Patter.
The instant Hisoka turned away, wearing an ordinary passerby's face, a raindrop landed on his shoulder.
"Hmm?"
Hisoka turned his head, saw a face wearing the hint of a smile, and then heard Dio say:
"What's wrong, Mr. Morrow?"
"-"
He really does want to find somewhere to beat me to death.
The thought surfaced in Hisoka's mind, making his whole body begin to tremble-
With excitement.
A fight to the death that could start anywhere, anytime, the moment we meet-
Ah~ why-why did it have to be now- A mournful cry rose in his heart. Why did such a perfect opportunity have to come before his injuries had healed?
That was right. Hisoka looked completely recovered, but in reality, he was only slightly better off than when Dio had seriously injured him last night.
All his apparent lack of injury was Texture Surprise.
Dio's various unexpected attacks last night, combined with a string of blows that exploited the terrain, had inflicted tremendous damage on him. Nearly half his ribs had been on the verge of breaking.
If Chrollo's possession had not given him manifested aura beyond his own limits, he might well have been kicked to death on the spot.
He forcibly suppressed the urge to launch into a thoroughly satisfying fight, slowly turned his head, and walked toward an open space a short distance from the roadside.
Not today, at least-
He was in a weakened state. Forcing a fight would not only offer a poorer experience, but probably fail to satisfy the Hunter before him as well.
Seeing him turn and walk toward an open space instead of answering, Dio inwardly frowned.
He had already examined him with Gyo. The man had honestly refrained from any tricks and was not even maintaining Ken.
It was as