The others barely had ti to react. As Larry approached the stage, Zero's grin widened. "You can still move?" His voice was deep, but filled with amusent. "Even under my aura?"
Larry shrugged. "You’re not the first creep I’ve t."
Zero let out a low chuckle—one that soon turned into full-blown laughter. "Good, good… Then let’s have so fun." The mont he spoke those words, His aura intensified. The sheer concentration of malice caused the tal platform beneath them to creak. Then, Zero finally shed his robe, Revealing a scar-covered body, with strange black markings etched across his arms. His hands twitched, as if he were starving for violence. "I haven’t had a good fight in years," Zero muttered. His eyes locked onto Larry. "But sothing about you… I feel like I should kill you first."
Larry smirked. "Funny. I was just thinking the sa thing." As Larry got a proper look at the man standing before him, his pupils narrowed slightly. Red hair, a vicious face, and thick muscle mass, The resemblance was uncanny.
Kurapika’s voice ca out shaky. "Is that… Wrath from the Seven Deadly Sins?" At first, he sounded certain— But then, he paused, doubt creeping in. Because Wrath was already dead. And the man standing before them? He looked exactly like the criminal Larry had personally executed. Larry stared at the man, his mind already piecing things together. A second later, He used his ability.
***
Na: Mizek
Strength: C
Nen Type: Specialist
Abilities: Master of Imitation – Can copy a target’s physical appearance after obtaining a sample of their blood. The more blood collected, the more accurate and longer-lasting the imitation.
Limitations: Can only copy appearance, not abilities. Each target can only be copied once per month. Transformation lasts up to 30 minutes.
***
‘What a waste of a Specialist ability. If this guy could copy Nen abilities, he’d be a real threat. Instead, all he could do was play dress-up.’ Larry glanced up, watching as Mizek stood there, giggling to himself, Clearly amused by his own deception. "…A lunatic and an idiot. Great combination," Larry muttered.
Mizek, still reveling in his illusion, spoke with confidence. "Heh, do you get it now?" His voice bood across the stage. "I am Wrath, from the Seven Deadly Sins!"
Leorio’s face paled, and he grabbed Kurapika’s shoulder. "Hey, hey, hey! What the hell is going on?! Didn’t you say Wrath was dead?!"
Kurapika didn’t answer imdiately. His eyes were locked onto Mizek—Observing his stance, expression, and aura. Sothing was off. But before he could voice his doubts, Larry spoke up. "Oh? So you’re Wrath?" His tone was light—amused.
Mizek grinned, playing along. "That’s right, kid. Tremble before—"
Larry’s next words cut him off. "That’s funny," he said, tilting his head. "Because I heard Wrath was dead."
Mizek’s smirk faltered. For the first ti, uncertainty flickered in Mizek’s eyes. He had been locked away in prison for so long— He had no idea what had happened outside. ‘Could it be…?’ "Boy," Mizek scoffed, shaking off his doubt. "Do you think I’ll just believe you? How do I know you’re not lying?"
Larry chuckled, shaking his head. His word practically admit he’s not wrath. "You don’t have to take my word for it," he said casually, pointing forward. "Ask him yourself."
The air shifted. A heavy gust of wind surged through the battlefield, carrying grainy specks of sand A low rumble echoed through the chamber. The iron floor trembled. A blinding white light burst forth. Mizek’s body locked up instantly. His eyes widened, pupils shrinking to pinpricks. And as the light faded, revealing the towering shadow behind Larry. A massive beast of steel and rage lood over the battlefield. Tyranitar.
A titan of destruction, its green armor-like skin gleaming under the artificial light. Its crimson eyes locked onto Mizek, And the imitator’s entire body started trembling. "R-R-R-ROOOAAAAAARRR!!!" Tyranitar let out a deafening, earth-shaking roar, sending a wave of sheer terror through the chamber.
A blazing orange-red aura wrapped itself around Tyranitar's right arm And in the blink of an eye, the monstrous creature's fist plumted toward Mizek like a teor crashing down from the heavens. The sheer force of the attack tore through the air, generating a deafening shockwave that sent ripples through the chamber. Ti seed to freeze.
For a fleeting second, Mizek could sll death—sharp, suffocating, and absolute. And in that mont of clarity, he realized sothing. Larry’s mocking smirk wasn’t a bluff. He had been telling the truth all along. Wrath was dead. And the monster that killed him, Was standing right in front of him. A wave of regret surged through Mizek’s mind. "I ssed up. I really, really ssed up." Had he known this beforehand, He would have never dared to steal Wrath’s identity. But it was too late for regrets. Because Tyranitar's colossal fist—Was already upon him.
BOOM.
The mont Tyranitar’s fist connected, the entire platform trembled violently. A massive crater ford instantly, swallowing the entire arena in a cloud of shattered debris and billowing Mizek. Chunks of stone and tal were sent flying in all directions, embedding themselves into nearby walls. The sheer force of the impact caused the floor beneath to cave in, sending massive cracks splintering across the platform. And at the center of it all, Mizek no longer existed. His body had been reduced to nothing—completely crushed beneath Tyranitar’s devastating attack. Only a few remnants of blood and torn fabric remained—faint traces of a man who had been erased in an instant.
On the opposite side of the chamber, the remaining prisoners could only watch in horror. Then, as if waking from a nightmare, They scattered in every direction, their instincts screaming at them to flee before they beca the next target. They had never seen anything like this. This wasn’t just a fight. This was annihilation. Larry hadn’t just won— He had made an example of Mizek.
Kurapika and Leorio stood frozen in place, staring at the destruction in absolute disbelief. Gon, usually the most optimistic of them all, had no words. His gaze is locked on Tyranitar. Killua had gone pale, his assassin instincts fully aware of what had just happened. Even Hisoka—lurking sowhere in the depths of the tower—paused in his tracks, a gleam of interest flashing in his eyes.
Deep inside the surveillance room, Warden Lippo sat paralyzed, his biscuit dropping to the floor. His fingers trembled, his normally smug deanor replaced by pure terror. "This… this can’t be real." The man on screen, The one who just obliterated Mizek in a single attack, Was still staring directly into the cara. And then, Larry smiled. A slow, deliberate, mocking grin. "I was wondering why a guy like Mizek was even here…" Larry tilted his head slightly, his eyes piercing through the screen. "But now I get it." His voice, though calm, carried a weight of absolute authority. "This was your doing, wasn’t it?"
Lippo flinched so hard that his chair nearly tipped over. It was as if Larry was looking straight through him, as if the screen itself didn’t even exist. How?! How did he know?! How did he see right through the setup?! Cold sweat dripped down Lippo’s forehead. But before he could even process the fear clawing at his chest— Larry spoke again. "You like playing gas, don’t you? Then how about I break your toys?"
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