Hunter: I became stronger even after I died.

Chapter 246 Don't mind it, you guys continue.

Hisoka has always wanted to have a showdown with Chrollo.

In his view, the tour group was already at its end.

So, as Moro said, we should cherish this opportunity.

Hisoka narrowed his eyes slightly, placed one hand on his waist, and stared at Chrollo with an almost hunter-like posture.

His aura revealed an undisguised, raw desire welling up from the depths of his heart.

But it wasn't just a pure desire to kill; it was more like...

Hisoka's aura at this moment is a mixture of his fervent thirst for battle and a basic human need.

"Is this guy a pervert...? You guys know him?"

Kangzai felt a surge of disgust just from sensing Hisoka's aura, and glanced at Kurapika and Kalmod out of the corner of his eye.

Kurapika didn't know how to answer, so he remained silent.

Kurt took two steps to the side towards Kangzai, quietly distancing himself: "We don't know this kind of pervert!"

Kang Jae nodded upon hearing this.

Hisoka's aura was like a signal.

On the Phantom Troupe's side, Kuroro and the others were all prepared to fight.

Despite being locked onto by Hisoka's aura, Chrollo remained completely unmoved, and with a wave of his hand, the Thief's Secret appeared out of thin air.

“Paknotta, intelligence.”

His gaze was fixed on Moro, and he spoke to Paknotta in a tone devoid of any emotion.

Paknotta materialized a revolver after the bombardment of the star cluster ended.

Upon hearing Kuroro's reminder, her years of tacit understanding made her instantly realize that Kuroro was ready to provide cover, so she decisively raised her gun and aimed it at Machi and Kubi.

Before pulling the trigger, she first looked at Machi and Kubi.

Without any communication, relying solely on the trust between the group members, Machi and Kubi understood each other in an instant, thus lowering their guard against Pakunoda's actions.

"Bang, bang!"

Two gunshots rang out from the ruins.

The memory bullet, imbued with intelligence, pierced precisely between Machi and Kubi's eyebrows.

In an instant, information about Moro and Kurapika's abilities flooded into Machi and Kurapika's minds like data.

This is not a slow interpretation, but rather Paknoda's pre-refined, most concise and efficient cognition, as if the document were directly engraved into the brain.

Machi and Kubi's pupils contracted slightly, then cleared in an instant.

The transmission and digestion of intelligence can happen in the blink of an eye.

Being able to quickly prepare in this situation...

It's no wonder they've remained a top-tier criminal organization for so many years.

But it makes no sense.

Moro raised his arm, a ball of spiritual energy gathering in his palm, and calmly said, "One for each person."

The voice just fell,

The flying star that Moro had gathered in his palm suddenly split apart, turning into a sky full of streams of light that attacked the members of the troupe like a torrential rain.

Faced with the sudden barrage of shooting stars, the members of the troupe swiftly dodged and weaved through the dense explosions.

On top of the ruins.

The explosion was deafening, and smoke and dust billowed everywhere.

As the aftershocks of the explosion subsided, the members of the troupe were forced to disperse.

It was only then that they realized...

Although the flying stars released by the opponent were powerful, the landing point of each splitting psychic bullet seemed to be exquisitely controlled.

obviously--

This attack was not intended to kill, but rather to disrupt their positions.

The group's gazes pierced through the dissipating dust and focused on Moro.

Apart from Kuroro, the other members of the Phantom Troupe all wore solemn expressions.

In their eyes, Moro, who launched two waves of attacks in succession, was undoubtedly a very powerful monster.

Furthermore, based on the information in Feitan's memory fragments, it seems that this monster did not use its full strength when it fought Feitan.

Because of this realization, an invisible pressure arose in the hearts of Paknotta and others.

At this time.

Kang Jae and his team each chose their opponents.

Aside from Chrollo, who was directly taken away by Hisoka, Kang Zai judged based solely on his intuition that Machi was the strongest among the Phantom Troupe members present.

Therefore, with the mindset of being a senior, Kang Jae directly chose Machi as his opponent.

Kalto has always cared a lot about strength, so after Kangzai took Machi, he thought he should at least pick an opponent who was stronger on the surface.

However, the Phantom Troupe did not give Kaldor the opportunity to choose his opponent.

because--

Driven by hatred, Amanda went to find Kurt.

"..."

Kurt could only express his feelings by looking at Amanda, whose shoulder was injured, with a look of disdain.

