“Claw!”

Dark red claws appeared.

The two Nen beasts launched a full-force attack on Silva.

An ordinary C-level Nen user couldn’t withstand it.

Even a B-level Nen user would grow serious.

But Silva remained completely at ease.

All the attacks were either dodged or blocked.

Killer Queen arrived behind Silva.

In direct combat, Killer Queen was inferior to Hanma Baki and Ryūnosuke Akutagawa.

But Ron couldn’t use the bomb ability against Silva.

This was a spar, not a life-and-death battle.

If Silva was accidentally crippled, it would be a huge loss for the Zoldyck family.

So Killer Queen seemed rather lackluster here, barely providing supplementary support to Hanma Baki and Ryūnosuke Akutagawa’s attacks.

Facing the three-on-one assault, Silva’s expression didn’t change.

“As expected, Silva is much stronger than Shusuke Ito.”

When Ron fought Shusuke Ito, he was already heavily injured.

But Ron had seen Shusuke Ito at his peak.

Judging by Silva’s current performance, he would have handled that situation far better than Shusuke Ito.

“As for Dominica, with my current strength, I can’t judge.”

Ron looked at Lampent nearby.

Likewise, Silva’s gaze shifted to Lampent.

“Turbid Mist!” (t/n; It’s boring to just call its attack “smog” But is this correct?)

A large amount of Smog spewed from Lampent’s mouth.

In an instant, the entire surrounding area was enveloped.

This Turbid Mist could not only affect the opponent’s vision, it also carried a certain toxicity that could poison them.

But neither effect mattered much to Silva.

With Silva’s resistance, such mild toxins wouldn’t cause any issues unless prolonged.

As for vision—

A Nen user’s perception of the outside world was by no means limited to sight alone.

Hearing, smell, and aura sensing were all important.

Especially aura sensing, which was even more critical.

However, Lampent’s Turbid Mist could even affect aura sensing.

And Ron’s own Nen beasts wouldn’t be affected.

Silva noticed this and tried to leave the mist’s range.

But Ron also knew Silva’s intentions, so he ordered Hanma Baki and the others to hold Silva here at all costs, even if they had to sacrifice themselves.

Ron himself gathered a massive amount of aura into his hands.

More and more aura concentrated there.

A startling presence burst forth from Ron’s hands.

Silva noticed and narrowed his eyes slightly.

“He’s using the Nen beasts to pin me down while he launches a lethal strike with a Nen bullet.”

This strategy was simple.

But a simple strategy wasn’t useless.

Under the right conditions, a simple approach could be highly effective.

However, if this were a real life-or-death battle, Ron wouldn’t use a Nen bullet.

He would use Killer Queen’s bomb ability.

Compared to a Nen bullet, Killer Queen’s bombs were more lethal.

—

At that moment, Silva’s aura changed as well.

“Bang!”

Killer Queen’s figure was sent flying.

“Crack!”

A crisp sound echoed from Hanma Baki’s body.

While fending off attacks from Hanma Baki and Ryūnosuke Akutagawa, Silva moved closer to Ron.

Extremely fast.

Once Silva showed his true strength, the interference that Ryūnosuke Akutagawa and Hanma Baki could cause diminished greatly, even if they fought desperately.

“Nen bullet!”

The Nen bullet in Ron’s hand was released.

At the same time, Hanma Baki pounced on Silva, hugging him tightly.

Ryūnosuke Akutagawa’s “Claw” formed a cage, trapping Silva in place.

“Boom!”

The Nen bullet hit.

A massive explosion shook the ground.

The Turbid Mist scattered under the impact.

—

In the next instant—

Silva’s figure appeared.

Not just one figure, but over a dozen, surrounding Ron.

A chilling killing intent spilled out from Silva’s body.

Hanma Baki and Ryūnosuke Akutagawa both vanished.

“Uncle Silva, I’ve lost.”

Ron spread his hands in surrender.

Silva nodded.

The illusions disappeared, leaving only Silva’s true body. He stepped forward to Ron.

“Not bad.”

But in truth, it was more than just “not bad.”

Silva looked down at his clothes. There were obvious signs of damage, and he had even entered an assassin’s state during the spar.

He had released killing intent.

A normal C-level Nen user could never achieve this.

Even for a B-level Nen user, forcing this scenario wouldn’t be easy.

“Four Nen beasts.”

“One roughly corresponds to Enhancement.”

“One roughly corresponds to Transmutation.”

“Another one can produce Turbid Mist, inflicting poison and affecting vision and sensing.”

“The remaining one seems fairly ordinary, but I recall Ron once showed a bomb-like ability. He didn’t use it this time. Is that method no longer strong enough?”

“Or is there another reason?”

“All things considered, it’s as if I was facing three top-tier C-level Nen users at once.”

“And they coordinated perfectly with each other.”

“Plus there’s Ron himself.”

“Ron’s Nen bullet also posed a decent threat.”

——-

Ron couldn’t help but marvel at Silva’s formidable strength.

Nen bullets weren’t Ron’s final trump card.

Hanma Baki, Ryūnosuke Akutagawa, Killer Queen, Nen bullets… in Ron’s view, these were all just measures to stall the opponent.

What Ron truly wanted to use was Lampent’s third ability.

But unfortunately, it was still lacking.

The conditions for that ability were too strict.

Ron had only met two of them when Silva rushed in.

Lampent required four conditions in total.

Realizing it was impossible, Ron chose to admit defeat.

Continuing would be pointless.

“But if…”

“If I had fully activated Lampent’s ability, would I have even a slight chance to defeat Silva?”

Ron thought for a moment and still felt the odds were slim.

Even if Silva’s aura volume was halved, truthfully, he was still an A-level Nen user, and not a weak one at that.

“I’m being greedy.”

“Silva’s talent is also top-tier.”

“How could just two years of effort hope to catch up to Silva’s decades of training?”

—

After returning to Heaven’s Arena, Ron rested for two days.

On the third day, Ron’s match was about to begin.

Before stepping onto the stage, Ron gathered some information about his opponent.

“Kentucky.”

Ron: “….”

That name reminded Ron of a certain style of seasoned chicken wings from his previous life.

A towering, muscular man in his early thirties, dark-skinned, built like a bodybuilding coach, with a buzz cut and a small moustache.

Just from appearance alone, he gave a strong impression of overwhelming power.

On the ring, Kentucky also displayed absolute strength.

Ron had watched recordings of Kentucky’s previous matches.

No techniques.

Just pure strength, crushing his opponents.

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