Dragon Ball: I, Yamcha, am the strongest in the universe

Chapter 107: The Dark King's Farewell

“What is the difference between the prey and the hunter?”

Yamcha asked Huashi Doulang.

"Who will seize the initiative?"

"Who hides the deepest?"

"Who has more tricks?"

Hua Shi Dou Lang gave several answers in a row, but all he got was a slight shake of the head from Yamcha.

"It's a simple question like who is stronger. You don't even know the answer."

Hua Shi Dou Lang: “.”

"A good blacksmith must be strong himself. No matter how many schemes and tricks you have, I only need one punch."

"If you can do this, you will always be the hunter who has the last laugh."

After hearing Yamcha's answer, Hua Shi Dou Lang nodded seriously.

Just like Superman has both a super brain and super strength, whenever he encounters an emergency, Superman will habitually ask his super brain what to do.

Then the super brain usually tells him: 'Use your super power! '

Strength is king, everything else is auxiliary.

"Come on, watch a good show with me."

This time, Yamcha was not only speaking to Huashi Doulang, but also to Dark WarGreymon.

"It's called—The Dark King's Farewell."

September 9th was still night.

Do the ten old men believe that all members of the Phantom Troupe have been wiped out?
A very few members believe it, but more people do not.

However, one thing is certain, the Yin Beast Night Owl, who is the only one left among the ten people who failed in the mission, is even less worthy of trust.

Why are you the only one who survived when everyone else died? And you're not even a fighting Night Owl?
Did you make some kind of secret deal with the Phantom Troupe so they didn't kill you?
Hence the previous conversation between Night Owl and the ten old men.

This night is a crucial night.

The ten old men hired a group of professional killers at a high price.

Regardless of whether the other party is truly dead or faking their death, the Phantom Troupe will be truly dead after tonight.

It's a pity. Even a world-class professional killer pales in comparison when facing masters of the Phantom Troupe's level.

Kuroro, the leader of the Phantom Troupe, was the only one who easily killed the top assassin who was hired at a very high price.

He then disguised himself and easily stole Nion's prophetic telepathic ability.

Finally, he led the remaining spiders to start their official revenge.

The Cemetery Building is the center of gang gatherings in Youkexin City. Countless gang leaders of all sizes from all over the world gather in this building.

Except the Mojito family!

Boom!

The flames shooting up into the sky and the sound of dense explosions echoed throughout the street.

"It's those criminals from the Phantom Troupe!"

"Aren't they dead? How could they be here?"

The gangsters' counterattack was so pale and powerless in front of the brigade members.

"Damn it. Request for help, request. Gah"

Before he could finish his words, his head rolled to the ground.

The fully armed troops of nearly two thousand people were completely wiped out in less than a quarter of an hour.

Then the massacre began.

The brigade began a revenge called the Great Cleansing of the entire building. Their companions died, and two of the spider's legs were broken. Now they are very angry.

This needs to be vented.

Blood must be repaid with blood.

Those gang leaders who were usually high and mighty were now no different from lambs to be slaughtered in front of the brigade members. With just a slight blow, they fell in a pool of blood in a strange posture.

Captain Kuroro stood on the rooftop of the top floor of the base building. Behind him were the killers lying on the ground. He kept waving his hands as if he was playing a piece of music, like an elegant conductor.

He called it a gangster's requiem.

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The arrival of two figures, one tall and one short, one old and one strong, made Kuroro put away his relaxed attitude and instead stare at the two of them intently.

"I didn't expect that they would invite you here as well."

The current head of the Zoldyck family, Silva, and the former head of the family, Geno.

They are Ilmi's father and grandfather, and their strength is at the top level in the world.

There were no extra words or actions, the three of them took action in an instant.

The old and strong man from the Zoldyck family had just fought with Kuroro for a few rounds, and the airflow they casually swung out scratched Kuroro's cheek.

I know that if I don't show my true ability, I will probably die here.

An ordinary book appeared in Kuroro's hand.

His mind ability - the ultimate thief's power.

A special ability that can steal other people's Nen abilities and use them for one's own benefit.

Like Yamcha's Pawn Shop No. 8, both belong to the special type, but Yamcha's ability focuses on trading, while his ability focuses on theft.

It’s so strong that it’s overwhelming.

Even though he used several very powerful Nen abilities, Kuroro was still at a disadvantage when facing two top masters in the assassination world.

"Teacher, that guy is cheating. I saw him use at least six different kinds of abilities."

An extremely subtle whisper made the three people who were fighting stop their actions at the same time and retreat backwards, leaving a safe distance.

The three of them looked towards the source of the sound, only to see three figures suddenly appearing without warning on the other side of the wall.

"who?"

The three of them were shocked at the same time. Even if they were too absorbed in the battle, this shouldn't have happened.

"Don't worry about us, just go on, just go on."

Yamcha spread his hands, shrugged and said, "I just brought my students here to see the world and meet Mr. Silva and Mr. Geno."

Although I say don't care about them, how can I not care?

The three of them seemed to have a tacit understanding and stopped the fight. At the same time, they moved to the side without leaving any trace.

Among the three new people, except for the one with a scar on his face who is quite strong, the other two are of low quality.

Especially the guy with a large cloak covering his face.

When we looked at each other, I actually had the illusion that my hair was standing on end.

This is definitely a dangerous person! A very dangerous one!
The killer's instinct is never wrong!
"I told you long ago that taking this order would be a loss, you're a tough guy."

Geno hunched over, pouted, and said very dissatisfiedly.

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Just when the three parties were in a stalemate, a button device on Silva's waist suddenly rang. He picked it up, his eyes still on Yamucha and the others.

A very subtle voice sounded in my ears, and the key points were conveyed in just a few words.

"Ok, I see."

Silva nodded expressionlessly, his eyes fell on Kuroro, and after staying for less than half a second, he turned to his father.

"The client has died, the mission is terminated."

　Four chapters to go, one chapter left. I can’t hold on any longer. I’ll take a nap. I still have to go to work during the day.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)