After seeing the look in Kurt's eyes, Amanda, who was already filled with murderous intent towards Kurt, unleashed it like a volcanic eruption, fully displaying her killing intent in her aura.

the other side.

Kurapika chose Pakunoda.

If Conan and Kalmod chose their opponents based more on "psychology and preference," then Kurapika's approach was entirely based on "tactical considerations."

He had just witnessed Paknotta's materialized revolver.

Although the word "information" from Kuroro's mention of it suggested that the revolver's capabilities were related to intelligence transmission, ...

It cannot be ruled out that the revolver possessed conventional lethality.

Based on this, Kurapika, who possesses the Soul Chain ability, naturally regarded Pakunoda as the most suitable opponent.

This is a choice made to ensure a higher win rate.

In a sense, this is where Kurapika and Chrollo are similar.

Kangzai, Kalmod, and Kurapika have all identified their opponents, but Morrow remains standing still, as if he were an outsider.

Hisoka, on the other hand, couldn't wait to land directly in front of Chrollo.

"Is Moro the only person you see...?"

Noticing that Chrollo's vigilance was still focused on Moro, Hisoka held a playing card between his fingers, rested it on his chin, and said:

"So, are you going to keep ignoring my enthusiasm like this? If so, I'll be very disappointed, Kuroro."

"..."

Kuroro didn't respond to Hisoka at all, but a chilling killing intent quietly surfaced deep in his eyes.

The original plan was to deal with Hisoka, the mole, the night after tomorrow...

But I never expected things to turn out this way.

Uvogin and Nobunaga, who are currently in the special attack positions, are not here, and Kubi and Amanda's abilities require some prior preparation.

It can be said that there could be no worse situation than this, in such a sudden encounter.

To change this situation, what I need to do now is...

It's to provide Kubi and Amanda with the means (dolls), and to kill Hisoka as quickly as possible.

Having thought this through, Kuroro had a clear idea of ​​what to do.

Hisoka keenly sensed the murderous intent hidden deep in Chrollo's eyes.

He is now extremely sensitive.

So when he discovered Kuroro's murderous intent towards him, a wide grin involuntarily appeared on his face.

"That's... great." Hisoka murmured softly, his tall and strong body slowly bending and straightening into a slightly strange charging stance, the playing card between his fingers hanging in front of his chest.

Kuroro stared expressionlessly at the almost violent aura emanating from Hisoka, flicked the page with his thumb, and turned it over again.

His first priority was to provide Kubi and Amanda with ability materials, but Hisoka seemed to have misunderstood something.

"The Secret of the Dressing Table"

Kuroro stretched his left hand out to his side, and his Nen flowed like silk into his palm, instantly outlining the shape of an old dressing table, which then quickly materialized.

It might be due to personal interests or hobbies, or perhaps because the Specialist type is better at materialization and manipulation abilities.

Therefore, most of Kuroro's "collection" consists of materialization abilities.

But one thing is certain.

No matter what type of ability he steals, Kuroro can make the most of that ability almost perfectly.

This skill might be due to the Thief's Ultimate ability mechanism.

But it essentially stems from Kuroro's own talent for imitating others.

As the mental energy stabilized, the completed dressing table appeared, adorned with intricate carvings. The mirror was blurry, and a chilling aura emanated from its edges.

Hisoka narrowed his eyes slightly. He didn't make any move when Chrollo activated his materialization ability, but simply watched with interest.

It wasn't entirely because he was overconfident or out of curiosity, but rather because he could immediately tell it was a materialization-type ability just by looking at the outline of the dressing table.

Therefore, when the capabilities are unclear, the safest approach is always to cautiously probe rather than blindly charge forward.

"A dressing table..."

Hisoka looked at the somewhat old-fashioned dressing table, and for a moment he couldn't guess its ability.

Kuroro was not surprised by Hisoka's wait-and-see reaction.

Although the time he spent with Hisoka was not long, it was enough for him to understand Hisoka's style of doing things.

Conservatism is only one of the reasons.

Hisoka is this guy...

The goal in the battle is to make the opponent completely submit.

Therefore, they will "generously" allow him to complete the release of his abilities.

"Let me make this clear from the start: those aggressive looks you often give me are never worth my attention."

Kuroro reached his left hand into the blurry mirror of the dressing table and said expressionlessly, "But now it seems that this blatant provocation is not entirely without value."

"Oh?"

