The Pervert Falls: A Colossal Foot of Gravity Descends, and Hisoka Is Crushed to Pulp!

The sweltering mist had mostly dispersed. Yet thick white vapor still filled the air. Mud and filthy standing water churned across the ground, giving off a sickening stench of rot. All around them...

The black, grotesquely twisted shadows of dead trees took on all manner of strange and terrifying shapes in the dim light. The beautiful young Ponzu remained on her knees, tears streaming down her face.

At the very instant she devoutly swore loyalty to the white-robed god, a hazy black figure shifted deep within the woods. At the same time...

A strange, hoarse, unnervingly manic laugh came from the depths of the dark trees ahead.

It carried through the air, slow and unmistakably clear. "Heh... hehehe." Hisoka the magician.

He ran the tip of his scarlet tongue lightly over the corner of his mouth as he strolled across the muddy ground.

His feet splashed through dirty water as he emerged from the twisted shadows of the trees, one slow, eerie step at a time. His pink-and-white clown outfit stirred in the cold night wind.

It rustled faintly. On his deathly pale face, the red teardrop painted on one cheek stood out starkly, as did...

The pink star painted on his other cheek. Deep within his narrow scarlet eyes...

A mad, feverish excitement gleamed so fiercely it seemed almost tangible. In his right palm...

A stack of fine pink playing cards with razor-sharp edges spun between his fingers.

They flipped and whirled at astonishing speed, producing a shrill, grating hiss that set teeth on edge.

Hisoka fixed his narrow scarlet eyes on the supreme ruler seated upon the imperial throne. The twisted excitement inside him had reached its peak, and his shoulders...

Began to shake violently and uncontrollably in the cold wind. ... "Found him." "I finally... found him."