The fleeing crowd pointed the way for Hisoka and Moro.
But even without encountering this group of people running from the plaza, Hisoka and Moro could have located the area immediately.
Because it was too conspicuous...
The Nen aura fluctuation coming from the direction of the plaza, combined with the intense killing intent within it, was as noticeable as a lighthouse in the night.
Even without seeing the scene, Moro was basically certain that Silva had made his move against the Phantom Troupe.
This is the power of intelligence.
Moro naturally wouldn't rush blindly to the scene.
He glanced through the gaps in the crowd, his gaze briefly sweeping over Hisoka's retreating figure in the distance.
"At least three or four Troupe members are present, right?"
Seeing Hisoka heading straight for the scene with a clear objective, Moro could only inwardly marvel at Hisoka's confidence, or, more accurately, the irrational driving force of his pursuit of combat.
Shifting his focus, Moro walked toward a nearby tall building.
When he reached the empty rooftop of the tall building, he could see the situation in the plaza at a glance.
A severely mutilated corpse lay inside the pit violently blasted open, most likely the Troupe's No. 8 member.
One could only say that the current head of the Zoldyck family lived up to his reputation; the efficiency of the assassination was impeccable.
On the flat ground not far from the pit, Chrollo and Silva were engaged in a fight.
Surrounding them were Machi and the other members.
Judging from their auras, they seemed ready to intervene in the battle at any moment.
"Six."
Moro's gaze swept over the Troupe members in the plaza.
The number was even higher than he had expected.
At this very moment.
The duel in the plaza was escalating towards a climax.
Chrollo, who was at a disadvantage in terms of martial arts and Nen techniques, did not stubbornly continue to clash head-on with Silva.
His initial decision to engage in close combat was because Chrollo had noticed some clues the moment Silva's palm strike killed Lucius.
It was not purely a martial arts attack but an Emitter-type attack where Nen was accumulated and then allowed to leave the palm.
Despite it being instantaneous, Chrollo keenly captured this crucial piece of information, hence his immediate move to close-quarters combat.
This also showed his confidence in his martial arts and Nen techniques.
However, after truly exchanging blows with Silva, Chrollo realized that Silva's close-combat skill was far superior to his own.
Not only in terms of martial arts and Nen techniques, but also in combat experience and sheer physical strength, Silva was currently on a level Chrollo could not match.
Recognizing this, Chrollo decisively changed his approach.
After creating a small distance, he raised his hand to conjure Skill Hunter.
Shh Shh—
The black and red book flipped automatically.
Chrollo held the book with one hand, his gaze fixed on Silva.
Seeing Chrollo conjure a book, Silva stood his ground, his peripheral vision monitoring the surrounding, restless members of the Troupe.
Conjured objects usually possess special abilities and mechanisms.
Therefore, when fighting a Conjurer, one must not give opportunities rashly but should focus on probing.
This was a piece of experience passed down to Silva by Zeno a long time ago.
Of course.
With Silva's current strength, he could entirely synchronize "probing" and "attacking," directly employing an Emitter-type long-range attack from a medium distance.
The reason Silva did not act was not due to fear of the conjured object, but because he didn't want to work for free.
Thus, even when Chrollo acted first, Silva's focus was on evasion from the start, and Chrollo was not a run-of-the-mill Nen user who could be easily dispatched.
"It seems they won't let me leave easily."
Silva took note of the positions of the other Troupe members, who were clearly deliberately blocking all possible retreat routes.
From the start of the battle until now, Chrollo's attention had been entirely on Silva, so he naturally noticed Silva's small movements in observing escape routes.
"Insisting on avoiding combat, are you..."
Chrollo slightly lowered his gaze.
The Skill Hunter in his right hand stopped on one of the pages.
He could tell that Silva intended to escape, so he abandoned the idea of a one-on-one duel.
Ensuring Silva was contained here was a more crucial outcome than anything to be gained from a "duel."
"Move."
Chrollo suddenly spoke.
The surrounding Troupe members heard this and instantly galvanized their Nen, entering a combat state.
At the same time.
Chrollo's left hand suddenly conjured a bubble gun with a drum magazine, its muzzle flashing with multicolored light.
"Frail Object"
He pointed the multicolored muzzle at Silva, then pulled the trigger.
Immediately, accompanied by a sharp dat-dat sound, a series of bubbles, shimmering with rainbow light, flew out of the muzzle.
Like dandelions carried by the wind, they flew towards Silva, attempting to envelop him.
Seeing the sky full of flying, multicolored bubbles, Silva was surprised by the ability Chrollo displayed.
But he didn't pay too much attention.
He flashed backward, exiting the area covered by the bubbles, and then immediately seized the opportunity to attack Kortopi, who was guarding a specific route.
Intending to escape, he chose the weakest point of breakthrough on the battlefield.
Kortopi saw Silva rushing towards him but was helpless.
It was simply impossible to stop him.
This was an established fact.
Kortopi was perfectly aware of this, yet he did not retreat in the slightest.
It wasn't for the sake of risking his life, but because of his complete trust in Chrollo's ability.
Clap.
The sound of a book closing echoed in the plaza.
Chrollo had closed Skill Hunter, and the bubble gun in his left hand immediately vanished.
However, the previously launched multicolored bubbles did not disappear; they continued to drift in the air.
This was the effect of "Frail Object" (Easy Prey); even if the user withdrew the bubble gun, it would not affect the bubbles that had already been launched.
Therefore—
Chrollo could, under the premise of the multicolored bubbles still existing, flip Skill Hunter again and use a different Nen ability.
The pages stopped flipping.
Simultaneously, Chrollo was already amidst the numerous multicolored bubbles, his emotionless gaze closely following Silva.
"Body and Soul Exchange"
The Emitter ability was activated.
In an instant, Chrollo and Silva swapped positions.
Silva suddenly appeared amidst the numerous multicolored bubbles, while Chrollo appeared a few meters in front of Kortopi.
Snap! Snap! Snap!
Because Silva was maintaining his forward charge, after the position swap, he inevitably burst many of the multicolored bubbles.
"..."
As the bubbles burst, specks of water splashed onto Silva's exposed Nen aura.
They then immediately began to corrode the Nen aura flowing on Silva's body like sulfuric acid, creating small holes.
A compound ability combining Conjuration and Transmutation, one that weakens Nen defense, along with an Emitter ability for forced position swapping...
Since the latter has the effect of mandatory transfer, it means it's impossible to activate it a second time in a short period.
Silva's mind raced.
He did not hesitate despite being surrounded by the multicolored bubbles. Instead, he made an extremely decisive response.
He directly crashed through the nearby remaining bubbles, letting the water droplets continue to weaken the upper limit of his visible aura, and charged straight towards Chrollo's original position.
That area was virtually an opening.
Machi was closest to that opening. Her eyes were sharp, and fine Nen threads were pulled from her hands.
But just as she was about to block Silva, three poker cards spun rapidly toward them.
They passed right between her and Silva, flying directly towards Omokage, who was nearest and had not yet taken any substantive action.
Seeing the three Nen-infused poker cards flying toward him, Omokage's expression changed. He hurriedly sidestepped, dodging the cards.
On the nearby tall building rooftop.
Moro, who was watching the show, couldn't help but look toward Hisoka, who had thrown the poker cards.
He could tell that Hisoka had entered the plaza from that position and originally intended to use those three poker cards to greet Machi, who was closest to him.
However, seeing Machi and Silva about to clash, he immediately redirected his attack, aiming for the nearby Omokage, who appeared to be slacking off.
This guy... is a complete chaotic element.
Realizing this, Moro couldn't help but inwardly sigh.
(End of this Chapter)
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