Gon's fist slammed toward the ring of black ripples.
Fortyfold Spinning Rock Scissors Paper, at full power.
The Nen Drill spun wildly around his fist, giving off a piercing whine. The air compressed until it cracked with a sonic boom.
Then—
His fist touched the black ripples.
There was no explosion.
No impact.
No resistance at all.
It was as if his fist had plunged into a mass of viscous darkness. Then his Nen was sucked away.
The instant Gon's Nen Drill touched the black ripples, it vanished. Like a drop of water falling into the sea, it left not even a ripple.
His fist kept moving and passed through the black ripples.
But there was no Nen left in it, only physical strength.
His fist tore a gap in the black ripples, but it closed at once, as though nothing had happened.
Gon landed and stared at his fist, eyes wide.
"My Nen..." he said. "Did it eat my Nen?"
His fist was unhurt, but more than half his Nen had been drained. His right hand felt weak and heavy, as if all its strength had gone.
"Gon!" Killua rushed over and caught him. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Gon shook out his hand. "It just drained my Nen. I feel a little weak."
Kurapika watched the ring of black ripples continue to spread, his expression grim.
"It can devour Nen, too," he said. "To it, our attacks are just food."
"Then what do we do?" Leorio demanded. "We can't just stand here and let it eat us!"
"Attack together!" Gon shouted. "There's strength in numbers. I don't believe it can eat every attack!"
He gathered his Nen again. It was weaker than before, but he still had enough for a fortyfold strike.
"Fortyfold Spinning Rock Scissors Paper—Combo!"
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