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"I see."

On the grass, after receiving a call from Hisoka, Oboro slowly put his phone into his pocket.

Zeno and Silva noticed his movement, and their expressions froze.

Then, the man in the suit who had been lying on the ground gazing at the starry sky stood up.

"Finally couldn't hold back anymore? I knew you wouldn't stay put..." the old man Zeno.

"Such a beautiful night view, you two really don't know how to appreciate it at all..."

"Long joked."

"The Phantom Troupe has already started causing trouble on my territory... Even if you two let me go now, it won't be a problem."

"No...you can't treat them like ordinary people. The Zoldyck have never failed. Just to be safe...we should wait until dawn tomorrow." Silva Oboro released his Nen, slowly stood up, and said in a deep voice.

This! Along with Oboro's Nen, a green mist also erupted from his feet.

Silva and Zeno were deeply moved. From their first meeting with Oboro until now... Oboro hadn't released his Nen; they had only observed his extraordinary physical strength through their eyes. But now, as his Nen truly erupted... they realized with shock that they had underestimated Oboro's power.

If Silva's Nen is like an erupting volcano, then Oboro's Nen, symbolizing life energy, is like a tsunami stirring up ocean currents... so turbulent that it defies description.

It's even more terrifying than Zeno's vitality!

The old man's expression changed drastically; he had never expected that Oboro, a junior who had only been a member of the Hunter Association for a few years and had risen to prominence, would possess such a level of skill.

For a moment, he had the illusion that he was facing Netero directly... Although their auras were different, the threat they posed was not much different.

The combined power of Zeno and the other two was also erupting wildly, colliding with the air pressure spreading out from Oboro.

The grass in the field was like a rippling lake, being blown about by a strong wind.

Zeno raised his hands, blocking the wind in front of him... He stared intently at Long with wide, angry eyes.

"The Dragon Head: Fang Thrust!"

Zeno roared, stretched out his hands, and his immense Nen power transformed into a giant dragon, which instantly tore the ghost to shreds and pounced on Omni.

Silva also disappeared from the spot at the same time.

In an instant, he flashed in front of a Mafia Nen user who hadn't yet come to his senses, and with a flick of his arm, the person's entire upper body was wiped out.

However, Zeno's psychic dragon slammed into the ground, kicking up a cloud of dirt and leaving a large crater.

But there was no trace of Long.

When Zeno tried to look again, everything in front of him was a hazy green, utterly chaotic mess.

All thick fog.

Furthermore, ghostly figures kept emerging from the fog, emitting roars and howls, attempting to unleash a mental attack on the two of them.

"Circle! "Zeno immediately used his Nen technique to spread his aura and sense moving objects within a certain range. At full power, his circle could cover a radius of more than 300 meters! In terms of diameter, it exceeded a mile in radius!

"Um?"

However, Zeno's expression changed.

Something unexpected happened...

His spiritual energy seemed unable to break through the miasma formed by the Ghost Mist, and was greatly affected. Even though he didn't hold back, the circle only expanded to about a hundred meters. Going any further would be difficult and it would be hard to make any progress.

"This fog..."

Zeno realized that this Ghost Mist was some kind of ability of Oboro, possessing special effects.

With a loud bang.

The ghostly figure still swaying in the fog ahead vanished, blasted away by a terrifying shockwave, and Silva Ta Bu over.

He immediately disposed of the few scraps next to Oboro.

But in the blink of an eye, the person was gone.

"Spread!"

Zeno said something.

The two men burst into the air with incredible speed, piercing into the thick fog.

The father and son immediately set off in different directions to search within half of the area. Oboro's Nen must have spread out from him. In other words, as long as the fog was still there, he must be nearby!

However, the old man greatly underestimated the area that the Ghost Mist could cover... He originally thought that the area it covered would be two or three hundred meters, which was just beyond the limit of his ability to probe. However, after a period of rapid running, the distance had increased to about one kilometer, and the Ghost Mist was still there... He still couldn't find where Oboro was hiding.

In less than half a minute, he and Silva had almost traversed the entire semicircular area with a radius of over a kilometer, which was truly superhuman.

I still haven't seen Oboro... which can only mean one thing.

The area covered by the Ghost Mist was more than a kilometer! "Dragon Horde!"

Zeno's eyes narrowed, and he instantly gathered his strength, raising his hand and roaring.

