Sarah stood frozen in place, forgetting even to breathe.
Her fiery red eyes, once brimming with bloodlust and excitement, were now blank and ashen.
Her brain seemed to have crashed, utterly unable to process the absurd scene before her.
Bark had been the pinnacle of raw strength in Meteor City, a master of Enhancement Nen Abilities who had once torn through a heavy tank's armor with his bare hands.
Now, the arms he had been so proud of had been shattered by a single finger and hung at his sides like two ragged sacks.
Lip had been the viper lurking in the Elders' Council's shadow, a Manipulation assassin whose attacks were almost impossible to guard against.
Now, his upper body was still twitching on the ground a hundred meters away, while his lower half remained where he had stood.
All of it had happened in a flash.
From beginning to end, it had taken fewer than three breaths.
Two Executioners who stood at the summit of Meteor City-one crippled, one dead.
And the man in white had not disturbed even a speck of dust beneath his feet.
He had merely raised his hand and flicked his finger, as casually as brushing a fallen leaf from his clothes.
"Gulp."
Sarah swallowed with difficulty, the sound as clear as thunder in the deathly silence.
Fear.
A primal instinct she had forgotten for decades-the terror of the weak facing their natural predator-instantly tore through her mental defenses.
It felt as though an icy hand had clenched around her heart, each beat accompanied by a sharp stab of pain.
Run!
The thought had barely surfaced before despair crushed it.
Because the man in white had turned around.
What kind of eyes were those?
There was no killing intent, no anger, not even the arrogance