Mad Slaughter and False Reality

All the replicated buildings have disappeared.

The only remaining ruined building was still emitting a constant rumbling sound of destruction.

Two figures were fighting inside, spewing forth breaths.

Franklin looked at Pairo in front of him, constantly adjusting the angle as he raised his arm and fired Nen Bullet.

As Emission Type, Franklin's attacks consist of directly firing Nen Bullet.

It is also the most classic and representative ability of the Emission Type.

To better fire these Nen Bullets, he even cut off the tips of all ten of his fingers, turning them into wearable devices connected by Chain. When he needed to use his Nen ability, these decorative fingers would open.

Of course, it wasn't necessary to go to that extent, but Franklin himself believed that doing so would increase its power.

That is indeed the case.

This is Nen ability. In addition to the specially set Bargain and Vow, some behaviors that one instinctively believes in also fall under the category of Bargain and Vow, except that they are subconscious, the constraints that one creates for oneself.

To some extent, the same applies to Pairo's Nen ability.

Pairo's Nen ability is quite effective, but his use against the Funeral for the Red Eyes elevated his Nen ability to a whole new level.

His Nen ability went from decent to powerful.

The more eyes he has at his Funeral, the stronger he becomes.

In this situation, having such an ability means that he subconsciously imposed limitations on himself.

After Funeral his father's eyes, he no longer wanted to collect other eyeballs for Funeral. He hoped that only after avenging his father would he be qualified to collect eyeballs, Funeral those eyes, and bring peace to his people.

Even seemingly reasonable and autonomous behavior is still a Restriction within the realm of Nen ability.

Now, eyeballs are scattered all over the world, in the hands of different people, and collecting them would require a lot of time and effort.

This is also a kind of invisible Restriction.

These unconscious behaviors, which are not consciously noticed, can, to some extent, strengthen Nen ability.

Nen ability are something highly subjective and elusive.

As a combatant of the Phantom Troupe, Franklin, even though he is an Emission Type, leans towards the Enhancement Type.

His enormous size, far exceeding that of a normal person, confirms this.

Faced with Pairo's close-quarters attacks, Franklin could only do his best to defend, seizing every opportunity to fire Nen Bullet in close combat.

"You're still a bit behind Uvogin, kid!"

Franklin was getting annoyed. The guy opposite him Nen Aura like it was free, but it did enhance his attack power, forcing Franklin to the sidelines.

It was impossible to widen the gap; he didn't give them any chance at all.

"Explosive Bullet!"

He roared.

A burst of Nen Bullet out and exploded right in front of the two.

With a deafening roar, the two were instantly blasted away by the explosion.

However, Franklin was clearly prepared; he adjusted his stance immediately after being blasted away, landing firmly on his feet.

After sliding a distance, both hands are naturally raised.

"Storm!"

In an instant, the speed of the Nen Bullet shot from the index finger increased dramatically, and the Nen Bullet almost formed a straight line.

Da da da da!

The Nen Bullet poured out like a storm, instantly raising dust where Pairo fell. In less than five seconds, the original floor was pierced through.

The thick smoke and dust made it impossible for Franklin to assess the situation, so he frowned and paused his attack slightly.

He cautiously observed his surroundings.

In this case, a "circle" might be used to determine the answer, but for someone like Franklin, who was unorthodox, the use of a circle was not very proficient.

Without practice, even for a character specializing in Emission Type, the range of "Circle" is limited. If an enemy were to launch a surprise attack at this point, he would inevitably suffer heavy damage.

The "circle" is a very typical example of a skill that is easy to learn but difficult to master.

Even maintaining the ability to control one's emotions for a fleeting moment can be a challenge for many people.

This technique essentially involves Emission and expanding the energy surrounding oneself to enhance perception.

This will create a very dangerous situation, and the body's vital energy will be greatly reduced, making its physical defense almost indistinguishable from that of an "absolute" being.

Only those who are extremely proficient in it and can control it instantly will use this technique in combat. Normally, it is used as a normal reconnaissance technique, and it requires a certain distance.

Suddenly, a breaking sound came from behind.

Without hesitation, Franklin turned and unleashed a barrage of attacks on that spot.

However, there was no one there at all; the wind was blowing from the side.

Franklin didn't have time to attack; he raised his arm to block.

A heavy kick landed on him, sending him flying despite his massive size.

It crashed into a nearby load-bearing column and slid to the ground.

That kick fractured the arm he was using to block.

The enemy showed no sign of stopping. As he was being thrown away, the enemy charged forward, his fist spitting out air as the wolf viciously slammed into him.

In this situation, Franklin could only raise his arms to block, hoping to find an opening.

But there was no chance.

Punch after punch.

Don't be so arrogant!

Franklin roared, unleashing Nen Bullet from his hands that shot backward.

