At the bottom of the deep crater.
The heat was still warping the air.
Genthru stared fixedly at Luo Ye.
His pupils had shrunk to pinpoints.
Impossible.
Absolutely impossible.
Even an Enhancement monster from the Phantom Troupe...
...would have to pay with permanent injury after taking the combined blasts of Little Flower and Sound of Life at point-blank range.
There was no escaping that.
Yet the man before him...
...had only had his shirt burned to ash.
Not a single hair on his body had been harmed.
He had even let out a satisfied burp.
Luo Ye rolled his neck.
His joints gave a series of crisp cracks.
That layer of black Specialization aura was still greedily devouring the lingering heat around him.
"Boss."
Luo Ye spoke.
His voice was full of anger at being cheated.
"Your blasting service is one hell of a rip-off."
"You call that a bomb?"
"At best, that was an oversized bottle rocket."
Luo Ye took a step forward.
His black aura roiled with him.
"Give me a refund."
Genthru instinctively retreated half a step.
His soles scraped against the vitrified rock with a piercing screech.
He clenched his fists.
His nails dug into his flesh.
"Quit putting on an act!"
Genthru gritted his teeth.
He forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart.
He kept telling himself...
I have the advantage.
I definitely have the advantage.
This brat must already have severe internal injuries.
He's just using some strange Nen Ability to hold himself together.
One more hit...
...and he'll fall apart.
"Die!"
Genthru roared.
Every last bit of his remaining Nen surged into his right hand.
The light of Little Flower flared again.
He drove off with both legs.
His whole body shot toward Luo Ye like an arrow loosed from a bow.
He