Warehouse siege: Protection against all odds

The air in the underground warehouse froze the instant their Nen collided. Nobunaga's blade flashed like a rainstorm, every slash carrying an edge sharp enough to sever Nen as it drove straight for Lin Ye's throat; Phinks's Ripper Cyclotron whipped up fierce winds, and the warehouse shelves crashed down wherever the force of his punches swept past; Feitan flickered through the darkness, the Penalty Blade's aura edge darting like a snake's tongue as he struck at every opening; Franklin stood at the rear, dense aura gathering in the Nen muzzles of his hands, ready to launch an area attack at any moment. "Gon, use Rock to take Nobunaga's slashes head-on! Don't let him near Lin Ye!" Killua's voice was urgent. He unleashed Gale beneath his feet and appeared beside Phinks in an instant, the aura blades at his fingertips stabbing precisely toward the Nen Points at his waist. Gon immediately activated Ko, concentrating all his Enhancement Type Nen in his arms and forcibly blocking Nobunaga's descending Samurai Sword. A sharp clang rang out. Gon staggered back three steps, the skin between his thumbs and forefingers splitting, but he gritted his teeth and refused to let go. "Kurapika, wrap your chain around his sword!" Kurapika's chain shot out like a serpent, instantly coiling around Nobunaga's blade. Inscribed symbols lit up, forcibly arresting the slash. "Leorio, take care of Gon's wounds!" His voice was cold. The ring at the end of his chain aimed precisely between Nobunaga's brows, but he deliberately held back-his vow targeted only the Phantom Troupe, and he could not recklessly trigger a lethal attack now. Leorio rushed forward, covering the torn skin on Gon's hands with Medical Nen. Pale green aura slowly mended the wounds. "Hang in there, Gon! Lin Ye and the others need us!" Lin Ye