh…"
The corners of the vicious man's mouth lifted. Taking advantage of the brief moment when Kisho couldn't react, he raised his free hand and made a shooting gesture—
Kisho's pupils shrank sharply.
He heard a bullet whistling silently toward him from some direction—
Too fast!
A bullet fired from an ordinary handgun could never have such speed.
Time was stretched extremely short, yet unbearably long…
"Enhancer-type attacks, and the handgun in his hand—they're both a feint!"
"He… is an Emitter-type Nen user!"
When Kisho realized all this, the Nen bullet was less than three centimeters from his brow—
...
"Bang—!"
The Nen bullet howled as it pierced through the wall of the corrugated metal house and shot out from the other side of the corner.
The vicious man, who had already begun celebrating in his heart, let out an extremely unwilling roar:
"This is impossible—how could you dodge that?!"
Yet the boy who somehow survived stood there blankly, utterly motionless.
He slowly raised his hand and touched his cheek—there was a very shallow blood mark there.
He pressed his fingertip to the mark, and clear water flowed from his finger—after a few breaths, the blood mark vanished as if it had never existed.
Only after taking care of himself did the boy slowly look at the vicious man. He tilted his head, and those silver-blue eyes framed that person within hell.
Vicious man: "..."
A dull sense of fear finally reached him. When he tried to flee, the boy's figure vanished from where he stood.
Unbearable agony erupted across his entire body in an instant, as if he had been thrown into a meat grinder—
He made no final sound, no movement at all. The vicious man stood there in a daze, then collapsed. Even in death, he never knew what had killed him.
Blood seeped from all over his body, soaking into the black suit.
The boy appeared at his side. Dozens of whirlwinds danced and spun around his fingertips, merged together, then turned into a faint breeze that disappeared into his hand.
Suddenly, the boy lifted his head and looked toward the top floor of the building opposite.
Though there was clearly nothing there, his gaze was like that of a hunter who had discovered prey lurking in the dark.
Someone being stared at: "..."
On the previously empty rooftop, a panicked silhouette appeared—then vanished behind the corner the next second.
Yet the hatred and fury in that person's eyes remained, reflected within the boy's pupils.
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