A Master Among Them?!

Franklin had no idea what ability let that pitch-black sphere change shape so freely.

And Light had managed to defend against his Double Machine Gun...

So Franklin naturally decided to deal with the black sphere first.

Rat-a-tat-tat!

The muzzles on his ten fingers whirled. A ceaseless stream of Nen Bullets snaked through the air like a fiery serpent, sweeping in a swift arc toward Shadowmaru in midair.

With no way to dodge, Moyu could only repeat his earlier move and turn Shadowmaru into a shadow.

An invisible pull brought the shadow down against the ground in the blink of an eye.

But Franklin had already seen Shadowmaru switch forms once.

Prepared for it, he simply angled his muzzles downward, and the Nen Bullets struck the shadow.

Their tremendous force shattered it instantly.

Franklin had spent several seconds eliminating the potential threat posed by the shadow.

Those seconds were enough for Light to burst to his side.

To close the distance as fast as possible, Light had even burned through some of his Nen to boost his speed.

Now that he was within striking range, the expenditure had paid off.

By then, Light had recognized Franklin as a member of the Phantom Troupe. He understood why Moyu had told him to stop.

But—

They hadn't picked this fight. They were fighting back.

Light's thoughts raced, Nen gleaming in his eyes.

How could he let this chance to attack slip by?

"Blood Break!"

Veins bulged across his Nen-charged fist. Blood surged into it, turning it red and swelling it slightly.

His fist tore through the air.

Light threw everything he had into a punch at Franklin's temple.

Franklin had kept an eye on Light the whole time. He calmly stepped back and to the side, leaning his upper body away.

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