He even retained the recoil from firing the gun.

His entire body lurched forward with the force of the impact, and with a furious roar, he slammed into Pairo, sending him flying as well.

The two rolled around in a ball.

At this moment, both of them were in a miserable state, and it could be said that the Nen Aura on Wolf Fox Zhiji Pairo's body had dissipated.

Franklin ignored all of that and swung his elbow down.

Pairo quickly raised his arms to block, shouting, "You're Franklin, right?! We've been tricked! He can alter our vision!"

Franklin only heard these words after his elbow struck him, and his head was spinning.

The Shalnark voice came from the enemy's mouth.

He instinctively didn't believe it.

Changing one's voice is not a difficult Nen ability for Nen user.

"Idiot! I just turned on Auto-Battle Mode. Don't you think the person you're fighting looks familiar?"

Franklin then realized that this was indeed the case upon careful reflection.

He jumped back slightly to create some distance, pointing with both fingers at the "Pairo" in his eyes.

But Pairo ignored him completely and turned to look around.

"In my eyes, you're that brat, and you probably see it the same way."

"Damn it, we've been completely fooled!"

The Shalnark cursed, then cried out in pain and bent over.

The Auto-Battle Mode consumes a lot of stamina and spirit, so there's only one possibility that it will exit this state before killing the enemy.

That means his mental energy was almost completely depleted.

In other words, today's Shalnark are almost no different from ordinary people.

This was caused by fighting his own people; if he hadn't used the Auto-Battle Mode, this situation might not have occurred.

But if he hadn't used it back then, it's uncertain whether he would still be standing here now.

Looking back now, I realize that my Nen ability was already known to the enemy. I should have withstood their attacks instead of activating [Auto-Battle Mode].

This way, at least it won't drag Franklin down, and the winning percentage will be higher.

From the moment they began fighting face to face, the enemy was already plotting to outmaneuver them.

"Well done, I've had quite a show."

Through the hole in the ceiling, Pairo, carrying Shalnark, jumped down.

In Franklin's eyes, another Pairo jumped down, and he was in good condition, but this time the woman was with him.

I was definitely scammed.

"How do you two feel? Killing your comrades and then turning on each other?"

A wicked smile spread across Pairo's face as he laughed loudly and asked.

They adjusted their perspectives.

Then the two of them clearly saw the tattered body at the corner not far away.

It was Kuhua, whose body was torn apart by the Nen Bullet, and he was thrown there like a ripped rag doll.

The two men's faces were ashen; they knew perfectly well that it was their combined efforts that had turned their companion into that state.

"Go to hell!"

Franklin roared angrily, and a barrage of Nen Bullet exploded forth.

He felt a pang of guilt and self-reproach; he should have noticed the problem when that woman hadn't appeared yet.

If I hadn't tried to eliminate one of the enemy's fighters as quickly as possible, and instead had trusted the Shalnark, perhaps my companion wouldn't have died.

None of this matters anymore.

At this moment, his condition was also extremely poor, and the power of the Nen Bullet he fired was greatly reduced.

Shalnark stood beside Pairo, picked up her Vacuum Cleaner, and swung it left and right, easily shattering the Nen Bullet.

"You damned bastard."

Even the Shalnark could no longer control their facial expressions.

If looks could kill, Pairo would probably be torn to pieces by now.

The Shalnark has gradually lost his composure.

Hahahaha!

Pairo covered his forehead and laughed uncontrollably, "Yes, that's the expression! That's exactly what I wanted to see!"

He laughed maniacally, his eyes, now bloodshot, completely tinged with madness.

Facing the crazed Pairo.

The two could only stand there, pondering a solution.

Both of them were in extremely poor condition due to their battle, and under these circumstances, they were no match for each other.

Just as the two were pondering, Pairo suddenly calmed down from his frenzied state and looked at them.

"Fools, look at your companions."

Upon hearing Pairo's words, the two instinctively looked at each other.

They thought what they were seeing now was the image that had been modified by the other party.

"What?!"

In the eyes of the Shalnark, Franklin's arms were severed.

In Franklin's eyes, the Shalnark's legs were pierced.

Whether it's real or fake, it all becomes real at this moment.

"Ah!"

Franklin screamed as he looked at his arms, which had been smoothly severed at the shoulders and slammed to the ground.

He felt no signs of attack, as if his arms were meant to be severed at that moment.

The Shalnark collapsed to the ground, having lost control of his legs and only feeling pain and numbness in them.

His legs were pierced through the thighs, leaving huge holes, about the size of a fist.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Then, Pairo's laughter came from the side.

The two looked over and saw that Pairo was already laughing so hard he was clutching his stomach, both of them bending over.

"You guys actually watched? How come you're all so obedient? Hahaha!"

Although Pairo was smiling, bloody tears streamed from his eyes and slid down his cheeks.

