Truth Behind the Explosive Surge in Combat Power

The smell of blood spread across the entire plateau.

Five people lay sprawled across the cracked stone ground, each gravely wounded and barely able to prop themselves up.

Gon's left arm was twisted out of shape, bones cracked throughout his body, and his Nen was nearly depleted, yet he still kept his eyes fixed on the First Prince standing at the center.

Killua's meridians were damaged, his lightning had completely dispersed, half his body was numb, and he could barely move his fingers.

Most of Kurapika's Chain had shattered, his internal organs were bleeding from the shock, and he leaned against a chunk of rubble, breathing hard and heavily.

Leorio's arm was dislocated, his body covered in extensive bruises, and half his glasses were broken, leaving his vision blurred.

More than half of Genos's body was damaged, his Reactor was on the verge of reaching critical levels, and his optical sensors flickered erratically. He could not even output a complete analysis report.

It was a complete, overwhelming defeat.

There was no chance of turning things around.

The First Prince stood in the middle of the five, the dark-gold Nen aura slowly drawing back into his body.

There was no brutality on his face, no fanaticism, not even the delight of victory.

Only calmness.

The calmness of someone looking down upon ants, with everything firmly within his grasp.

Like finishing a game of chess and casually removing the last piece from the board.

"It's over."

He spoke indifferently. His voice was not loud, yet it clearly slammed into everyone's ears.

"I'll take the Gem Meat. As for you..."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the shattered bodies strewn across the ground.

"If you can survive, count yourselves lucky."

Gon suddenly clenched his teeth.

Agonizing pain spread through his bones and throughout