Blessing X Secret Art X Encirclement

The moment the long sword slashed down, the Toad's enormous body burst forth from the shadows.

A thick, grayish-brown carapace blocked Jiang Ye's path, and a huge, long tongue, coated with viscous saliva, suddenly shot out like a heavy black rope, heading straight for the elder guard who was swooping down.

The sudden disruption forced the guards to hastily change their tactics.

The fatal blow, originally aimed straight for Jiang Ye's head, went astray. The sharp blade failed to strike the Toad's body and instead crashed heavily onto the gravel ground beneath its feet.

Clang!!

A piercing metallic clang suddenly erupted, and powerful spiritual energy swept across the ground in all directions.

Gravel and dirt were sent flying everywhere by the sharp force of the energy, and a thin, silver blade of energy grazed Jiang Ye's cheek.

A searing pain instantly shot up his face. A shallow, yet continuously bleeding wound cut open from his cheekbone, and crimson blood slowly slid down his chin, dripping one drop at a time into the gunpowder-stained soil at his feet.

"Alliance Leader!!"

Inside the rear fortifications, Iron Wall witnessed Jiang Ye's injury firsthand. His heart leaped into his throat, and a roar nearly burst from his throat.

Both Shattered Eye and Bago tensed up instantly, their muscles straining to the limit, wishing they could break free from the current entanglement and rush to their aid.

The situation on the entire battlefield was thrown into turmoil once again at that moment.

Nubia, kneeling on the ground, watched as the elders and guards seized an opportunity to kill Jiang Ye. The crazy thoughts of survival and revenge completely overwhelmed his reason.

The remaining Nen energy within his chest began to surge and boil violently, igniting his enhanced Nen abilities without reservation.

"The Blessing of Dawn!!"

A furious roar echoed across the wilderness.

A dazzling golden light erupted from his body, enveloping him as if he were surrounded by golden flames.

That was Enhancement overdraft technique he had mastered, which, at the cost of sacrificing his own life essence, pushed his strength, physical resilience, and total mental energy to a terrifying new level in a short period of time.

The bleeding from the ruptured wound stopped at a visible speed, and the power that was on the verge of depletion surged again, scorching the tattered black coat on his body into pieces.

Nubia leaped up, bracing himself against the ground, his eyes bloodshot, golden light surging around him, and a powerful sense of oppression swept across the surroundings once more.

Upon seeing this scene, a glint of light flashed in the old Grey Elder's cloudy eyes. An excellent opportunity was right in front of him, and he would not allow it to slip away.

The Grey Elder immediately gave a stern order to the armored guard:

"Guards! Proceed to Nubia's aid immediately!"

He then turned to look at the three Dawn Society standard-bearers still locked in combat with Iron Wall, Shattered Eye, and Bago, his aged voice cutting through the gunfire and the noise of battle:

"Three standard bearers!"

"Abandon the prolonged battle and rendezvous with Nubia immediately!"

Upon receiving the order, the three flag bearers ceased their deadly confrontation with the three Iron Wall men.

They decisively abandoned the engagement and used the cover of gunfire to withdraw from the battle.

Three distinct Nen Ability auras surged forth.

One of the flag bearers was surrounded by swirling wind blades; he was Transmutation.

A person's hands formed a thick, earthen-yellow barrier, belonging to the Conjuration.

The last person uses their inner energy to circulate throughout their body's nerves, manipulating their senses to confuse the enemy; this is Manipulation.

Three different types of mental energy fluctuations rapidly converged towards Nubia.

The armored guards quickly withdrew, carrying long swords, and rushed to Nubia's side.

In the blink of an eye, Nubia, three flag Nen user, and five Nen user from the Elders' Guard formed a ring and firmly surrounded Jiang Ye in the center of the battlefield.

Five distinct streams of spiritual energy intertwined and entangled, creating layers upon layers of oppressive force that pressed down from all directions, sealing off all of Jiang Ye's escape routes—forward, backward, or to the sides.

Surrounded by five Nen user, the current situation is clearly a dead end, seemingly without any hope of survival.

"Alliance Leader!!"

Iron Wall's eyes were bloodshot with rage. He gripped the giant iron shield, ready to break through the barrage of fire to rush to the rescue.

But the gangsters under Grey Elder's command were already waiting there.

When Iron Wall and the others tried to break through, a hail of bullets rained down like a storm.

