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88 HxH: The Strongest Assassin
🕑 Added 2024-10-30 13:29:44 +0000 UTCOld O and Old K didn't rush toward the other two locations where disasters were imminent.
Instead, they focused on tracking Parker first.
Kaizen and Zeno hadn't caught up, but eliminating Parker would at least slow the spread of information.
"Did that material end up in the hands of the Zoldyck family?" Old K glanced at Old O.
Old O gave a slight nod. "Yeah, I saw the kid pull it out. It's a special bone with powerful aura—something you'd never find in ordinary materials."
Old K scowled. "Too bad. Getting it back from the Zoldycks will be no easy task."
Old O let out a sigh. "Silva and Zeno are already tough to deal with, and there's that old monster, Maha. He just won't die."
His voice darkened with frustration. "We've nearly reached the peak of our potential. No amount of grueling practice will push us further. If we want real power, we need relics and artifacts to enhance our abilities."
"I never thought the Zoldycks would show up in Meteor City," Old O muttered, resentment flickering in his gaze.
"Don't worry about them," Old K said, grinning. "The Zoldycks got one set of relic materials, sure, but our Kute Gang of Thieves has three. With those, we can create something far more powerful."
Old K's grin widened. "We paid in blood for these materials. When we use them, even the Zoldycks won't be a threat. We'll take out the old man and reclaim what's ours."
Old K's eyes gleamed with ambition. "The Kute Gang of Thieves will become the strongest force in the world. Even the Hunter Association will kneel before us!"
Old K suddenly smirked. "Found him."
In a flash, Old K vanished. A grotesque Nen beast materialized around him as he struck downward from midair.
Boom!
The impact created a massive crater. At the bottom, Parker lay hidden, clutching his spear with a desperate expression.
"They found me..." Parker whispered, panic spreading across his face.
Old O sneered. "I'll handle this."
Old K shrugged and stepped aside.
With a flick of his wrist, molten lava gushed from Old O's arm, surging toward Parker like a tidal wave.
Parker tried to dodge, but the lava reached him almost instantly.
"AAAAAGH!" Parker's agonized scream filled the air as the scalding heat seared his flesh. Despite using his Nen to defend himself, his reserves were nearly depleted after the prolonged chase.
Old O loomed over him, relentless. He let the magma flow over Parker's body, torturing him with sadistic precision. Parker writhed in agony, unable to fight back.
The difference in strength was overwhelming.
Old K eventually approached, placing a hand on Old O's shoulder.
"Easy now. Don't kill him yet. We need to find out what he knows about the Zoldycks and the disaster."
Old O grunted but reluctantly eased off, allowing the magma to cool. He knelt down, ensuring Parker was still barely alive.
Suddenly, the rumble of an engine echoed in the distance, accompanied by the sound of tires crunching over uneven ground.
Both Old O and Old K turned toward the noise, narrowing their eyes as a convoy of vehicles came into view.
"The elder from Meteor City," Old K muttered. "Did the Zoldycks really call them in? Are they not afraid we might have an alliance with the elders?"
Old O shook his head. "I doubt it. There's a kid with them—a quiet one, maybe five or six years old. He doesn't seem familiar with the elder."
Old O's gaze darkened. "The elder is just a distraction. That brat must've been the one who sent a message out."
Old K clicked his tongue in irritation.
Old O turned back to Parker, who could barely lift his head. Without another word, Old O summoned one last burst of lava, covering Parker's face. His body went limp, lifeless.
"These newcomers are just in time." Old O's voice dripped with malice. "Killing Parker didn't satisfy me... but when they arrive, I'll make sure none of them walk away alive."
Old K gave him a sidelong glance, tempted to join in. But when he saw Old O's scarred, missing arm, he decided to let him have his way.
"Fine," Old K grumbled. "But don't let any of them escape. If they do, I'll step in and finish things myself."
"Leave it to me," Old O said, his voice cold and eager.
With that, Old O strode forward to meet the convoy head-on. A single man advancing toward a dozen vehicles.
The people in the convoy quickly noticed him.
"Everyone, on alert!" someone shouted.
In an instant, rifles, grenades, and rocket launchers were aimed at Old O.
Most of these men were ordinary civilians from Meteor City—few of them had mastered Nen. Talent played a significant role in whether one could develop such abilities.
Even those who managed to reach the 200th floor of Heavens Arena—the so-called rookie killers—relied heavily on innate talent. Ron, Gon, Killua... they were considered exceptional, but in the grand scheme of things, they were still just beginners.
Most ordinary people, no matter how hard they tried, could never reach that level. And even in a place like Meteor City, those with talent were rare.
"Fire!"
The order was given, and a storm of bullets rained down on Old O. But he moved like a shadow, weaving effortlessly through the gunfire.
To him, the bullets were pitifully slow. Even the rockets proved useless—they exploded harmlessly against empty ground as Old O dodged with ease.
Panic spread among the men in the convoy as they realized their weapons were ineffective.
High above, Old K observed the chaos below with a smile.
"It's been far too long since we had a chance to let loose like this," he muttered.
He crossed his arms, watching with envy as Old O wreaked havoc below.
"Once this mission's done, I'll have my fun too. Meteor City... sounds like a perfect target."
Comments
Benoît Valtin
encore une erreur de l'auteur, le jeune c'est peter, et le vieux parker, c'est donc peter qui est mort dans ce chapitre, et non parker
