Half of... Death Controlling Possessed Blood

Mizaistom and Ankeli's actions had succeeded in enraging Ian.

He had originally intended to talk to them, but after they hurt Uvogin, the grudge had been set!

Since they were being so unreasonable, he had no choice but to teach them a lesson.

So what if they were future members of the Zodiacs?

Now that he had obtained that item, there was no way he would back down from them, as long as they didn't fight head-on!

"Bzz..."

Ian slowly raised his hand, malicious Nen radiating from his entire body.

The next moment, a camera resembling a little devil appeared in his palm.

It was the item he had drawn from yesterday's check-in: the Cursed Camera!

He hadn't expected it to come in handy today.

The Cursed Camera's function was simple: after it photographed a person, it would produce a doll identical to them.

Once he had the doll, any physical damage or action inflicted on it would also affect the person themselves.

It was an extremely powerful causality item.

In the world of Doraemon, an item like this would only be used for harmless pranks.

But in the cruel world of Hunter, this item would reveal its truly terrifying side.

In Ian's eyes, this item was almost equivalent to half of Hidan's ability.

Both used curses to link two unrelated objects!

In the world of Hokage, Hidan still needed to obtain his target's blood to fulfill the conditions for activating his Curse Technique: Death Controlling Possessed Blood.

Ian, on the other hand, only needed to raise the camera and take a picture.

"Click!"

From conjuring the Cursed Camera to raising it and taking a picture,

Ian didn't hesitate for an instant. He did it all in one fluid motion.

He knew that an experienced Nen Ability expert wouldn't give him many chances to use such a trick.

Everyone was wary of their opponents' Nen Abilities.

A bizarre move like suddenly taking a picture during a fight was far too easy to see through.

Clearly, Ankeli wasn't an expert of that caliber.

She had been photographed!

Mizaistom, on the other hand, had grown wary the moment Ian raised his hand!

"Not good!"

"Ankeli! Dodge!"

Mizaistom had darted behind a tree in that instant. Ian silently lamented that he hadn't gotten a picture of him.

But...

He now had this hateful woman's fate firmly in his grasp!

Ankeli's pretty face was somewhat pale, and the cigarette had slipped from her hand at some point.

Clearly, she had also guessed that she had probably fallen victim to something!

Deep down, however, she still didn't want to believe it. More than anything, she clung to the hope that the child was merely bluffing.

"D-don't worry, Mizaistom. That brat is just bluffing!"

"Time's almost up. I'll show him!"

Yes, there were only thirty seconds left until the two-minute mark...

In another thirty seconds, she would punish the brat in front of her!

He had to be bluffing!

So what if he had taken a picture of her with his strange camera?

In the distance, Mizaistom hid behind a tree, his expression somewhat grave.

This is bad...

In his view,

Ankeli's judgment might be wrong...

The vast amount of Nen that brat had just displayed was no bluff!

He must have activated some Nen Ability.

What kind of Nen Ability used a camera?

Mizaistom's mind raced, and in the end, he concluded that Ian probably couldn't do Ankeli much harm.

After all, as he saw it, powerful Nen Abilities required a certain number of conditions to be fulfilled.

It was similar to the principle of "equivalent exchange."

The stronger one wanted a Nen Ability's effect to be, the more complicated and stringent the conditions one had to follow, because that was the essence of Contract and Restriction.

He had seen Ian take the picture.

Although he was wary, he didn't actually believe Ian could activate some terrible ability by fulfilling that one condition alone.

Mizaistom had merely wanted to keep him from succeeding.

Drawing on his combat experience, he sought to deny his opponent every opportunity to fulfill an ability's conditions. That was the best way to prevent an enemy from using their Nen Ability.

Clearly, he couldn't have known that the item Ian had conjured was actually from another world.

"Whir..."

Ian calmly developed a toy from the camera.

It was a small doll with brown hair, big eyes, and fair, tender skin.

If the little doll were placed beside Ankeli, someone would probably notice that it was practically a miniature version of her.

Holding the "Ankeli doll" gently in his hand, Ian silently gauged how much Nen his body had consumed.

Just developing this one doll

had consumed more than half his Nen. Still, it was worth it; after all, it could play a crucial role. His lips curved into a cold smile.

"Hey, you. What did you just do to Uvogin?"

Ian raised his head and stared at Ankeli as he asked in a calm voice.

Ankeli stared back, her pretty face icy, while silently counting in her heart.

Five!

Four!

Three!

Two!

"You want to know? Experience it for yourself, you wicked little brat putting on a show of mystery!"

"Mizaistom, now!"

Just as the time to activate her ability was about to arrive, Ankeli suddenly wore a mocking smile and shouted at Ian.

At the same time, she called on Mizaistom to quickly knock down the brats in front of them while her ability was active.

"Understood!"

Behind the tree, Mizaistom immediately vanished from where he stood and rushed toward Ian's group.

It all happened in the blink of an eye.

Fights were often not complicated. With the right timing, even a light blow might be enough to end one.

He and Ankeli had worked together many times.

Many criminals had been defeated and arrested by their flawless combination!

However.

Ian had long been on guard against a sneak attack.

In particular, after seeing the smug smile on Ankeli's face, Ian guessed that she was probably planning to use the ability she had just used on Uvogin again!

A cold smile appeared on his lips. He had long been prepared, and his gaze turned fierce.

"You're pretty pleased with yourself, aren't you!!"

As he shouted, Ian clenched his hand into a fist and smashed it hard into the little doll's face!

"Bang!"

"Aah!!"

Mizaistom had just reached the space in front of Ian when he heard a scream behind him.

Not good!

Mizaistom's heart jolted. When he looked back, he saw that Ankeli's fair, pretty face was covered in blood. Her nose looked as though it had been struck by a hammer, and white bone had pierced through.

"When did he do it?!"

Mizaistom's expression was grave. He had no idea how Ian had done it.

Could it be that camera?

He couldn't imagine what the camera did that had allowed it to hurt Ankeli directly from a distance.

"Chrollo, stop him!"

Ian quickly gave the order. He couldn't be disturbed now.

The moment the words left his mouth,

Chrollo quickly appeared in front of Mizaistom. He had long since noticed that Mizaistom was strong, but he wasn't necessarily incapable of putting up a fight.

"Whoosh!"

Chrollo drew a sharp knife and thrust it at him!

At the same time, Ian put the Cursed Camera away for the moment. When he raised his hand again, a red ring appeared on his finger.