A surge of powerful Nen power erupted, soaring into the sky and forming several mental dragons in mid-air. As soon as these soaring dragons appeared, they exploded like fireworks, followed by countless mental clusters falling like rain. The power of these mental clusters far exceeded that of ordinary cannonballs... falling densely.

As it crashed into the sea of fog, the green mist and ghostly figures melted away like snow in spring.

Make the surrounding environment, which is visible to the eye, clearer.

It was at this moment that Zeno noticed a beam of light rising from a location not far from him.

Zeno's lips twitched, as if he had thought of something.

Suddenly, it darted off in that direction.

A few seconds later, I arrived at the location and saw Oboro standing under the glow of the fluorescent light, hands in her pockets, looking at me who had been slow to appear.

"Sorry... I have something to take care of over there, so I won't be able to accompany you to enjoy the scenery. The starry sky here at night is really beautiful. If you're not in a hurry to go back, you might as well stay a little longer."

Looking at the solemn-faced old man, Long said, "There's always a first time for everything... If I don't tell outsiders, they won't know that the Zoldyck Family's reputation is still spotless."

As soon as he finished speaking, with a whoosh, Long disappeared in front of Zeno along with a streak of light.

He had only been gone for two seconds when a gust of wind swept in, Silva was standing beside his father.

"..."

Both of them fell silent.

Apart from the occasional chirping of insects and birds, the mountains were quiet.

"They've left?"

Silva.

"Um... I'm leaving."

The imposing aura that had been drawn in Zeno vanished abruptly, and he reverted to the demeanor of an ordinary old man, letting out a sigh.

It failed.

The only mission failure in the history of the Zoldyck Family.

However, Zeno and Silva remained calm, showing little emotional fluctuation.

Zeno nothing and turned to leave.

Silva followed.

"Was that light just now also his ability? He should have returned to the Fills Family's base, which means... it was a form of long-distance teleportation. If this was also a manifestation of his Nen, how did he do it? What is the true nature of his Nen?"

On their way home, the two walked into the night, Silva asked...

"You're asking me?"

Zeno replied irritably, "Even if you ask Netero, he won't know."

"Next time, if there's a task involving him, we should call on his wife..."

"Um."

Silva nodded.

"Although the fog obscures his movements, his speed is too fast... Judging from this, his physical strength surpasses mine, and is about the same as yours, Father? His vital energy is also above mine..."

"His speed is also faster than mine... Besides his capacity, the strength of his Nen is no less than mine... It's just that his Nen is a bit strange, and I was momentarily distracted, which allowed him to take advantage of the situation."

"Zeno snorted."

"If it were a one-on-one situation, Dad, are you confident you could kill him?"

"I can sense that he's not as good as that old devil Netero, but given his Nen ... it's about even."

Silva knew his father was serious... but upon hearing the answer, he couldn't help but slightly change color.

Zeno has pride...

It's said to be a 50% chance of winning, but I'm afraid... if it really comes down to a fight, Dad will definitely be at a greater disadvantage.

"His amount will at least double..."

"Yes."

"However, how exactly did he cultivate? Judging from the information we received, plus his age... even if he started learning Nen from a young age... it's still a bit too advanced."

"Don't think too much about it, just notify the employer."

"Yes."

Although the mission failed, it became a stain on his record.

But rules are rules... The Zoldyck Family doesn't really care about this, they're just very annoyed.

"Didn't answer."

Silva dialed Chrollo's number, waited a while, but found no one answered.

"Since someone's already dead, there's no need to refund the money yet..."

"Good."

The Fills Family residence.

The members of the Phantom Troupe stood frozen in place, staring at the fading halo of light overhead.

And... a man suddenly appeared standing in front of them, atop the dome of a palace.

A large wisp of mist swirled around the man, spreading and obscuring the sky, instantly dimming the light.

Moreover, as the mist rolled and stretched, one after another hideous wandering spirits flew out and filled the space between heaven and earth.

The temperature in the air felt as if it had dropped to freezing point.

Chrollo felt a chill run down his spine.

His phone was ringing in his pocket...

But there's no need to answer anymore.

On the rooftop, Long took a few steps forward, squatted down, and looked down at the ground. The faces of the people there were stunned, staring at their Spiders.

Especially Chrollo.

Long took a deep breath, the strong smell of blood filling his nostrils.

"You've really killed quite a few, haven't you? How about it... are you having fun with the toys I gave you for free?"

He took off his sunglasses and chuckled softly, "Everyone's so interested, would you mind... joining me?"