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2 HxH: The Strongest Assassin

"Once the Aura Nodes are opened, your life energy will begin to flow freely," Maha said, his voice calm and measured.

"You must feel it already, don't you?"

Kaizen gave a small nod, sensing the energy—aura—radiating from his body, just as his great-grandfather described.

"This is aura. The next step is to control it with your mind." Maha's gaze was unwavering, his words carrying the weight of mastery.

"Right now, you're losing aura faster than your...

1 HxH: The Strongest Assassin

Republic of Padokea, Dentora Region, Kukuroo Mountain – Zoldyck Family.

In a quiet courtyard, two figures sat across from each other—one old, one young.

Between them lay a chessboard, its black and white pieces neatly arranged.

The old man played black, the young man, white.

Nearby, a middle-aged man stood by the entrance, dressed in formal attire like a butler. A maid approached quietly, placing a tray of freshly brewed coffee on a side table.

171 HxH: Tombbound Power

"There seems to be a little problem~."

At the entrance of the hall, Uvogin dragged in a pale, trembling man who could barely stand on his own feet. Feitan and Franklin turned to look.

Trailing behind Uvogin were Shalnark, his face neutral as always, and Nobunaga with his arms crossed.

"All the auction items in the vault are gone," Shalnark announced.

"The host claims someone removed them a few hours before the auction began."

Without another word, Uvogin flung th...

170 HxH: Tombbound Power

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Ahhhh!"

In the chaotic auction hall, bullets tore through the air indiscriminately, striking down attendees one after another. Many were shot multiple times, collapsing in a crimson spray and dying on the spot.

Others, hit in the limbs during the initial onslaught, screamed in agony amidst the splatter of flesh and blood. However, the second wave of Nen-imbued bullets abruptly silenced them. Their bodies hit the floor—lifeless.

The once lively au...

169 HxH: Tombbound Power

Shalnark nodded toward Ronnel and said,

"Well, if that's the case, I'll handle the coordination from here. If there are no issues, we'll begin after the balloon touches down. Feitan, the vehicle provided by the organizers is..."

As Shalnark continued his explanation, the balloon drifted, finally descending into the outskirts near the city.

"Shua!"

Once the group disembarked from the hot air balloon, Ronnel raised a hand and stored it away in front of the others.

...

168 HxH: Tombbound Power

"No, the prophecy was crystal clear. Sending bodyguards would be sending them to their deaths. I refuse to waste my money before I even get the services I deserve," Leiert said with a slow, deliberate tone.

"But... it's an auction hosted by the Ten Dons. Should we really act like this...?" The old servant hesitated, worry etched into his expression.

Leiert dismissed the question with a casual wave. The servant immediately took the cue, gave a slight bow, and exited the room, walki...

167 HxH: Tombbound Power

Chrollo's voice remained calm as he continued the roll call, unaffected by Uvogin's enthusiastic interruption.

"Combatants: Uvogin, Franklin, Nobunaga."

"Intelligence: Shalnark."

Shalnark gave a cheerful nod. "Got it!!"

"Interrogation: Feitan."

Feitan sneered, his voice sharp. "I'll make them spill even what color underwear their boss wears."

"Support: Machi."

Machi smirked. "Leave it to me~."

"Logistics: Ronnel."

Chrollo's gaze rested on ...

166 HxH: Tombbound Power

The Phantom Troupe had thirteen members in total, with twelve gathered here now—only one missing...

"Hahaha! I'm here, everyone! Got a little sidetracked, but I'm not late, am I?"

That rough, booming voice echoed from outside the crumbling building. Moments later, a massive figure rushed through the entrance, halting abruptly in the doorway.

"23:59:42," Shalnark announced with a glance at his phone. "Still technically the 31st. As expected from the most punctual member of ...

165 HxH: Tombbound Power

"It feels like you've changed a bit," Franklin muttered as he eyed Feitan standing silently beside Nobunaga.

Feitan's gaze, cold and steady, was locked on Ronnel.

Noticing the shift in Feitan's demeanor, Franklin exchanged glances between him and Ronnel, maintaining his usual calm expression. As a mediator within the Phantom Troupe, Franklin stayed quiet, sensing tension in the air.

"So, it's true? Feitan actually fought the new No. 8?" Franklin mused. He pieced together inf...

164 HxH: Tombbound Power

Even someone as sharp as Kurapika could only act against the Phantom Troupe after gaining the power of Emperor Time.

Even the Ten Dons, who sit at the top of the underworld hierarchy across the Six Continents, rely on their powerful Ten Shadows Beasts to maintain their grip on power.

I've never heard of their subordinates scheming or offering strategic advice.

So if this young scholar doesn't learn to recognize the brutal nature of the world, he won't survive long among thes...

163 HxH: Tombbound Power

Leiert clapped his hands and smiled.

"It seems all of you are quite capable, and the first test didn't pose much of a challenge. Let's move on to the second—and final—assessment: combat effectiveness."

Combat effectiveness?

Hearing this, everyone perked up. The faces of the middle-aged Martial Artist and the blond youth relaxed slightly.

But the smile faded from the young scholar's face, his brows furrowing in thought.

