The war that had seemed ready to erupt ended with an obvious result.
In less than three minutes, the only one still intact was "Slate," who controlled the "Black Tiger."
Slate panted heavily, his eyes filled with wariness and disbelief.
How was this possible?
Why was this guy's vitality so absurdly strong?
Hours of attrition hadn't weakened those black flames in the slightest!
One had to know that in the Slate Family's secret experiments, most "test subjects" couldn't even last half an hour.
But this guy...
Taking a slight step back, Slate looked at the person still standing atop the platform, inwardly realizing that things had gone wrong.
That white-haired gentleman had not moved from beginning to end.
He merely stood with his arms spread, allowing the black flames hidden within his body to run wild.
Burning away everything around them connected to Nen.
Roaring and shrieking, the black flames were like abyssal pythons greedily enjoying a feast.
But that alone was nowhere near enough to feed a python that had been starving for over a year.
It needed more. Much more.
The black flames around them rapidly converged, forming a python over ten meters long.
The giant python coiled around the building, glaring hungrily at the Black Tiger still standing in the center.
It flicked its tongue, greed written all over its face.
Its scarlet eyes shifted to Coleman, its meaning plain to see.
"Can I eat him, kid?!"
Noticing its gaze, Coleman turned back in puzzlement. "It's all yours. Do whatever you want."
He merely wanted to see just how far this python could turn on its master before it roused the monster lurking within his pupils.
The cursed flames of the Dark Continent fed on Nen, and they did not protect their host.
They greedily absorbed all