Men of the Gyudondond Tribe have their bodies pierced all over with needle rods during a circumcision ritual at age three. As they grow older, the penetrating holes on their bodies become more numerous and larger.
They can produce various sounds through the size and shape of these holes, as well as the intensity of their movements.
Every adult male has at least thirty holes on their body. There are fist-sized holes on the abdomen, and bean-sized holes on the fingertips.
When fighting an enemy, the warriors of the Gyudondond Tribe use their bodies to perform the warrior's song, hence they are also called dancing warriors.
They firmly believe that the more beautiful the sound they produce, the higher the level of the spirit that will descend.
This is their faith, transforming melody into combat power, creating an advantage that combines offense and defense.
As enemies, the Gyudondond Tribe has another extremely troublesome characteristic: during combat, the sounds they produce not only affect sight and hearing, but the Aura released from the holes also forms a layer of hard defense.
Bonolenov is a very proud man, but he knows deeply that the old man before him is difficult to deal with, so he went all out from the very beginning.
He increased his dancing speed to the maximum, recklessly releasing Aura that swirled around his body, protecting himself while attacking.
However, this method easily consumes excessive physical strength and Aura, and cannot be maintained for long.
'This old man is too powerful. He's seen through all my moves.'
Bonolenov looked at Zeno, who had once again avoided his killing move. His limbs danced, creating a blur of afterimages, faintly carrying a melody full of a sense of déjà vu.
He couldn't stop. Once he stopped, his life might be in danger.
The timbre that the Gyudondond Tribe's member consider beautiful is torture to others' ears.
Zeno, however, was completely unaffected. He calmly watched Bonolenov, who was protected by a mass of aura, pondering whether to change his strategy.
One thing was clear: he didn't need to attack, but could wait for Bonolenov to reveal an opening, then deliver a fatal blow.
This method was absolutely safe and carried the lowest risk.
Now, Bonolenov was already starting to pant. It wouldn't be long before he revealed an opening.
However, considering the situation with Silva, he had to weigh whether to continue waiting.
The conclusion was... not to wait.
Zeno squatted into a horse stance, stretched out his arms, his fingers forming claws, one high, one low.
Steady, rock-like aura gathered on his hands, forming dragon heads in the blink of an eye.
[Dragon Head Flash]
"Hah!"
Zeno let out a powerful shout. The twin dragons formed from Nen bit towards Bonolenov from left and right.
Seeing this, Bonolenov spun madly. His Nen and sound merged into one, transforming into an energy-based tornado.
The dragon heads bit into the rapidly spinning tornado and were instantly shredded.
Seeing this, Zeno showed no surprise. He moved his arms, once again condensing dragon heads from Nen, simultaneously sending them towards the Nen Tornado Bonolenov had created.
The dragon heads bit into the tornado again, inevitably following the same fate, but they slowed the tornado's rotation for a moment.
That subtle change was noted by Zeno.
'Eight times.'
His veteran experience allowed him to determine a precise number.
"Hah!"
The dragon heads reappeared, continuing to impact the tornado.
The consecutive fierce attacks made Bonolenov's expression turn grave. He could only maintain his body's rotation to resist Zeno's attacks while quickly moving to attack Zeno.
If he could hit Zeno just once, he could gain the advantage.
Although attacking meant bearing the risk of counterattack, Zeno saw through Bonolenov's movements time and again, dodging them while continuing to use Dragon Head Flash to attack.
Bonolenov, spinning at a high speed, could only barely keep his gaze fixed on Zeno, unable to perceive anything more.
Therefore, he didn't know that Zeno's multiple consecutive attacks were all striking the same spot.
If he knew, he would have been more vigilant.
'Seventh time!'
The Dragon Head Flash returned without success again, but it had already opened a tiny gap.
'Eighth time!'
Zeno suddenly charged straight towards Bonolenov's Nen Tornado, simultaneously summoning dragon heads to blast the tornado, causing it to stall for zero point three seconds.
"Now!"
Zeno's eyes widened. He gathered Aura in his hands and thrust them directly into the tornado's fatal point.
Then, the tornado disintegrated instantly, as if a short plank had been pulled from a barrel. Zeno's hands struck heavily on Bonolenov's chest.
Bonolenov spat blood and flew backward, landing and rolling far away. His chest was sunken in, clearly seriously injured.
After sending Bonolenov flying, the sleeves on Zeno's arms were completely shattered, and he had sustained minor injuries.
'A strong offense inevitably requires paying some price.'
Zeno gently shook his arms, then swiftly stepped towards the landed Bonolenov.
He knew clearly that the heavy blow just now wasn't enough to kill Bonolenov.
Bang! Bang...!
Gunshots rang out. Six bullet-shaped Nen Bullets shot from the side.
Zeno halted his steps, avoiding the Nen Bullets.
"Right, there's still one more."
Zeno looked at Pakunoda.
Pakunoda stared fixedly at Zeno. She was responsible for providing support at any time, but Zeno's attack on Bonolenov was too fast and fierce.
She simply couldn't provide support in time, and could only interrupt Zeno's follow-up attack after Bonolenov was injured.
On the other side, Chrollo, who was suppressing Silva, also noticed the situation over there, 'As expected, Bonolenov still couldn't handle such a ruthless character.'
Silva seized Chrollo's moment of distraction, closed in to attack, but Chrollo dodged in time and created distance.
Looking at Chrollo, who had actively created distance, Silva's face was expressionless.
It had been years since they last met. Chrollo's Nen Abilities had become more troublesome, which was why he had been momentarily caught off guard and suppressed.
Chrollo, while keeping an eye on Silva, moved closer to where Pakunoda and Bonolenov were.
Suddenly, a black shadow carrying a sound of tearing through the air flew over from the direction of the Cemetery Building.
The black shadow flew over a distance of a hundred meters, like a meteor, and smashed into the ground between them, instantly creating a large crater.
'A person?'
Zeno and Silva became alert immediately upon hearing the sound of tearing air, but then they saw the true form of the black shadow: it was a person.
Chrollo's attention was on Silva, so he didn't see clearly what the black shadow was, only knowing it came from the Cemetery Building.
As the dust settled, both sides saw the person in the crater.
Pakunoda's face changed. Chrollo frowned, a cold glint appearing in his eyes.
Zeno and Silva also saw the person lying in the crater: a dead man with shattered bones and covered in wounds.
The person who had flown from the Cemetery Building was Feitan, whom Law had sent flying here.
At this moment, Feitan lay in the crater, devoid of any breath, already dead beyond doubt.
Both sides' attention was focused on Feitan's corpse, creating a temporary illusion of a ceasefire.
"Beep beep."
At that moment, the dedicated family internal line phone in Silva's pocket rang.
Silva took out the phone and answered, hearing Illumi's calm voice.
"Are the Spiders all dead?"
Silva glanced at Chrollo and replied, "No."
"That's good. I was faster on my end. The Ten Dons have been dealt with by me."
In a dark conference room, Illumi stood before a conference table where ten men sat, the backs of their heads pierced full of pinheads.
Illumi notified Zeno of the completed commission, then looked at the two people standing at the doorway: Maha, wearing slippers, and Kalluto, wearing a kimono.