The Emitter brat in military uniform had been smashed into pieces by the iron ball.
But why...
Were the soldiers around him smiling with excitement?
The Nen user they should have pinned their hopes on, the one capable of matching him, had fallen just like that. Shouldn't they have been even more frightened and panicked?
Ainbo suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of wrongness shadowing him.
It was as though—
The world around him had suddenly become utterly alien to him.
"What the hell are you so excited about?"
Ainbo noticed that the soldiers' excited gazes were all focused on one spot.
And in that spot...
Lay Moyu's mangled remains, which he had so easily smashed apart with his iron ball.
Why? Why...
That bastard was already dead!
Ainbo frowned deeply, feeling more and more that something was wrong.
Everything he saw and heard felt off.
That sense of wrongness also ruined the exhilaration he had felt while slaughtering the soldiers.
"This isn't how it's supposed to go...!"
Veins suddenly bulged across Ainbo's bleeding forehead, and Nen surged over his obese body like rolling waves.
Clatter—
The chain rang out as he pulled it taut.
"Giant Iron Ball: Storm!"
Ainbo gripped the lower end of the chain with one hand and swung the iron ball hard with the other, charging straight at the surrounding soldiers like an enraged bull.
Driven by tremendous centrifugal force, the iron ball left a succession of afterimages as it slammed into the soldiers in his path.
Before Giant Iron Ball: Storm, the sturdy soldiers crumbled like tofu, shattering at the slightest touch.
After an unknown stretch of time—
Ainbo stopped swinging the iron ball and chain, panting slightly.
Not a single soldier remained in sight around him.
All that remained was a carpet of sticky red