Hisoka had just used brutal means to set his fractured left arm back in place, only for Moyu to blast off his right arm with a punch in the next instant.
Flesh, blood, and shattered bone splattered across the dented tree trunk.
Hisoka was severely wounded by that punch, yet he stubbornly relied on his tenacious willpower to dodge to the side, swiftly widening the distance between himself and Moyu.
Although this fierce battle had yet to end, Hisoka, having lost one of his dominant arms, no longer had much chance of winning.
No—
Just as Moyu had said, the outcome of this battle had been decided from the very beginning.
Whether there were Shadow Clones or not did not matter.
Whether more abilities were used did not matter either.
The absolute gap in strength had turned Moyu into a towering mountain that Hisoka could never climb.
So this battle today—
Would be the last one.
From the moment the battle ended, Hisoka's obsession...
Would most likely be severed for good.
Moyu withdrew his fist without pressing the attack. He first glanced at the mangled arm Hisoka had left behind, then turned his head toward Hisoka, who had once again used pink sticky threads to pull away.
At this point, there was actually no meaning in continuing the battle.
But Hisoka clearly had no intention of letting it end there.
The proof was that his aura still radiated killing intent so concentrated it seemed almost tangible.
Perhaps—
At this moment, Hisoka had already made his resolve.
To him, even if his combat strength was damaged, even if he had lost all hope of victory, he would still fight until the very last moment.
And that so-called final moment would naturally be death.
Hisoka's face twisted slightly, yet there was not