You Little Punks, I'll Set Off Some Fireworks for Your Funeral

Ian glanced excitedly at his palm, then looked into the distance, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"Boom--"

With a loud bang, a deep pit, more than ten meters in diameter, sank straight into the ground beneath his feet!

The hard rocks shattered as if by an earthquake, and all the surrounding buildings and windows broke, causing panic among the people nearby!

Ian's figure had already exceeded the speed of sound in an instant, disappearing without a trace from the spot!

Below tall buildings.

Flash Ghost and Evil Mage had just emerged from within, looking disheveled and grime-covered. They exchanged a glance, both revealing expressions of horror.

"What was that guy all about?! It was like running into Netero! How could he be so strong?!"

The skull on the outside of the Flash Ghost's body was shattered, barely holding on, and a chill ran down my spine.

If that boy really is Ian, then without a doubt, their mission is doomed; his strength is far beyond what they can afford to provoke!

The Evil Mage also coughed up blood, his face turning deathly pale.

They were blasted to the ground beneath the building in just a single encounter, without even seeing how the other side made their move.

He felt that at least half of his ribs in his chest and abdomen were broken.

Fortunately, his Nen Ability allows him to perfectly control the power of blood, so this injury is not considered fatal.

But... I wonder how Siming and the others are doing now!

Just as the two walked side by side toward the outside of the building, the terrifying pillar of thought that rose again in the distance caught their attention.

Their expressions froze, clearly sensing an even more terrifying and chilling aura than before!

"Not again!?"

"It's... it's that brat's aura!"

Flash Ghost's eyes were bloodshot, his voice trembled as he spoke, and his pupils contracted sharply. This time, he was truly terrified!

If this continues, he might really die here!

The Evil Mage's previous indifference was gone, replaced by a hint of fear in his eyes. The other party's youthful appearance was nothing more than a facade of weakness.

Beneath that boyish body lay a terrifying being comparable to Netero!

What's wrong with this world?

Why, suddenly, did they not understand?

Could it be that their Scythe of Judgment will fall here this time?

In an instant, a multitude of complex thoughts swirled in the Evil Mage's mind.

His expression was extremely serious. He immediately turned his head and spoke earnestly to Flash Ghost.

"Flash Ghost... we must hurry and warn Siming and the others... we must escape now..."

He hadn't finished speaking!

"Boom--"

A massive shockwave instantly swept across the area!

Flash Ghost froze, his eyes wide open, not daring to blink, as copious amounts of blood splattered onto his face and into his eyes.

He just stared blankly, as if time had frozen and his breath had stopped...

It was just a blink.

The Evil Mage's body disappeared.

No... he didn't completely disappear; his two legs remained in place.

In an instant, his entire upper body was blasted into dust by a terrifying punch that exceeded the speed of sound several times over!

Spine, blood, muscles, and bones were all ravaged by that Nen imbued with terrifying power.

It spread outwards from the center point on the chest, completely exploding...

This moment.

All sound seemed to stop, until a second later, a violent rumbling sound reached Flash Ghost's ears!

His ears were ringing, his eyes were glazed over, and he stared in terror at the burly figure shrouded in smoke and radiating light standing before the Evil Mage.

"Monster... monster..."

He mumbled something, his body too terrified to move an inch, only his pupils wide open, staring intently at the figure.

"So... this guy is actually this weak..."

"However, perhaps I'm just too strong right now..."

At this moment.

Flash Ghost heard it; the burly figure shrouded in smoke and dust spoke in a cold and cruel voice.

"Who... who exactly are you!?"

Flash Ghost's face was deathly pale, and he spoke in a trembling voice, his expression devoid of color.

As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, Ian's body, now brimming with explosive power, stood tall and straight, completely ignoring Flash Ghost's words.

He stared intently at his fist, which was as big as a sandbag, as if pondering the power of that punch...

The ignored Flash Ghost, even though it saw that the other party hadn't moved at all.

At this point, he had completely lost his courage and dared not launch an attack.

I don't know how many seconds passed.

Ian seemed to only then realize that there was an enemy beside him. His resolute head, with its black hair standing on end, did not turn around, but merely glanced at the other person with a sidelong look.

"Oh... I almost forgot about you, blondie. Why aren't you avenging your comrades?"

Staring at Ian with eyes that seemed to look down on him like an ant, Flash Ghost's breath hitched, and his heart nearly jumped out of his throat.

He was like an ordinary person standing close to a bloodthirsty tiger, completely losing his courage!

Ian noticed that the other person's face, already covered in skull tattoos, looked even more grotesque after the convulsions, due to extreme fear. He frowned and said coldly.

"So it was just a nobody..."

He turned around, his tall and imposing figure walking step by step towards the other person.

Each step felt like a heavy hammer blow to Flash Ghost's heart. His pupils dilated, his face turned pale, and cold sweat poured down his body.