His explanation earlier wasn't just idle...

162 HxH: Tombbound Power

The man with a square face, Leiert, smiled warmly, giving the impression of a gracious host. However, his eyes told another story.

"What's the test?"

A young man with messy yellow hair impatiently stretched out his hand, cutting to the chase as soon as Leiert finished speaking.

"The test is simple. All of you came through various channels, each vying for the same job. You should already know what I'm looking for, right?"

Leiert's demeanor remained polite, unbothered by...

161 HxH: Tombbound Power

After Ronnel left, silence followed for a moment, broken only by the soft murmur of a voice.

"One Nen-enhanced shot can bring down an abandoned building. That level of strength... It's on par with some of the top fighters at the Gathering, right?"

The woman muttered to herself as she tapped away on her laptop.

"Kay Taylor, huh? A lone gunman with no family or friends... Is his pistol imbued with Nen?"

In the dim room, her low voice echoed through the space. Suddenly, s...

160 HxH: Tombbound Power

"You can stop flattering yourself—let's get down to business."

A raspy, deep voice cut through the room. Ronnel turned toward the woman with a sly grin.

His face, now unrecognizable, wore the features of the former shooter. There wasn't much choice—Ronnel was, after all, a champion of the Battle Olympia, making him a known figure in certain circles. While the average resident of the streets of Meteor City might not care, larger organizations like the Thousand Ears Association ...

159 HxH: Tombbound Power

After so many matches, Ronnel found himself growing a little bored.

"Are my games dull? What about these?"

As the text appeared on the cardboard screen, Old Pe clapped his hands. In response, several large displays materialized around them, each showcasing games with stunning frame rates and impressive special effects.

"All of these? My design," Old Pe boasted, straightening his back with pride.

"Hmm, similar to Red Alert, Diablo, and Duke Nukem from my past life?"

158 HxH: Tombbound Power

When Ronnel opened his eyes, he found himself standing in a strange space.

"Where am I?"

His brow furrowed as his body tensed instinctively, a steady stream of aura rippling across his surface.

Suddenly, the faint sound of paper pages turning broke the silence. Following the sound, Ronnel noticed a peculiar figure—a man with a graffiti-covered face, holding several pieces of white cardboard in his hands.

On one of the cards, words written in Hunter script read:

157 HxH: Tombbound Power

Chrollo's dolls were modeled after regular audience members, but the ones in Ronnel's hands? Those were all puppets imbued with Nen.

For the next month, Ronnel quietly stayed in a remote log cabin, working tirelessly to create various puppets without leaving the place. When he finally emerged, he had completed puppets of several key figures—members of the Phantom Troupe,, Wing, Bisky, and even Baker.

He didn't just make one puppet for each person—he made spares.

Take Bak...

156 HxH: Tombbound Power

Ronnel wasn't hurt much—just dusty enough to look a bit worse for wear. Omokage's attack had barely scratched him.

"He's stronger than me. I can't afford to let my guard down."

The thought lingered in Hisoka's mind, but his expression remained unreadable.

"Looks like that business is wrapped up. This apple's fallen from the tree." Hisoka's voice dripped with mock sweetness.

"Got any fresh ideas for the future, little Ronnel?"

Ronnel shrugged, sounding carefree....

155 HxH: Tombbound Power

After loading his revolver, Ronnel dashed forward, seeing the Uvogin puppet lunge toward him the moment it sensed movement. With a fluid motion, he pulled out his ancient Subai copper saber and charged.

"Crack!"

The saber in Ronnel's hand sliced down cleanly, cutting the puppet in half—from head to waist—right down the center, splitting it with surgical precision.

"Damn impressive."

The shadowy figure, standing just out of reach, narrowed his eyes at the sight of t...

154 HxH: Tombbound Power

"This is the essence of Nen—your mistake lies in underestimating it."

Hisoka gave a sly grin, stretching his arms leisurely as if limbering up. He was about to move forward when he noticed Ronnel watching him with narrowed eyes.

"Oh? You want me to take the first step, huh?" Hisoka mused, his voice playful yet edged with anticipation.

With a graceful gesture, Ronnel extended a hand.

"Be my guest," he said with mock politeness, as if inviting Hisoka to a waltz.

...

153 HxH: Tombbound Power

Listening to the faint voice on the phone, Hisoka's grin widened.

"It seems Ronel's attitude toward the Phantom Troupe is still as casual as ever. This is delightful~~~"

At the Gates of Heavens Arena

Early the next morning, after saying farewell to Wing and Gon, Ronnel waited at the entrance to Heavens Arena. Before long, Hisoka appeared, striding forward with his usual feline grace.

"I've found it. Omokage is hiding in a small town. An airship will get us there in les...

152 HxH: Tombbound Power

Ronnel spread his arms, mimicking the motion of a claw opening and closing.
A wave of potent aura emanated from his hands.

Tiger Bite Fist—a deadly martial technique with impressive destructive force.

Ronnel gave it a few practice swings, satisfied with its effect.

"If I had used this when I fought Feitan, the fight might have ended much faster."

He exhaled and refocused, pulling out a mental note for later.

Nen ability: Double<...