First Prince's Defeat

Footsteps stopped at the door.

Benjamin stood at the end of the corridor in a crisp military uniform, the scar on his face stark under the lights. Twenty armed guards stood behind him, all aiming into the room.

He had just inherited the abilities of ten elite soldiers. The pressure of his Nen was suffocating, more than ten times stronger than that of the ten guards from earlier.

Benjamin's gaze swept over everyone in the room and settled on Saitama. His eyes were cold.

"So you're the one who killed my ten men."

Saitama stood at the front, rubbing his stomach.

"They were going to blow up the room. I only knocked them out. I didn't kill them."

He had no interest in killing them. He just hadn't wanted them to ruin his cheese.

"Knocking them out is no different from killing them." Benjamin raised a hand, gathering a dark green Nen Bullet in his palm. It was the poison-using guard's ability. "Touch my men, and you pay the price. Every one of you dies here today."

He fired the Nen Bullet.

It carried a potent poison that corroded the walls it passed, leaving black streaks behind.

Gon rushed forward and wrapped his fist in Nen before punching the Nen Bullet. He frowned the instant they touched. The poison had eaten a red mark into his arm.

Killua immediately pulled Gon back, his expression darkening.

"Don't touch it directly! It's poisonous Nen!"

Benjamin sneered and fired more than a dozen Nen Bullets in rapid succession.

He had inherited ten people's abilities, and his Nen seemed inexhaustible. He unleashed one ability after another—chains, blades of Nen, poison—raining attacks down on the room.

Kurapika lashed out with his Five-Finger Chain and blocked most of the attacks, but the links that touched the