As Larry continued his silent observations, the battle had already begun. The hip-hop guy wasted no ti and charged straight at Neguro’s wind-and-fire bodyguards, intent on settling the score. With his durable body and an endless supply of Nen from his siblings, he could afford to take risks. His straightforward, close-combat style forced the duo into a defensive stance, their elental attacks struggling to keep him at bay.
anwhile, the leather-clad woman faced off against Neguro himself. Her whip lashed through the air in rapid succession, creating afterimages as she struck at the approaching insect swarm, keeping them at bay with precise, calculated strikes. But there was a problem. Her Vampire Whip could only absorb Nen if it inflicted damage on living beings, drawing their blood. Neguro’s swarm, however, was entirely composed of Nen constructs—there was no blood to drain. This ant her whip was effectively useless in terms of sustaining her own energy. If not for the glasses man supplying her with a steady stream of Nen, she wouldn’t have lasted this long.
The reality was sinking in fast—without a way to counter the swarm’s endless assault, they were in trouble. The longer they fought, the more drained they would beco. And Neguro knew it. Larry sighed, folding his arms as he leaned against a nearby pillar. “Looks like they’re stuck,” he muttered under his breath.
Despite the intensity of the battle raging before him, Larry stood off to the side, watching the chaos unfold like a re spectator. Even the fighters instinctively kept their distance from him, subconsciously treating him as if he were fragile. They knew full well that if Larry were to get injured, the death aura lingering in the ruins would make it impossible for them to escape alive.
To them, Larry was nothing more than a non-combatant—an auxiliary figure with no real influence in the fight. What they failed to realize was that the Gardevoir standing beside him, quietly suppressing its aura, could reduce them to dust with a re flick of its wrist. Since no one paid him much attention, Larry decided to enjoy the show. The chaotic clash between the fighters was unlike anything he had ever witnessed before. It was a spectacle that could make even the most action-packed Hollywood blockbuster look like child's play. ‘If only I had so popcorn and a soda’, he mused, smirking to himself.
As Larry leisurely observed the battle, he also kept an eye on the progress bar in his mind. It was inching closer to completion, like an athlete nearing the finish line. The anticipation of which Pokémon might appear next filled him with excitent.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Each ti the hip-hop guy’s fists struck the ground, deep craters ford, sending clouds of dust and debris into the air. His raw strength pulverized the stone beneath him, but despite his overwhelming power, his attacks rarely connected.
A closer look revealed why—both of Neguro’s bodyguards were encased in a shimring green aura, a clear manifestation of No. 1’s wind-based Nen ability. By infusing wind into their movents, they enhanced their speed and agility while simultaneously releasing counteracting gusts to slow their opponent down. It wasn’t on the sa level as Killua’s Godspeed, but it still provided a significant boost, allowing them to keep just out of the hip-hop guy’s reach.
Larry shook his head as he observed No. 1, who was already drenched in sweat and panting heavily. ‘He's got solid control over his Nen, balancing both offense and support seamlessly,’ he thought.
No. 2, on the other hand, was less impressive. Aside from the sheer destructive force of his fire-based attacks, he lacked finesse and creativity. ‘It’s a sha they’re both only at C-level,’ Larry mused. Their combined efforts could increase their destructive potential, but they were still outmatched by the hip-hop guy’s sheer brute strength.
The longer the fight dragged on, the more apparent the difference in stamina beca. While No. 1 and No. 2’s attacks were slowing down, the hip-hop guy’s punches were only getting stronger and faster. His Nen ability allowed him to thrive on taking damage, making him even more dangerous as the battle wore on.
Seeing their advantage slipping away, the two bodyguards exchanged a quick glance. A flash of determination crossed their eyes. They weren’t blind—they had already figured out the hip-hop guy’s ability. Each hit he took only fueled his power. If they kept going at this rate, they’d only be making things worse for themselves. They had no choice but to go all in.
Without hesitation, they leapt back, putting as much distance between themselves and the hip-hop guy as possible. Their feet barely touched the ground as they rode the wind-infused Nen, retreating swiftly to buy themselves more ti. Side by side, they brought their hands together, and streams of fiery red and erald green Nen swirled between them. The energy started out small, barely the size of a ping-pong ball, but it grew rapidly, expanding into sothing far more dangerous.
Larry's eyes narrowed as he watched the swirling mass of energy between them. The destructive force radiating from the growing orb was undeniable. The two bodyguards were preparing their trump card—a technique that involved pooling nearly all their remaining Nen into a single, devastating attack. The trick, however, was balance. The energy output from both of them had to be perfectly equal; otherwise, the fusion would collapse and detonate prematurely.
Within monts, the swirling mass had expanded to the size of a basketball, rotating rapidly in their hands. A powerful wind swirled around them, forming a counterclockwise vortex that threatened to pull in everything nearby. Larry couldn’t help but feel a sense of déjà vu. ‘Is this… Wind and Fire Release – Big Ball Rasengan?’
The two guards’ synchronized breathing and precise movents were impressive, especially given the pressure of the mont. This was the pinnacle of their teamwork, their last-ditch effort to turn the tide. With a coordinated shout, they hurled the spiraling mass of energy toward the charging hip-hop guy with all their might.
The glowing sphere tore through the air, leaving a trail of distorted space in its wake. It wasn’t just an attack; it was their final gamble. Larry’s expression remained neutral as he watched it soar through the cavern. “Let’s see if you can handle this,” he muttered, his gaze locked on the hip-hop guy.
With no ti to evade, the hip-hop guy was forced to halt his charge abruptly, crossing his arms defensively in front of him. He had no choice—he had to take it head-on. The resulting explosion sent shockwaves rippling through the entire chamber, shaking the ground beneath their feet. A dense cloud of smoke engulfed the area, obscuring everything in a thick, gray haze. For a mont, the entire battlefield fell silent.
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