Law had thus barged into the sightlines of both the Troupe members and the Mafia members.
Cipher and Akatake didn't know Law, but just by looking at the Nen flowing around him, they could tell he was a powerful individual.
Because that flowing Nen was both calm and steady, a level only masters could achieve.
When Melody and Dalzollene saw Law, for some reason, the thought 'We're saved' suddenly popped into their minds.
They didn't know why they thought that. Perhaps because Law's appearance became their last hope.
The terrified Neon and Light, upon seeing Law, held the same hope.
They all knew Law was strong. If it was Law, maybe he could win against the brutally powerful Troupe members.
"Well, well."
Seeing Law suddenly appear, the veins on Phinks's prominent brow suddenly bulged, and the Nen around him instantly boiled.
He didn't know why Law was appearing now, but the reason didn't matter at all. He was going to settle that old score properly right here.
Feitan, on the other hand, abruptly erupted with boiling killing intent. Without a word, he launched an attack at Law.
His figure moved like a ghost, his black skull-patterned robe fluttering open like an unfurled umbrella.
The tip of a blade, wrapped in Aura, suddenly pierced through the black robe, insidiously aiming straight for Law's eyes.
Law calmly drew Shin and swung it upwards in a parry.
The two swords flashed past each other. Silently, a half-length blade gleaming coldly spun through the air.
The rust-streaked blade of the True Master had once again severed Feitan's hidden blade.
"Tch."
Feitan hastily retreated, displeased, and threw away the broken blade in his hand.
No matter how many times they tried, it seemed that crossing blades with Law inevitably resulted in a broken blade after the first encounter.
"Are there only four of you?"
Law held his blade horizontally in front of him, looking coldly at the four Troupe members, completely ignoring the Mafia members huddled in the corner.
No one answered Law's question.
Phinks glanced at Law's empty left sleeve, smirked coldly, twisted his arm, then began rotating it slowly. Ample Nen whirled around his arm like a cyclone.
'Using Ripper Cyclotron right away?'
Law looked at Phinks. He knew Phinks's Ripper Cyclotron was a technique where the more times the arm rotated, the greater the power of the punch.
He wasn't sure about the upper limit of Ripper Cyclotron. Perhaps after fifty rotations, it would create terrifying destructive power.
But would he let Phinks charge up freely?
Law's eyes turned cold. His figure flashed as he charged towards Phinks, who was spinning his arm to build power.
At that moment, Akatake blocked Law's path. The volume of his fist suddenly multiplied, the knuckles swelling violently like balloons injected with excessive air.
Dense and powerful Aura gathered on the massively enlarged fist, like a king's fist, ignoring the threat of the long blade, and smashed directly towards Law's head.
Facing this punch, Law didn't yield. He bent his knees slightly and slashed his blade directly onto Akatake's fist.
A powerful shockwave materialized between the fist and the blade, sweeping outwards in all directions, shattering all the glass and making the Mafia members cowering in the corner tremble.
Even Nen Users, witnessing this power firsthand, could only feel fear.
The long blade was lodged between Akatake's enormous knuckles. Looking up the wrist towards the arm, bulging veins were visible, as if about to break through the skin, showing that Akatake was withstanding considerable force.
During the stalemate, Law reacted faster. He twisted his wrist slightly, driving the blade to cleanly slice off the bones of Akatake's fist while simultaneously dispersing the force, causing Akatake's body to lurch forward.
Then, Law flipped over, landing heavily with a foot on Akatake's back.
Accompanied by the sound of cracking bones, this kick directly caused Akatake to spray a large amount of blood from his nose and mouth. His large, muscular body slammed heavily onto the floor.
A moment later, Akatake's body broke through the floor, falling straight down towards the lower levels, the remaining force unabated as he smashed through the floors layer by layer.
In just one encounter, Akatake, an Enhancer, vanished from the scene just like that.
Before Law even landed, Cipher seized this opportunity. His hands formed into claws, and the Aura around him erupted as he used a teleportation technique that was difficult for Emitters to master.
His body vanished on the spot. The next moment, he appeared in front of Law, his sharp claws thrusting towards Law's face according to the momentum.
However, Law kicked his feet in mid-air, adjusting his posture. He only had time to flip his long blade, pointing the hilt towards Cipher's forehead.
Thud!
A dull sound.
The hilt struck Cipher's forehead.