Until Ian calmly walked up to the other person, looked down at the Flash Ghost who was now half a head shorter than him, Heavy Pressure a large hand heavily on the other person's shoulder, and said indifferently.

"Yellow-haired guy, asking me who I am?"

"You don't even know who I am, yet you've trespassed on my territory?"

"I remember... you seemed to be controlling a skeleton that was grabbing my Steel Shell. Let it out again, let me take a look!"

At this moment, Flash Ghost only wanted to survive and had no courage to fight his opponent. He lowered his head, his expensive beachwear already soaked with cold sweat, and trembled as he spoke.

"We... we didn't mean to fight your... your pet... ah!!"

He hadn't finished speaking.

Ian clenched his fist expressionlessly, and with a casual squeeze, the power that his body could easily unleash was terrifying!

With a single grip, the other's shoulder bone was easily crushed, blood, flesh, and bone fragments mixed together and seeping from between Ian's fingers. He said coldly.

"Don't make me repeat myself, I said... bring that skeleton out here, I want to take a look!"

Amidst the excruciating pain, Flash Ghost was stirred with a surge of rage!

His eyes widened, bloodshot, and his expression became frantic. He knew that if he endured any longer, he would probably die, so he screamed wildly!

"You monster, die!!"

"Boom--"

The next moment, a massive, four- or five-meter-long, pitch-black skull covered in cracks suddenly emerged from his body. As soon as it appeared, its enormous bone hand slammed down on Ian.

A strike delivered with all its might, as if it intended to annihilate Ian completely with this single blow!

Ian's resolute face remained calm at that moment.

He raised his head, stared at the giant, pitch-black skull that had appeared above the other person's body, and sneered.

"You... you used this thing to grab my Steel Shell?"

"Bang--"

A huge golden light suddenly flashed, and behind Ian, a giant golden Guanyin statue, nearly ten meters tall and with hundreds of arms, appeared, slapping out its segmented arms in unison!

In an instant!

The giant, jet-black skull's head was smashed to pieces with a single, powerful slap!

The entire body, constructed from Nen, began to shatter!

Flash Ghost's face turned deathly pale and stiff. He stared blankly at the scene, his pupils contracting, and he stammered.

"Hundred... 100-Type Guanyin Bodhisattva... you... you are Netero!! This... how is this possible!?"

"Bang--"

Several giant golden palms suddenly slammed down, Flash Ghost, with unanswered questions, was instantly slammed to the ground like a fly being swatted, turning into a lump of bloody mud!

Ian glanced indifferently at the pool of filthy blood on the ground, then turned to leave.

There are still a few guys waiting for him to cook over there!

Just as he was about to set off.

He raised an eyebrow.

Eerie blood threads were seen swirling and dancing. From the body of the Flash Ghost, which had just turned into a pulp, blood threads also appeared, then drifted toward the pair of feet that belonged to the Evil Mage that remained in place.

"Post-mortem Nen?"

"Interesting..."

Upon seeing this, Ian was no longer in a hurry to leave. He hadn't expected that the monk he had casually killed would unleash such potential in his dying moments.

He stood there quietly, his posture upright, tilting his head slightly as he looked at his remaining legs.

In no Kung Fu Hustle at all.

Clumps of scarlet blood seemed to be re-evolving into various internal organs and bodies, floating above the feet. Soon, a long line of blood extended from a distance and then pulled over a broken monk's head, which was only half intact.

All that remained of his eye socket was a bloody hole, but at this moment, a clump of blood was reshaping his eyeball.

On the forehead of the head, the remaining eerie scarlet markings were now shimmering and glowing.

Ian gave a cold smile and said coldly.

"It seems... you really enjoy playing the dead and coming back to life act..."

"I remember, it was you who used your abilities to corrode the Steel Shell, wasn't it? Your abilities are really interesting..."

"However, I'm not bad at all. Since you enjoy playing so much, then I might as well play to my heart's content..."

Ian simply raised his hand.

Then, from the [Gadget Combination Belt], dozens of "Crystal Bombs " were pulled out in an instant. Their power had already been tested on Sashado, and they were quite formidable.

Right now, he's preparing this big gift for the monk.

The opponent is currently in a "resurrected state" and appears unable to move.

Ian threw the Crystal Bomb directly onto the opponent's intact foot, infusing a wisp of Nen into the bomb, waiting for the opponent to fully revive before setting off a firework for him.

"Swish!" "Swish!" "Swish!"

Just then...

Siming, Golden Gun, Yuliya, and the others arrived on the field, but their expressions changed slightly when they saw the scene before them.

The Evil Mage is dead!?

Where did that guy Flash Ghost, go?!

Ian glanced at them, a slight smirk playing on his lips, and sneered.

"You've arrived at the perfect time. Seeing your comrades' flesh and blood explode like fireworks is a kind of funeral for you all..."