Wu Pifu said nothing. Not even his expression changed.
He knew perfectly well whether he had cut that man down. There was no need to prove himself, nor was he afraid of being slandered.
From the past until now, the only person he had ever needed to face was himself. That had never changed.
So Wu Pifu calmly remained suspended in midair. He neither explained nor avoided the matter. He also wanted to see how the humans of this world would react.
And these humans truly lived up to his previous assessment. Every one of them was shrewd. Not one of them even glanced at Wu Pifu—not because they felt guilty or afraid, but because they genuinely believed that man was talking nonsense, or that there was some other hidden cause.
"An illusion? Or something else?"
One of the remaining nineteen strongest Nen users asked.
"No, an illusion alone could not inflict that kind of damage. We all saw it just now. That injury was more like annihilation."
"Then it was damage transfer. I have seen that kind of Nen ability before, but its conditions are extremely harsh. Did he discover some crucial point within the Nen space?"
"It may also have been caused by his prolonged exposure to Hellbell. We all know that certain rule-type Nen abilities can produce phased effects when their effects accumulate continuously."
"...Don't you think this scene feels familiar? Not because we have seen it before, but because of the information recorded by the Oqima Federation when they explored this place. That record explicitly stated, 'mutual slaughter.' Before entering, we all tried to block our ears so we would not hear any sounds, but what we encountered was a Nen space, so we assumed the record might have been wrong."
"That's right. Mutual slaughter. Isn't