A shockwave, interspersed with fiery sparks, erupted outwards in all directions.
As the flas dispersed, footsteps sounded from behind. The remaining mbers of the Phantom Troupe had reached the rooftop.
Nobunaga’s expression was grim; Machi’s was composed; Machi let out a soft sigh; Phinks wore a sneering grin; Shizuku, her face impassive, calmly adjusted her glasses.
Although their faces betrayed no outward sign of surprise, a tumultuous wave of shock surged through the five of them.
Feitan was dead! Just like that, he was dead! Given Feitan’s exceptional abilities and his high ranking within the Troupe, his demise was utterly unexpected and deeply unsettling.
The five stood in a neat line behind Loki. The wind whipped up by the flas billowed, lifting Loki’s white cloak high, revealing his powerfully built physique. Loki slowly rose to his feet, the flas on his fist gradually subsiding.
"Not even a hint of sadness?" Loki remarked calmly, turning to face the five remaining mbers of the Troupe.
Feitan’s corpse lay still on the ground, lifeless, his head completely severed. A single, devastating punch had driven straight through the floor, instantly extinguishing Feitan’s life force.
"I’m rather surprised," Phinks comnted, his tone laced with disbelief, "that you weren’t even slightly injured after being hit by Feitan’s ability."
Phinks seed more preoccupied by Loki’s complete lack of injury than Feitan’s death itself. He was desperate to understand how Loki had managed to accomplish such a feat.
"Yes! Why wasn’t I injured at all?" Loki repeated Phinks’s question, his voice echoing the sa incredulity.
"You managed to kill Feitan while he was incapacitated. It seems you’re even stronger than I imagined!"
Nobunaga exclaid, scratching his head as he slowly approached Loki, casting a cold, lingering glance at Phinks before continuing. He spoke in a nonchalant tone, "Feitan’s death is rather troubleso. Now, no one can restrain your speed."
As Nobunaga spoke, he continued to close the distance between himself and Loki, deliberately adopting a languid, almost careless deanor.
He had reached a distance of precisely four ters—the exact limit of his Ken’s effective range. His feigned nonchalance was a calculated tactic to lull Loki into a false sense of security and close the gap to within striking distance.
The mont Nobunaga reached the four-ter threshold, his deanor underwent a dramatic shift.
In a swift, fluid motion, he bent at the waist, drawing his katana with lightning-fast precision. His Nen erupted in a powerful surge, his attack speed within this range proving to be no less swift than Feitan’s renowned agility.
With a single, devastating slash, a brilliant flash of light montarily illuminated the rooftop.
Nobunaga’s eyes glead with a fierce determination. "Even if you’re stronger than I anticipated, I will still sever your head and send you to join Uvogin in the afterlife," he declared, his Nen coalescing into a razor-sharp, crescent-shaped blade of energy that tore through the air with a nacing whoosh.
Nobunaga slowly raised his head after sheathing his sword, his expression one of grim satisfaction. However, the sight that greeted him in the next instant left him utterly dumbfounded.
Loki had rely shifted his left foot slightly, subtly adjusting his body position. Nobunaga’s attack had sliced through the air, passing harmlessly by Loki’s side, leaving him completely unscathed.
A clean, precise cut bisected the ground directly behind Loki, a testant to the sheer power of Nobunaga’s strike.
’What?!’ Nobunaga’s eyes widened in disbelief, his jaw dropping in astonishnt. Loki had actually managed to evade his attack completely.
It was inconceivable! At such a close range, it was deed impossible for any opponent to evade his attack. Nobunaga considered himself to be at the pinnacle of Iaido mastery, yet his attack had been rendered utterly ineffective.
However, the assault was far from over. Nobunaga’s eyes narrowed sharply as he spotted Phinks suddenly charging from behind him.
Phinks’s fist, propelled forward with the explosive force of a cannonball, launched itself towards Loki, perfectly tid to coincide with Nobunaga’s own attack.
A torrent of Nen energy surged from Phinks’s fist, generating a series of rapid, consecutive air blasts.
Thump! Loki’s foot planted firmly on the ground, causing the earth beneath him to crack and fissure violently.
He looked up, his gaze unwavering as his hand effortlessly grasped Phinks’s fist, his stance remaining perfectly stable.
"Is that all you’ve got?" Loki challenged, his voice dripping with disdain.
Upon hearing Loki’s contemptuous words, a look of unbridled fury contorted Phinks’s previously stunned expression.
"You insolent brat! You dare to act so arrogant before ?!" Phinks roared, his rage escalating.
Swish! Swish! Machi and Shizuku materialized simultaneously on either side of Loki.
Fueled by Loki’s infuriating provocation, Phinks unleashed his fury, swinging his other fist with full force towards Loki’s face.
Simultaneously, Machi and Shizuku launched their respective attacks, flanking Loki from both sides. Machi unleashed her lethal Nen threads, while Shizuku hurled her Blinky with deadly accuracy, aiming to overwhelm Loki with a coordinated assault.
From behind, Nobunaga seized the opportunity, executing a powerful leap towards Loki, clearing the space occupied by Phinks’s flailing limbs.
Suspended montarily in mid-air, Nobunaga fixed his gaze upon Loki, his hand gripping the hilt of his katana with unwavering determination.
With a swift, decisive movent, he unleashed another devastating draw-cut. Swish! The attack, swift and precise, descended upon Loki like a vengeful spirit.
Loki calmly assessed Phinks’s position and, with a swift, calculated kick, struck him squarely in the abdon.
Before Phinks could even attempt to launch his second attack, a wave of intense flas erupted from Loki’s hand, engulfing Phinks’s torso and propelling him backward in a fiery arc.
Loki, adopting a low, stable stance with his hands crossed, simultaneously unleashed two powerful blasts of fire from his palms, one aid at Machi and the other at Shizuku.
The searing jets of fla forced both Machi and Shizuku to recoil sharply, disrupting their attacks.
Nobunaga’s blade connected with Loki’s body, the imnse force of the strike sending Loki sliding backward. The razor-sharp blade sliced through Loki’s arm, inflicting a deep gash.
However, before Nobunaga’s attack could inflict further damage, Loki effortlessly absorbed the remaining energy of the strike. As he absorbed Nobunaga’s attack, the flas engulfing his body intensified, their luminescence growing even brighter.
The mont Loki ca to a halt, he launched himself forward with explosive speed, his foot striking the ground, generating a burst of fla that propelled him forward.
Using his hands to further enhance his montum, Loki propelled himself forward, his speed reaching almost unbelievable levels.
The four mbers of the Phantom Troupe, still reeling from their previous attacks, were completely caught off guard by Loki’s sudden surge of speed.
Loki effortlessly bypassed them, his movents fluid and precise, and charged directly towards Shalnark.
In a breathtaking display of agility, Loki altered his trajectory mid-air, spinning rapidly in a 360-degree rotation before unleashing a powerful kick that connected squarely with Shalnark’s body, sending her flying through the air.
Boom! A burst of intense flas erupted from the point of impact as Shalnark’s body was sent soaring high into the air.
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