What if I Said It Ten Thousand Times, a Hundred Million Times!?

As Ian uttered the name, word by word.

"Boom!"

The castle hall, already ravaged by Franklin's Gatling gun, teetered on the brink of collapse before the immense Nen erupting from Silva.

Hidden in the shadows, Chrollo's eyes widened, his body stiffened, his pupils trembled slightly, and he stared at the other person in disbelief.

Is this... the true power of a top-tier Nen user...?

That's amazing...

Uvogin and Nobunaga, who had just emerged from the ground, narrowed their eyes and became extremely serious. They looked at each other and felt an immense, suffocating pressure.

Their bodies were trembling... in fear...

Were they... just fighting an enemy of this caliber...?

Hidden within the Invisible Cloak, Pakunoda, who had just recovered her sense of gravity, hadn't even had a chance to catch her breath before her pretty face turned deathly pale, and she stared in horror at the man's imposing back, her heart filled with terror.

Ian... is an opponent of this... this level really someone we can handle!?

What would an ordinary person's reaction be if a tiger suddenly appeared in front of them?

A: He took off running.

B: He fell to the ground and pretended to be dead.

C: I'm indifferent to life and death, I'll just step forward and throw a punch!

D: Take out a Cat Teaser to tease the other person...

All right...

Option D is likely a dying person's pre-death fantasy.

Inherited from the Zoldyck Family's assassin instincts, they conserve their strength as much as possible during missions.

Because an assassin never knows when an unexpected situation will occur, having reserves of strength is a guarantee for one's own life.

A target that requires one unit of effort to kill can be killed with two units of effort...

Silva had forgotten how long it had been since he had unleashed his full potential like this.

Of course... he can't care about that right now.

When this boy in front of him could easily name the members of the Zoldyck Family, he had to pry out how the boy learned this information.

The Zoldyck Family has remained hidden in the shadows for generations, and the number, names, and appearances of its members have never been revealed. Each member is an extremely important figure.

The other party... clearly knows a lot...

Even the name he had just come up with a few days ago, Killua, was already known to the other party!

Is it an effect of Nen Ability?

Silva didn't know, but he wasn't going to let the other party off the hook.

Meanwhile, Ian looked down at Silva, who was unleashing his full power.

Just like an ordinary person seeing a tiger, under the oppressive aura of such Malice intent, one's body is completely unable to move an inch.

This is the most instinctive reaction of the human body, and also the insurmountable gap between the weak and the strong!

"Gulp..."

He couldn't help but swallow hard, his forehead covered in a fine layer of cold sweat, staring down at Silva's icy eyes, which were as cold as a tiger's and a leopard's.

Only then did I clearly realize that this was... the true world of Nen users...

Even knowing that they had a "Disaster-Repelling Sticker" on, they were still filled with anxiety and didn't dare to blink.

I'm terrified that the next second I blink, they'll rush up in front of me and tear me to pieces!

That is the power of thought.

It amplifies the influence of emotions infinitely, and the Nen contained within is terrifying and pure, capable of shaking the soul!

When Neferpitou was first born in the original story.

Facing Squadron Leader whose strength was already far beyond that of humans, he merely placed his claw lightly on the other's head, and with an aura of absolute dominance, he told the other who the king and queen were.

Right now, Ian is directly facing Silva, who completely overwhelms him in both quality and quantity!

Like a physical psychological attack, the ever-present fear weighed heavily on Ian's mind.

"Kid, do you want to repeat what you just said...?"

The other party... dared to use family members as a threat...

At this moment, Silva's tone became calm, but it was like a suppressed volcano, waiting for Ian to speak before it completely erupted.

"You..."

Ian gritted his teeth, wanting to speak, but the words wouldn't come out. Fear suffocated him; the omnipresent, terrifying Nen pressed down on him, his legs trembled uncontrollably, and his heart roared wildly.

Damn... is the gap really that big...?

This is so ugly... How could it be so weak!

Speak up!

Speak up!

You have the [Disaster-Repelling Sticker] here, what are you afraid of, Ian?!

At this moment, everyone present noticed that Ian's condition was somewhat abnormal.

From the shadows, Chrollo, his hand trembling, aimed at Silva.

Even though Franklin had exhausted all his Nen, he still trembled as he tried to stand up and stand in front of Ian.

And just then...

"Ian!!"

A loud roar echoed throughout the hall from below!

The angry roar echoed, making everyone's heads spin, as if briefly dispelling the cold, Malice in the room and drawing everyone's attention.

"What... why should I be afraid of this guy!?"

Uvogin struggled to his feet, dispelling the effect of [Underground Gas].

Despite his legs trembling uncontrollably, he defiantly raised his head and shouted like an untamed wild beast.

"Ian, what if you say it a thousand times, ten thousand times, a hundred million times in front of him!"

"With me here, this guy won't even get a hair on your head!!"

The next second, everyone saw Uvogin bite down hard on his own arm, tearing off a large chunk of flesh, causing blood to gush out.

He didn't care at all, looking like a wild beast, yet grinning wantonly.

"Finally, you've stopped trembling! You white-haired bastard, what did you do to Ian!?"

"Dare to threaten Ian? If you're looking for death, I'll grant your wish right now!"

Uvogin stared at Silva without the slightest fear, his burning pupils seemingly scorching with intense fighting spirit.

"Interesting..."

Silva could sense the intense conviction emanating from the other's body as they resisted his Nen, and thus gave such an assessment.

Even as an assassin, one can't help but admire the courage and spirit of such a young genius.

"I asked you a question, and you're not going to answer, is that it...?"

Uvogin sneered and clashed his crimson gauntlets together.

He's a straightforward person, Ian always says he's slow-witted, telling him to think things through more before acting, otherwise he'll easily suffer losses even in his favorite battles. He knows Ian means well.

But Uvogin thought, why bother with all that? Fighting should be straightforward.

Anyway... the clever Ian and Machi will naturally come up with a solution to any troublesome situation. With that idiot Nobunaga keeping me company, why bother thinking?

What's the point of having a brain?

Just get it done!

All he needed to do was protect Ian with Nobunaga. Ian would naturally come up with all the solutions. No matter what happened, Ian would create miracles. That was Uvogin's great wisdom.

"Ian, watch how I beat this guy up to get revenge for you!"

"What do you mean, 'beat up the enemy'? You're just a guy who's trained for a little over ten years longer than me. Do you really think I'm afraid of you?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Uvogin grinned, revealing a ferocious fighting spirit. Ignoring the blood on his arms and completely forgetting his trembling body, he put on his "Cool Gauntlets" and shouted.

"Haohyougen!!"

The next moment, he radiated a dazzling light, like the sun dispelling cold Malice.

His fist was filled with unwavering confidence, and his entire body was enveloped in light without the slightest tremor. He delivered the most exhilarating punch of his life!

In that instant, a figure of light was reflected in Silva's pupils.