Chrollo flipping through Bandit's Secret signaled that he was about to use an ability.
Moyu watched closely and instinctively went on guard.
He did not know how many abilities were stored in that book, but according to the intelligence from the original story, the only particularly troublesome one was the Emitter ability that could switch people's positions.
That ability invisibly amplified the threat posed by the other Phantom Troupe members nearby.
"The boss is making his move..."
"Shouldn't we wait until that guy splits off more Manifestation Aura?"
"Two Nen Clones are already out. That's enough."
The Phantom Troupe members all glanced at the open Bandit's Secret in Chrollo's hands. Realizing that the time had come, they gradually moved closer to the arena and applied pressure to Moyu.
In their eyes, Moyu was already trapped in a spiderweb and would inevitably be devoured by them!
On the arena.
Chrollo held Bandit's Secret in his hands, his calm, pitch-black eyes reflecting Moyu's figure.
"Moyu Isaac."
When Chrollo spoke the name, his tone was as calm and flat as his gaze. Like a judge passing sentence without emotion, he said, "You will die here."
Before his voice had faded, the open Bandit's Secret emitted a mass of gray Nen light.
"Exile Land."
Chrollo silently invoked the Nen Ability he had borrowed from a troupe member.
As the ability activated, the surrounding space suddenly twisted.
Moyu's pupils contracted. The instant after he saw the distortion, he found himself in a wasteland filled with countless gray particles drifting through the air.
Inside the competition venue.
The Phantom Troupe members only saw Moyu and Chrollo's bodies twist abruptly before vanishing into thin air.
The two Shadow Clones Moyu had placed at the edge of the arena remained where they were, standing guard.
"Leve, it worked,