"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Fists and feet flew. The two black shadows collided fiercely. The speed was so fast that the surveillance glasses could no longer capture it!
One had opened the Eight Gates, looking down on the second level; the other was a genuine second-level.
In an instant, Sean had clashed head-on with Joyce Mattel no less than a hundred times!
Both had sustained numerous injuries. After trading a punch, they pulled apart!
"Impressive. It's almost a pity to kill you." Panting slightly, Joyce Mattel rubbed his swollen hand. He squinted at Sean, "Boy, state your name. After you're dead, I don't mind erecting a monument for you."
"Hah... hah..." Sean supported himself on his knees, gasping for breath. His stamina consumption was far greater than Joyce Mattel's, which was why Joyce Mattel was so certain he would die.
"I am a Zoldyck. I don't change my name. Remember this, Young Master, my name is Illumi Zoldyck!" Sean used these precious few seconds to rest briefly. He straightened up and gave himself a thumbs-up.
Joyce Mattel was stunned and blurted out, "You're not from the Kurta Clan? You're that Zoldyck?"
"Is there any other Zoldyck in the world?" Sean sneered. "Please be serious, Mr. Ma-niao."
"Don't look at me like this. If you don't use your Nen ability and rely only on hand-to-hand combat, I'm afraid it will be difficult to kill me."
'Do you think I don't want to use it?' Joyce Mattel gave Sean a deep look. The moment he learned his "true name," his expression had become uncertain, changing as fast as a June sky.
He suddenly dispersed his Nen, picked up his suit jacket from the ground, dusted it off, and said with a look of annoyance, "I'm done fighting. Leave this place, boy. I'll pretend nothing happened today."
Sean paused, giving Joyce Mattel a strange look. He hadn't expected the Zoldyck family's "tiger skin" to be so effective. He felt an inexplicable urge to laugh. 'The old men hiding behind the curtain probably didn't expect this either.'
Sean glanced at Tsubone, as if he could see the dumbfounded expressions of the old men. He maintained his Eight Gates state, not truly relaxing. Because he could leave, and Tsubone could leave... but trying to leave with that group of pitiful girls would be difficult.
Sure enough, before Sean could speak, Joyce Mattel shot him a cold look. "Don't get any ideas about my 'cargo.' Otherwise..."
"Even at the risk of offending the Zoldyck family, I will get serious and kill you right here!"
"Hiss... so scary." Sean dug his ear. "Tsubone, what do you say we do?"
Tsubone, one arm hanging limp, glanced at Joyce Mattel. She used her good hand to bow to Sean. "I will follow the Young Master's orders."
"Oh." Sean nodded, unsurprised. "Then I'll have to trouble you. Let's go."
'?!?!' "Is this kid really just going to leave those little girls?"
In the back mountain cabin, Netero frowned as he watched the youth disperse his Eight Gates and jump onto the motorcycle Tsubone had become. He didn't even look back. 'How cold-blooded!'
"Hey, what about it?" Maha shot Netero a look. "He can't win, so he should just rush up and die?"
"Do you think my grandson is like your idiot son, missing a screw?"
"He still has strength left." Netero's eyebrows twitched, clearly getting angry—it was unclear if it was because of Sean or his son being insulted. He glared back at Maha. "Besides, Silva is also here. He shouldn't give up so soon!"
"That's pure bullshit!" 'Who can't have a god's-eye view?' Maha tapped the armrest. "The problem is, the brat is completely in the dark! No one notified him, and no one told him beforehand! How would he know Silva is here?"
"Father is right." Zigg, for once, sided with Maha. He glanced at Netero. "Netero, Sean doesn't know. Choosing to save his own life is perfectly reasonable. It's just a bit of a pity we didn't get to see his other trump cards."
"So, don't be so stubborn. You said it yourself, Silva is here. He definitely won't let anything happen to those girls."
'Makes sense.' "My dear Dousan... your son is getting beaten to a pulp, and you're still just hiding in the back watching. That's a bit hard to justify, don't you think?" Revving the engine, Sean glanced to the southwest. As he finished speaking—
Netero, Zigg, Maha: "..."
All three froze, subconsciously touching their old faces. 'Damn it! We were just slapped by that brat from afar!'
"The wind! How did this old man forget that!" Maha cried out. "Wherever the wind blows, Sean has eyes and ears! That broken-down repair shop couldn't possibly hide anything from that brat's eyes!"
"He probably knew Silva was lying in ambush there from the very beginning!"
'Old and cunning' really wasn't just an empty phrase. In the southwest corner of the abandoned repair shop, Silva, with his white hair, had been hiding perfectly. Suddenly, he was called out.
He was clearly stunned for a moment. Meeting Sean's gaze, he walked out from behind a small mountain of stacked scrap parts.
Seeing him, Joyce Mattel turned and fled, not even caring about the "cargo." It was decisive!
Unfortunately, a Nen bullet, fired after he started, was far faster than his escape. It instantly caught up to him and blew a hole in his right Achilles tendon!
"My son just said you beat him badly. You're in such a hurry to slip away, but you don't even say a word of apology. That's a bit much, isn't it?"
"Silva Zoldyck! Do you intend to make an enemy of the Kakin Empire?" He was tough! Joyce Mattel endured the intense pain and glared at Silva.
Silva hummed. "I wouldn't dare."
"But, my old man dares."
As he spoke, he suddenly accelerated, flashed his hand-chop, and in Joyce Mattel's astonished gaze, a "Snake Awl" lopped off his head!
"Tsch!" Blood spurted out, splashing near Sean's feet. The six-pointed star in the youth's right eye flashed and disappeared. He grinned and gave Silva a thumbs-up. "As expected of Dousan!"
In his heart, however, he had already quietly instructed the Sage to appraise Silva during that attack.
[Reminder, sample data collected]
[Target: Silva Zoldyck.]
[Current Nen Ability Level: Unknown.]
'Just as I thought! To be able to kill Ma-niao in two moves, this means... Dousan's Nen ability is at least a 3-level limit break!'
'Maybe even... 4-level!'
Sean's eyes flickered. He only realized when Silva was close that, in an instant, Silva was in front of him, holding Joyce's head. He looked at him strangely and asked, "How did you find me?"
To avoid being found by Joyce, he had used [Zetsu] to conceal his aura from the start. But even so, he couldn't escape Sean's perception. 'You brat... you're making your old man feel like a failure.'
Silva stared intently at Sean. The youth released the clutch, hit the gas, and shot off on the motorcycle.
"Haha! You think I'd be stupid enough to tell you, Dousan?"
"After all... we're future opponents!"
'Three years will pass quickly.'