Chrollo, Uvogin, and Leve entered the Nen Space.
The other Phantom Troupe members remained in the arena to deal with Moyu's two Shadow Clones.
More precisely, they intended to use the Shadow Clones' pain Restriction to trouble Moyu inside the Nen Space.
This coordinated attack from within and without was the final step of the entire plan.
Time rewound to two minutes earlier.
In the stands.
Hisoka loafed around instead of working, his heart filled with an indescribable sense of regret.
It was hard to say whether he had underestimated Chrollo's talent for planning or placed too much faith in Moyu's ability to respond...
In any case, the "person" he had taken a liking to was about to die here. Even if new "toys" could take his place, the regret and melancholy in Hisoka's heart refused to fade.
"Ah... how utterly boring."
Ignoring the battle raging below, Hisoka tilted his head slightly upward toward the ceiling, a trace of lingering disappointment passing through his eyes.
He should have been the one staging this little act of coordinated assault, then savoring the Spiders' incredulous expressions.
But that beautiful scene he had imagined could only remain a fantasy.
Aside from Hisoka, who was blatantly slacking off, the remaining Phantom Troupe members in the arena numbered nine, led by Feitan and Franklin.
They paid no attention to Hisoka watching from the stands. With "inflicting pain" as their primary objective, they besieged the two Shadow Clones Moyu had left behind.
Inside the Nen Space.
Through Vision Sharing, Moyu noticed that they were deliberately reducing the intensity of their attacks. He also noticed Hisoka's detached, spectator-like behavior.
That bastard Hisoka... the moment he saw things were going south, he gave up on having fun and chose to watch from the sidelines.
Once Moyu realized Hisoka