Straw Suppression: A Battle Countered on Every Front

A faint hum.

A soft hum came from the mouth of the straw.

The dense Nen gathered around Gon's fist seemed to be caught in an invisible whirlpool. It slipped from his control in an instant and poured toward Gray Moth's palm.

Before Stone Fist could land, more than half its power had been swallowed.

What remained struck Gray Moth's palm with nothing but physical force.

Thud.

Gray Moth leaned back slightly and took half a step before steadying himself.

It had barely hurt.

He even smiled, folding all four arms across his chest.

"That's all you've got?"

Gon landed, his pupils contracting.

He could clearly feel that Gray Moth had sucked away at least half the Nen in that punch.

He hadn't blocked it. He hadn't deflected it.

He had devoured it.

Like a bottomless pit, he had pulled the Nen straight out of Gon's attack and swallowed it.

"Watch out for his straw!" Gon warned.

Killua moved before Gon finished speaking.

Lightning flashed.

In Godspeed, he became a silver-blue bolt that swept around Gray Moth's flank.

Lightning surged from his fingertips, and dozens of fine electric whips lashed at Gray Moth's limbs and torso.

Crackle—

The lightning struck.

But there was no smell of burning flesh.

The straw on Gray Moth's chest tilted slightly, its opening aimed toward the incoming electric whips.

The suction erupted again.

The silver-blue current flowed into the straw without stopping, like streams pouring into the sea.

Killua felt the Nen drain from his body, and the lightning lost its supply at once.

His expression shifted. He immediately pulled back.

"Lightning's no good either."

Killua landed beside Gon. The lightning around his fingertips had dimmed, and his brows drew tight.

"His straw can swallow energy directly. My lightning is projected Nen, so it plays