Wu Pifu's power once again reshaped the understanding of everyone outside the sixty-five, every organization, every faction, and every government.
Although this world had Nen, humanity had been cut off from its ancient civilization. Broadly speaking, it had developed along the path of technological civilization rather than widespread Nen or an advanced Nen civilization. So this was still a world that believed in science.
Logically speaking, for one person to use his voice to reach the entire world—without killing every living thing at the source of the sound or reducing the island to dust—was absurdly unscientific.
But what existed had its reason. Wu Pifu had shouted a few times, and people all over the world had indeed heard him. Even the most remote jungle tribes had heard that voice.
This was no longer mere intimidation. It was true, overwhelming terror!
This was what a dimensionality-reduction strike meant.
If he could stand on an island far from every continent and make the whole world hear a few shouts, then could he stay where he was and shout someone on a continent—or an entire city—into fragments?
No one dared to gamble on it!
There was no benefit in winning, but if they lost, their entire family registry—or even a whole nation's IDs—would be wiped out!
Thus, the moment this declaration was made, the moment Wu Pifu marked out his territory and planted a blade as a sign, every assassin, killer, mercenary, Hunter, and so on who was already on Liushang Island or heading there was bombarded with information.
Their employers demanded the immediate cancellation of all previous contracts. If they were dissatisfied, the employers were willing to pay ten times the price to cancel them!
In short, a farce unfolded within the most intimidating assassination circles of the human world around the