The scene looked as if Cipher had run into it himself.
The lean body flew out like a home-run baseball, becoming a black shadow that swiftly shot out through the shattered window, disappearing into the distant night.
Within two exchanges, Akatake and Cipher were taken out. Phinks's arm had only rotated five times.
Law landed safely, only to see Feitan materialize his heat-resistant suit. That black, malevolent Nen floated around the suit like smoke.
"Oh?"
Seeing this, Law was quite surprised.
Because the activation condition for Feitan's [Rising Sun] was accumulating rage from physical injury. But now Feitan was unharmed, yet he could materialize that suit.
'Could it be... that like Hisoka, he had also refined his Nen, thus improving the condition?'
No time to ponder this change. Law wouldn't give Feitan a chance to build momentum. He flashed in front of Feitan and delivered a simple slash.
Feitan abruptly retreated backward.
Rip!
The red heat-resistant suit adorned with spikes tore apart with the sound, splitting from the middle towards left and right.
Law stepped forward, straightened his blade, and thrust straight at Feitan's heart.
A vicious glint appeared in the corner of Feitan's eye. He sidestepped to avoid the direct thrust, then closed in on Law.
At this moment, he had no blade, only his black Nen. Once close, his intent was very clear: he wanted to target Law's missing arm.
How could Law let Feitan succeed? He turned the blade horizontally, cutting towards Feitan.
Seeing Law react so quickly, Feitan had no choice but to hastily raise his arm to block the back of the horizontally sweeping blade.
Crack!
Feitan's arm broke with the sound. The impact sent him flying sideways, landing and rolling several times, leaving scattered bloodstains on the ground.
Law paid no attention to Feitan and instead looked at Phinks. The rotating arm now glowed with bright Nen light.
"Nine rotations. At this distance, by the time he gets here, it'll be about eleven." Phinks looked at Law, calculating silently in his heart.
Seeing that Phinks's Ripper Cyclotron seemed to be taking shape, the only option was...
In front of Phinks, Law put away Shin, then took out the Nyoi-Bo.
'If you don't get close, what can you do to me?'
Law smiled faintly, channeling Nen into the black-thread-wrapped rod.
Under Phinks's astonished gaze, the rod grew in size, becoming larger and thicker.
Law swung the thickened rod, gathering immense force, and swept it horizontally towards Phinks's side.
Phinks was rotating his right arm, but the direction Law swept towards was his left side.
Seeing this situation, Phinks was so frustrated he almost coughed up blood. He twisted his body extremely awkwardly, directing his fist, which had accumulated considerable power, towards the sweeping rod.
At that moment, Law withdrew the Nen from the rod and simultaneously stored it in Kuro's space.
Phinks's fist, which had rotated eleven times, struck nothing but air.
Boom!
The condensed mass of Nen shattered from his fist. The resulting fist wind, carrying the light of Nen, shot forward, directly blasting away a large section of the observation hall's wall structure.
The feeling of that punch, as if hitting cotton, almost made Phinks fly into a rage.
He hurriedly tried to control his body, which had been carried several steps forward by the punch's force, to stabilize his stance. But a Nen Bullet was already flying towards the center of his forehead at that moment.
Phinks's face changed slightly. He hastily raised his hand, gathering Aura to block his forehead.
The Nen Bullet mercilessly pierced through the Nen Defense on the back of his hand, directly creating a bloody hole in his palm.
The hastily gathered defense only had 80% of an Enhancer's defensive characteristic, while Law's Nen Bullet, prepared sufficiently, had 100% of an Enhancer's offensive power.
Attack greater than defense naturally pierced through Phinks's palm.
"Dammit."
Phinks frowned.
In less than a minute, all four, Feitan, Cipher, Akatake, and Phinks, had been injured by Law to varying degrees.
The Mafia members crouching in the corner stared blankly at this scene.
The two who had seemed so terrifyingly strong just moments ago, how did they seem weaker now?
Among the remaining crowd, only four were Nen Users, including Melody and Dalzollene.
Looking at Law's calm face, a sentence involuntarily surfaced in their hearts: There's always a higher mountain.
Only they knew it wasn't that the Troupe members had become weaker, but that Law was stronger than the Troupe members.
Suddenly, the surviving Mafia members cautiously looked towards the direction of the elevators and the staircase.
'Maybe we could escape...'