Get the Hell Out Here

The fight in the restroom ended in less than two seconds.

But in that exchange of ambush and counterattack, Moyu managed to wound Dis. From the way Dis struck back, he also confirmed part of how his ability worked.

Wounding an enemy and gathering information without putting himself at risk—that was the advantage of a Nen Clone.

First—

Through Hisoka Benso's eyes, Moyu saw Dis conjure a long blade out of thin air...

More precisely, it was a saber with a relatively short blade.

And compared with a typical long blade, the saber Dis conjured had a much more pronounced curve.

Normally, seeing a Nen user conjure a weapon would lead someone to assume he was a Conjurer.

But that conclusion wasn't foolproof. Plenty of Nen users specialized in abilities outside their natural category.

Even an Enhancer, without systematic training, might...

Because of a powerful desire, a particular need, or even environmental factors, an Enhancer might end up following the path of Conjuration.

Moyu's reason for judging Dis to be an Emitter was the power of that sweeping blade of aura.

After all, it had destroyed Hisoka Benso in a single strike.

Moyu had been thinking that if Hisoka Benso managed to seriously wound Dis, he could use Shadow Shift when the moment was right, teleport into the restroom, and settle the fight at once.

But Dis had destroyed Hisoka Benso with one slash, putting an end to that plan.

"No need to rush."

In the gambling hall, Moyu's gaze remained steady and calm.

Killing Dis instantly would have been ideal, but failing that was no great loss.

Moyu was the hunter. Dis was the prey.

There was nothing wrong with wearing his prey down one step at a time.

The commotion in the restroom eventually drew attention.

"What was