Seawater surged wildly into the cargo hold.
The icy water submerged Luo Ye's ankles.
Chrollo held Skill Hunter, its pages rustling as they flipped.
His pitch-black eyes all but spelled out his thoughts.
Those two black fire dragons.
They were the strongest Nen technique he had stolen, powerful enough to melt Iron Mountain into molten iron.
And yet.
They hadn't singed a single hair on this man.
Only one thought remained in his head.
Run!
Snap.
Chrollo shut the book, turned, and ran.
Even as he made to flee, his hands kept moving.
He flipped his right hand, and a poisoned dagger slid from his sleeve.
"Don't waste your energy."
Luo Ye's voice exploded across the water as he stomped his right foot onto the deck.
Bang!
His foot punched a huge hole through the thick alloy steel plate.
The savage force blasted seawater three meters into the air.
Luo Ye blurred into an afterimage and appeared in front of Chrollo in the blink of an eye.
The poisoned blade in Chrollo's hand instinctively stabbed toward Luo Ye's throat.
Luo Ye neither dodged nor ducked.
Clang!
The lethally poisoned dagger struck Luo Ye's throat and snapped in two on the spot.
Chrollo's eye twitched violently, and he bit his own lip bloody.
He had driven his Nen to its limit, yet he hadn't even scratched the man's skin.
Luo Ye reached out with his left hand and seized Chrollo by the throat, lifting the Phantom Troupe's formidable leader into the air with a lethal grip.
Chrollo's legs flailed above the water, his face turning a bruised purple.
Luo Ye flung him backward.
BANG!!!
Chrollo slammed into the metal wall behind him, leaving a deep, human-shaped dent in the thick bulkhead.
Chrollo spat out a great mouthful of blood and slid