This was a premeditated ambush.
As he was sent flying backward, Omokage realized that immediately.
Although he had stopped the opponent's palm strike with his reactions, the Nen Bullet that followed had struck a spot where his Nen aura was relatively weak.
Once the balance between offense and defense was broken, he had to suffer direct damage.
That Nen Bullet made Omokage spit out a mouthful of blood, and the pain nearly twisted his features.
But he forcibly endured the pain's assault on his consciousness and reacted at once in that critical moment of being blasted away.
"I need to bring Feitan's doll over here. It has the strongest restraining ability and can disrupt his pursuit..."
Omokage made his decision, red light blooming in his eyes.
At the same time.
On the long street, Feitan's doll, which held a thin sword, suddenly warped and vanished amid a flash of red light.
Seeing this, Hisoka narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced knowingly at Omokage, who had been cowering in the rear.
Inside the one-way passage, Omokage fell from midair and crashed heavily onto the concrete road with a dull thud.
But the red light that had shot from his eyes had already manifested Feitan's doll in front of him.
At that moment.
Moro walked toward Omokage. Without even looking behind him, he casually swung an arm backward.
The flying stars that had been sent mainly to draw his attention were smashed into a sky full of sparkling fragments with that single slap.
However, Feitan's doll's sudden appearance stopped Moro from pressing his advantage.
"A handmade doll can actually be summoned and dismissed from afar as freely as a Conjured item... I can only say that Specialists make no sense. My ability has been leaning toward Manipulation so far. Maybe someday, with