Two Types of Rewards

Dis could not understand it no matter how hard he tried...

A pickup truck driver he had casually killed back then had actually brought about his own death.

Intense unwillingness was the only emotion Dis felt at that moment.

The Shadow Clone had no interest in Dis's feelings. Like a machine, it precisely and seriously crushed every bone in Dis's body.

Starting from his toes and gradually working upward.

Crack, crack—

The wave-like pain assaulted Dis's nerves, making his expression increasingly twisted and terrifying.

Yet having lost all ability to resist, he could only endure it all like a puddle of mud.

Light glanced at Dis, who was being cruelly tortured, but ultimately said nothing.

The aura Dis had released earlier, containing a twisted will, was enough for Light to understand what kind of scum he was.

There was nothing wrong with letting Dis die in agony.

With that thought, Light naturally gave up on trying to persuade Moyu to give Dis a quick death.

But—

He had gotten stronger again.

Light looked at Moyu's profile, his gaze somewhat complicated.

Although they had agreed not to interfere in this battle, Light had still prepared himself to assist at any moment.

After all, based on the information he had gathered during this time, he could confirm that Dis Mendico was a Nen Ability user exceptionally skilled in combat.

That had also been proven by the battle in which Dis had suppressed the four corners of the Hex Family.

Thus, Light had originally thought Moyu would be drawn into a hard fight, never expecting him to defeat Dis in just a few exchanges.

The shock in Light's heart was imaginable.

During the time he had been tracking Dis's movements, just how much stronger had this terrifyingly gifted youth become?

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