Hisoka's smile froze for a moment, and the wide grin slowly faded slightly.

He understood the unspoken meaning in Kuroro's words.

This is at……

Should we thank him for his "choice"?

The answer came out quickly.

Kuroro slowly withdrew his left hand from the mirror.

As he withdrew, ripples spread across the blurry mirror surface.

Within the ripples, Kuroro somehow managed to pull out someone who looked exactly like him.

The secret of the dressing table is its ability to create a replica of yourself without any motivation, through the mirror.

Then, using items on the dressing table such as lipstick, eyebrow pencil, foundation, and even hair clips, she would dress up the replica of herself.

The moment the makeup is completed, it gives the "replica doll" a highly precise driving force.

Its power lies in the fact that once the user replicates another version of themselves, they can retrieve the manifested energy that was diverted out by withdrawing the dressing table.

The removal of the dressing table will not affect the continued existence of the replica doll.

In addition, the original user of the ability holds the view that the other self replicated in the mirror is no different from an inanimate object before being adorned with makeup, and has no value whatsoever.

In other words, from the perspective of the original user, an unmodified replica doll is no different from an ordinary stone that can be found anywhere on the roadside, rather than a unique product born from Nen ability.

Its very existence is that of an ordinary object, nothing more than the most normal thing in the world.

Only after careful makeup application will its existence undergo a fundamental change, and only then can the uniqueness of "thought" be highlighted to the greatest extent.

This view of ability seems to stem from a transformative concept of "rebirth" born from an inferiority complex.

When Chrollo used this ability, it was clearly not to use it against Hisoka.

Even if Hisoka is generous, he doesn't have the patience to wait for Chrollo to decorate the replica doll's makeup.

Kuroro's true purpose is to use this ability to provide a medium for Kubi and Amanda's abilities.

After pulling out the replica doll, he suddenly exerted force in his arm and flung the doll towards Kubi in the distance.

Hisoka, seeing Kuroro's actions, finally understood the meaning of gratitude implied in Kuroro's words.

That's because he chose Kuroro as his opponent.

Therefore, Kuroro can provide his companions with ability assistance without any pressure.

"Are you looking down on me?"

Hisoka's smile vanished completely, but the excitement in his eyes was replaced by a purer desire for destruction. He spoke with an unusual calmness: "Or do you particularly look down on me?"

"I don't care what you think."

After throwing the doll at Kubi, Kuroro immediately returned to the dressing table and withdrew his manifested aura.

However, in order to ensure the continued operation of his abilities, he cannot use the other abilities in the book and must always keep holding the book in his right hand.

Perhaps Kuroro didn't actually mean to look down on Hisoka; he was just considering the "outcome" of the team battle.

Regardless of his true thoughts, this behavior was already a form of contempt towards Hisoka.

Hisoka was very unhappy.

But as Kuroro said, he doesn't care what Hisoka thinks at all.

the other side.

Kubi received the ability materials provided by Kuroro.

Amanda.

He called out Amanda's name and then decisively activated his ability.

"God's left hand and the devil's right hand"

He reached out his left hand to touch the replica doll that looked exactly like Kuroro, and as his manifested energy concentrated, his right hand copied another doll at an astonishing speed.

But just as he was about to replicate the second puppet, a strong sense of crisis throbbed in his temples.

He was not careless.

While using his abilities, he kept a close eye on Morrow's movements.

Although it's unclear why Moro seemed so detached, as long as they were far enough away, they would have time to react.

But when Moro teleported in, Kubi directly experienced death.

In the critical moment, his "flow" was ultimately no faster than Moro's attack, and he didn't have time to channel the manifested energy in his hands to defense.

laugh.

A hand imbued with solidified mental energy pierced Kubi's heart.

Kubi's body trembled violently, and the single eye that peeked out from his long hair stared blankly at Moro, who was so close to him. In an instant, he felt all his strength rapidly disappearing.

Moro casually withdrew his hand and glanced sideways at Hisoka and Chrollo.

"Don't worry about it, you can continue."

Moro remained calm, as if he had simply tossed something worthless into the trash can.

Upon hearing Moro's words, Hisoka's face immediately revealed a strange expression.

Kuroro's pupils contracted slightly, his face tightened instinctively, and a sense of gloom welled up inside him.

Those in other battle circles haven't actually faced off yet.

But they noticed that Moro had stabbed Kubi through the chest.

No,

It's over already?!
(End of this chapter)