Silva and Zeno frowned at the same time. It wasn't because Nara Dan's brazen words had angered them,
but because their usually keen instincts as assassins seemed to have failed them. They couldn't sense a thing, as if the man before them really were an ordinary person who couldn't use Nen.
That made them wary—and hesitant to act.
"Heh heh heh."
Zeno laughed ominously, his murderous gaze fixed on Nara Dan in the distance.
"Seems the older you get, the more your courage dwindles, Silva."
"You even hesitate to strike..."
"That's not very Zoldyck of you."
As he spoke, aura that seemed almost tangible appeared around Zeno's hunched body, faintly taking the shape of a dragon. His robe, embroidered with the words "One Kill a Day" and "Still Active," fluttered despite the lack of wind.
A tremendous killing intent bore down on Nara Dan.
"Indeed, Father."
Silva also stepped forward a few paces, an oppressive aura radiating from him.
"Whoosh!"
Zeno's figure flashed forward at incredible speed, far beyond what his appearance suggested, and he appeared right in front of Nara Dan.
His hand struck like a blade. In an instant, he unleashed dozens of afterimages. Empowered by Nen, each hand strike made a sharp sound as it cut through the air, carrying enough force to slice through metal.
Nara Dan remained calm, his figure likewise turning into countless afterimages. Each time, he dodged Zeno's hand strikes by a hair's breadth.
Countless razor-sharp currents of air fanned out around them, kicking up dust.
Suddenly, Zeno's relentless movements stalled. He pushed off the ground and leaped backward.
Nara Dan's long hair was swept up by the gust, and a powerful fist was already inches from his face!
"Bang!"
"Crack!"
A tremendous force burst from Silva's fist, passed from Nara Dan's head