The sound of gunfire was incessant.

A barrage of bullets struck the massive Iron Wall, sending sparks flying everywhere.

Just as Shattered Eye was about to use the shadows to maneuver and advance, several bullets blocked every path he could take.

Bago charged forward two steps, only to be met by several crisscrossing lines of fire.

Grey Elder's gunmen held the three core members of the Rust Remains Alliance firmly in front of the fortified defenses.

Despite their anxiety and desperate attempts to break through the blockade, the three could only watch helplessly as Jiang Ye was trapped in the encirclement of five Nen user, unable to move an inch.

Smoke billowed and filled the air; the sounds of fighting, gunfire, and the cries of the wounded echoed across the wilderness.

Beyond this battlefield of flying blood and flesh, atop a towering, collapsed steel frame, two figures lurked in the shadows, silently observing the entire battle below.

Chrollo Lucilfer, dressed in a long black trench coat, had one hand in his coat pocket. His dark eyes calmly gazed at the heavily surrounded boy in the center of the battlefield, his face revealing neither joy nor sorrow.

The Shalnark stood beside him, fiddling with his antenna, his gaze sweeping over the various forces battling below. He spoke in a low voice, offering his analysis with a hint of certainty in his tone.

"Commander, the overall situation is more or less settled."

"Jiang Ye was surrounded by five Nen user, Iron Wall and the others were held back by gunfire, so they couldn't provide any support."

"The Rust Remains Alliance's trump cards have been fully exposed. Their weapons and ammunition have been mostly used up in the battle. Nue and Toad still have to fight the enemy. Their strength will eventually give out."

"It seems that the Rust Remains Alliance, which has risen to prominence in District 13, will disappear completely from Meteor City today."

Chrollo did not respond, neither agreeing nor refuting the Shalnark's judgment.

His gaze shifted slightly, turning to look at another shadowy corner of the steel frame.

Unbeknownst to them, Illumi Zoldyck Family had quietly appeared there.

Long black hair fell over her shoulders, her pale face was hidden in the dim light of the day, and her dark eyes, devoid of any light, were fixed on Jiang Ye, who was surrounded in the center of the battlefield, silently observing the course of this life-or-death battle.

The air above the steel frame fell silent; there was no further conversation, only the distant roar of the battlefield drifting in.

Return to the center of the battlefield.

Enveloped in golden light, Nubia's lips curled into a mad and cruel smile as his hand, burning with arcane flames, slowly clenched.

The three flag bearers each displayed their strengths, with wind blades, earthen walls, and bewitching energy all poised to be unleashed. The elder guards gripped their longswords tightly, the blades swirling with chilling spiritual energy.

The five men held back their attack, waiting for the right moment to unleash it all at once and utterly crush the target within the encirclement.

Surrounded, blood was still slowly seeping from the wound on his cheek, and his arms still throbbed with the dull pain from taking the heavy punch. Behind him, the Toad stood ready, while the Nue in the sky was constantly being held back by enemy fire.

Faced with what could only be described as a desperate situation, Jiang Ye showed no sign of panic. Instead, a strange, cold, and intriguing smile slowly appeared on his face.

Blood flowed down the wound on his cheekbone, tracing a line down the corner of his mouth. Against the backdrop of gunpowder smoke and blood, the smile appeared particularly eerie.

He raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the five Nen user who had surrounded him. His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

"Five people... you like gang fights, huh?"

As he spoke, Jiang Ye slowly raised his hands in front of him, quickly forming a complex and obscure hand gesture.

The right hand is placed below, and the fingers of the left hand outline the shape of the elephant's head.

The index and little fingers of the right hand point outwards to simulate two long tusks, the middle and ring fingers bend inwards and come together to form the trunk, and the thumb presses down slightly to simulate the lower jaw of a giant elephant.

The outline of the entire hand shadow casts the silhouette of a gigantic elephant on the ground.

The shadowy silhouette lay heavily on the smoke-filled earth, and beneath the shadow, surging and churning spiritual energy was constantly building up and churning.

Jiang Ye's eyes turned completely cold, but the smile on his lips did not disappear. He spoke slowly, word by word.

"Then I'll let you fight to your heart's content."

As soon as he finished speaking, he strained his chest and roared with all his might, the sound echoing throughout the battlefield.

"Max Elephant!!"