Hisoka was not a man of many words.
He never spoke of the past because the past held no meaning for him.
He had always been a lone wolf.
There was nothing he particularly liked, nor anything he particularly disliked.
He always acted according to his own whims and believed he was forever the strongest.
That perspective, which could be described as stubbornly entrenched, was like gum stuck to the sole of a shoe, difficult to scrape off.
Until he met Law.
Thus, he decided Law was the most valuable toy and eagerly looked forward to the day he could satisfyingly break him.
Kill Law.
By any means necessary.
As long as he could kill Law with his own hands...!
The potential pleasure existing in that future, just imagining it, produced an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
He wanted... to reach for that possibility.
For this alone, at any time, in any place, even if he caught a whiff of Law's lingering scent, he would immediately find Law, and it would be a fight to the death!
This was Hisoka's supreme pursuit, consistently and clearly expressed through his aura.
That urge to kill Law was like a drug addiction stretched to its limit, beyond words.
It was because, in his life of constantly breaking toys, only Law had given him such an intensely destructive desire.
However, he encountered an unsolvable dead end.
Only by crossing hands could one understand the despair of being trapped in a hopeless situation with no way out.
Yes, just like the battle at Heavens Arena years ago, there was no chance of victory. Until today, the result remained the same.
But Hisoka never faced despair head-on. If it existed, he would transform it entirely into madness.
The head flying through the air suddenly shot out a strand of pink Nen, sticking to Law's neck.
Simultaneously, the headless body, still retaining sufficient Nen and strength, twisted and compressed like a body wound tight with springs.
Swish!
The remaining torso lunged, tackling the unprepared Law to the ground.
In that instant, the pink Nen, using the body as a medium, glued Law firmly to the ground like adhesive.
This outcome was absolutely unexpected by Law.
Because the blade that severed Hisoka's head was not from Shin, nor was it the ability of God Hand, but a real slash from the Ivory White General.
That slash had indeed cleanly severed Hisoka's head.
That slash had indeed caused the blood in Hisoka's vessels to spray freely.
Without a doubt, it was a fatal blow. Yet Hisoka transcended the fatal factor, forming a desperate, frenzied counterattack before death.
Law, stuck to the ground, turned his head just in time to see Hisoka's head, wantonly displaying a crazed expression, flying through the air straight for his own neck.
The open mouth revealed neat, white teeth.
'Even with his head severed, even on the brink of death, he still wanted to use his teeth to bite through my neck?'
'What kind of perverse obsession was needed to drive such an action?'
Unable to move, Hisoka's head arrived, almost touching Law's face, but couldn't advance half a step further.
Law had activated his Domain, making Hisoka's white teeth stop a finger's breadth away, as if separated by a vast distance.
The two of them simply stared at each other.
Law's expression was calm, even containing a trace of indifference.
Hisoka's expression was frenzied, his eyes gleaming with an unyielding light.
"Killing addict... I've seen such medical cases online. After browsing through them, I can somewhat understand your actions."
Law calmly met Hisoka's gaze, which seemed to say he would never stop until he bit his throat, and said flatly, "The essence of this world does have a hint of 'the strong prey on the weak'."
"You wanted to kill me, so now you are dying."
The light in Hisoka's eyes gradually dimmed. His open mouth slowly closed. Only his expression remained unchanged.
The frenzied obsession slowly dissipated along with his fading vitality.
The light was completely extinguished.
Hisoka was dead. The pink Nen attached to his body subsequently vanished.
Law pushed away Hisoka's corpse. The head fell straight down, rolling two or three times before stopping.
Suddenly, a black stream of vengeful Aura leaked out like smoke from Hisoka's eyes, nose, mouth, and ears, rising upwards.
'No wonder...'
Law looked at the black Aura, thinking his numerical attributes could increase a bit again.
But at that moment, the black vengeful Aura originating from Hisoka didn't rush towards Law. Instead, it dissolved like spring snow, rapidly growing smaller and fainter.
"Huh?"
Surprised, Law stored Shin in his space, stepped forward, and reached out to touch the dissipating black Aura, but grasped nothing.
The vengeful Aura had directly vanished.
Law looked at his empty right hand in astonishment. This was the first time he encountered a situation where vengeful Aura was generated but then cleanly disappeared.
'Even in death, you didn't want me to gain any advantage?'
Law shook his head, turned around, and headed towards the Cemetery Building.
After walking a dozen meters, he suddenly stopped, turned back, and walked towards Hisoka's corpse.
"It's worth around four billion Jenny in bounty, after all."
Thinking this, Law stored Hisoka's corpse in Kuro's space, including the head frozen in its crazed expression.
Then, he also collected Kortopi's corpse.
These two corpses could be exchanged for around eighty billion Jenny in the underworld.
After collecting the bodies, Law continued towards the Cemetery Building.
He felt that among the other routes, at least two of the Troupe teams would successfully break through and reach the Cemetery Building.
As for the north route, with Zeno and Silva there, he estimated the Troupe members on that route probably couldn't get through.
The east route belonged to Kurapika. He should also encounter at least two Troupe members.
Law had no intention of helping Kurapika. That was Kurapika's own battle.
If Kurapika couldn't win, or even lost his life, it would only mean his path of revenge was just that.
"Right, I forgot to tell Kurapika."
Law suddenly took out his phone, edited a text message, and sent it to Kurapika.
The message's general meaning was that one Troupe member was worth about four billion Jenny. After killing them, at the very least, the head should be preserved.
Considering Kurapika might not do such a thing, Law added a note that retrieving his clansmen's eyes might require a huge amount of funds.
After sending the message, Law left the area.
Not long after he left, the spot where Hisoka's head had lain, marked only by a pool of blood, suddenly had thread-like strands of black vengeful Aura seep up from the ground.
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Cemetery Building.
Feitan and Phinks arrived together. The first thing they saw was an armed force lined up at the entrance, about a hundred strong. Each one carried firearms, including RPGs.
"It seems we are the first to arrive," Phinks said calmly.
Feitan looked at the Mafia members who looked ready for a fierce battle and sneered, "Then let's kill them all and wait for the Boss and the others."
Meanwhile.
Kurapika walked out from an alley between shops, looking at Shizuku and Mohana.
On the street, aside from the corpses of many Mafia members, there were also two Shadow Beasts and two assassins.
"Oh, what a handsome young man."
Mohana looked at Kurapika's cold, stern face and licked her lips.
Her face looked casual, but inwardly she was actually wary.
Because she only sensed Kurapika's presence when he actively stepped out.
Shizuku held her Blinky, initially intending to dismiss it, but since Kurapika appeared, she kept Blinky summoned.
She looked at Kurapika, thinking this person must be quite skilled at using Zetsu, which was why she hadn't noticed him earlier.