The black poisonous miasma, like an ancient sea of ink, completely sealed off the eastern outskirts of Hawkins City.
The sky went dark. Everything rotted.
Gon stood alone at the very front of the miasma wave, his body already covered in wounds from its corrosion.
His golden Xiewei shield was as thin as a cicada's wing. The poisonous miasma gnawed at it without pause, sending up streams of white smoke. Cracks webbed its surface, and it could shatter at any moment.
He had given everything to force his way into the depths of the miasma. Enduring corrosion powerful enough to destroy a city, he had finally reached the Bone-Eroding Miasma Beast's core.
The fist-sized crimson poison core floated in the deepest part of the miasma, pulsing slowly, coldly, relentlessly.
With every beat, the black fog swelled and advanced another few dozen meters toward the city.
From within the city came faint cries of despair.
Civilians who had not evacuated in time, elderly people and children trapped in buildings, soldiers holding their ground to carry out rescues...
The black fog devoured their last chances of survival, little by little.
Gon clenched his teeth. His eyes were bloodshot.
"End it... End it here!"
He held nothing back.
He unleashed the absolute peak of what he had achieved after completing his training at the Zen Monastery—Twentyfold Rotation Jajanken Rock!
All his Nen erupted, then Xiewei forcibly locked it down, compressed it, and twisted it into a high-speed spin.
The tightly condensed golden force built pressure as it spun wildly in his fist.
Under normal conditions, this was the strongest punch he could throw. His absolute limit.
Twentyfold power, compressed into a single-point strike.
Nothing wasted. Nothing scattered. Purely a blow to destroy the corruption.
Every muscle in Gon's body tensed to its limit,