The Shalnark then understood.

"You're Specialization Type? How do you have such Nen ability? Aren't there any limitations?"

Even in death, the Shalnark wanted to figure out what kind of Nen ability the other person possessed.

The visual landscape can be modified; now it's even possible to bring the visual landscape to life.

The blood and tears that flowed must be the price to pay.

But if simply looking could turn something fake into something real, then the price would be far too low.

Pairo completely ignored him and closed his eyes.

Shalnark wiped the blood off Pairo's face with her sleeve.

They did not stop Pairo from doing anything from beginning to end.

Pairo reopened his eyes; the crimson color had faded.

"Take your questions and go to hell. You don't deserve to know."

He raised his pistol and pulled the trigger at the Shalnark's head.

With the sound of gunfire.

The bullet pierced the opponent's skull.

The Shalnark's head slammed heavily against the floor, his eyes wide open, lifeless.

Shalnark, who was standing nearby, picked up Vacuum Cleaner and slammed it down hard.

With a swing that resembled hitting a golf ball, Franklin, who was charging at him, was sent flying.

Blood from both severed arms was scattered everywhere.

"Boo hoo hoo!"

The sound of the Vacuum Cleaner starting up rang out.

However, Shalnark didn't seem to use her ability; instead, she turned to look at Pairo beside her.

Pairo exhaled and nodded.

The Vacuum Cleaner started instantly, and the blood from the severed arms gushed towards the Vacuum Cleaner's suction nozzle like a jet of water.

Franklin crashed to the ground, his mouth agape but unable to utter a sound, blood gushing from his wounds.

As you can see, not only Franklin's blood, but also the blood of the already dead Shalnark beside him is constantly gushing out.

In the distance, the blood of Kuhua, who had been dead for some time, pooled together, and fresh blood also gushed out.

The blood pooled together and was sucked into the Vacuum Cleaner.

In no time, the three corpses had turned into mummies, turning grayish-white.

Seeing this situation, Pairo somewhat helpless.

His intention was to draw only Franklin's blood, causing him to bleed to death and become a dried-up corpse.

They didn't let Shalnark draw blood from the other two corpses as well.

But it doesn't matter anyway.

With his tense nerves relaxed, Pairo slumped to the ground, half-sitting on the floor.

Exhausted.

His Fiery Red Eye were active for at least 10 minutes.

To significantly alter the enemy's vision, you must activate Fiery Red Eye.

He probably lost about a month of his lifespan, but that was acceptable.

Although this was the first time he had ever used up so much energy.

The only problem is that this is merely a large-scale modification of the visible scene, rather than maintaining the lifespan required for the Fiery Red Eye to last for an extended period.

He altered reality, and that's what really takes up most of one's lifespan.

The three remaining members of the Kurta Clan, after acquiring Nen ability, are all able to enter so-called "Emperor Time" by activating their Fiery Red Eye.

All six elements are fully utilized, enhancing Nen ability.

The cost is that every second it lasts consumes one hour of its lifespan.

However, this only applies to Kurapika.

Kurapika is the most typical example; due to the unique nature of his Nen ability, he doesn't have any abilities that require a lot of energy.

But Pairo and Rosana are different.

Rosana can forcibly call people home, and with her Fiery Red Eye activated, she can do so even from a great distance.

Although Kevin and the others couldn't be forcibly brought back when they were thrown into the Dark Continent, theoretically, it should have been possible to forcibly drag them back at the last, fatal moment, at a great cost.

However, since Kevin and Kevin's experiences and abilities didn't reach the crucial moment, this point cannot be verified.

But Rosana felt she could do it. For Nen user, if they feel they can do it, then they almost certainly can.

Such usage, when the Fiery Red Eye are activated, is clearly not just about wasting an hour for every second.

It will consume a large amount of lifespan in an instant.

The same applies to Pairo.

If it's just a small-scale, minor modification to reality, it's the same as normal consumption.

But Pairo severed Franklin's arms, crippling the Shalnark in the process.

This is not a minor modification.

That's why she sheds tears of blood.

At least he didn't go so far as to have the two of them kill each other by manipulating reality.

Otherwise, who knows how many years would be wasted.

But even changing their reality took him a whole year of his life.

It took about eight months to sever Franklin's arms, but only four months to pierce the Shalnark's legs.

It doesn't matter.

For Pairo, he thought it was worth it.

Suddenly.

A torrent of Resentment welled up from the sidelines.

Sensing this Resentment, Pairo practically sprang into the air, grabbing Shalnark and leaping several meters away.

The Shalnark's mummified corpse inexplicably swelled up and returned to its original state, except for his legs, which remained crippled and dragged on the ground.

His entire body floated up like a doll.

Two Antenna were stuck on its head.

His dark pupils, filled with endless resentment, stared at Pairo and his companion.