Moyu had personally broken two of the spider's legs.
But that was about enough.
Setting aside the pain he could endure, the frequent, high-intensity use of Nen Abilities had indeed nearly drained Moyu's Latent Aura.
In a sense, the cruel words he had said to Franklin had also been a statement of fact.
But while that was what he meant, it sounded different to Franklin.
Humiliation, rage, hatred, killing intent.
All kinds of emotions surged like hot blood straight into Franklin's head.
For the first time in a long while, the usually composed and calm man revealed a savage expression.
He was clearly on the verge of losing control.
Moyu, by contrast, remained calm. Killing Phinks had provoked no reaction from him whatsoever.
That casual demeanor made it seem as though he had merely crushed an insignificant nobody rather than killed an A-rank criminal.
"Perception didn't react... As expected, it's a cumulative reward. With Shalnark and Phinks together, I wonder what kind of reward Perception will give."
Moyu's expression remained calm as he thought:
"Since it's cumulative, killing one more will probably double the reward. But... I don't have much Latent Aura left. There's very little I can do now."
With that thought, he swiftly glanced toward the battle between Hisoka and Silva.
Hisoka clearly had the upper hand. He looked more like he was enjoying the fight.
"So relaxed."
Moyu raised a brow, inexplicably thinking of the Netero Puppet he had severed earlier.
Although the puppet's imitation 100-Type Guanyin had been greatly weakened in both speed and strength, it was still not something so easily dealt with.
If he had not severed the Netero Puppet, Hisoka might have been swung around like a yo-yo by now.
How could he still be enjoying the battle so effortlessly?
"Stealing the kill...