Gourmet Hunter - Chapter 457

Chapter 457: Thin Anger

Nen abilities are bizarre, with stringent restrictions, nauseating capabilities, miraculous effects, and astounding power…

No matter what kind of Nen ability, once its details are uncovered, the effect it can exert will become very undesirable.

For instance, in the battle between Luo and Chrollo, without knowing how many tricky Nen abilities Chrollo’s book contains, what needs to be done is to prevent Chrollo from having the opportunity to use them.

Similarly, now, before Feitan’s Scorching Sun Seed detonated, Luo turned it into fireworks, rendering the damage of the Scorching Sun Seed to zero, wasting the “fuel” Feitan had gathered.

Chrollo’s Skill Hunter.

Uvogin’s Destructive Punch.

Nobunaga’s Four-Meter Domain.

Machi’s Nen threads.

Phinks’ Round Trip.

Feitan’s Unforgivable Sin.

Shalnark’s Carrying Others’ Fate.

Pakunoda’s Memory Dive.

Kortopi’s God's Left Hand and Devil's Right Hand.

Franklin’s Pure Nen Bullet Machine Gun.

Bonolenov’s Battle Waltz.

Luo had some understanding of these Nen abilities. If he dealt with them accordingly, even if the entire Phantom Troupe came at him, he could defeat them one by one while avoiding danger.

The fireworks in the night sky lost their temperature and quietly vanished.

Feitan was struck like lightning, standing stiffly in place, with anger, shame, and hatred, a tangled mess of emotions crashing wildly in his chest, making him extremely uncomfortable.

This drastic contrast even caused his thoughts to pause fatally for a moment.

In contrast, the other members of the Troupe couldn’t hide the shock on their faces.

They were well aware of the power of Feitan’s Scorching Sun Seed. The energy contained within was exceptionally strong, an attack that even “Ken” could not defend against.

Because it had surpassed the Nen offense and defense system, turning the nature of Nen into an element, a highly destructive high-temperature flame burn.

The scene was silent, everyone watching Luo slowly descending from the sky.

The weak light of the cigarette butt flickered like a navigation light in the night.

Luo coldly looked down at Feitan, moved his palm, and casually flicked the Scorching Sun Seed, which had been reduced countless times, off his fingertip.

It was unclear if it was intentional or accidental, but the Scorching Sun Seed fell like a meteor towards Wugu’s position.

The white light carried a dark red seed, falling lightly on Wugu’s back within a few breaths.

Sizzling…

The clothes were pierced, skin, flesh, and bone dissolving like a hot snowball in snow, as if mimicking the effect of his Nen ability “Bone-deep Pain.”

The gentle melting sound was like a death whisper in his ear.

Suddenly afflicted, and unable to bear the excruciating pain, Wugu let out a miserable cry, suddenly flipping over, his features distorted beyond recognition, eyes, nose, mouth, and ears oozing blood that evaporated instantly.

The terrifying temperature invaded his body, exploding inside, evaporating the blood and moisture within.

Moments later, the scream ceased abruptly, leaving a charred corpse on the ground.

Seeing this, the Troupe members looked grim, standing still without making a rash move.

Luo landed, glanced coldly at the charred corpse, then looked at Feitan and said in a tone full of surprise, “I was too naive, thinking that little spark was only for lighting cigarettes, didn’t expect it could burn a body. It seems you’re not entirely useless.”

He casually dismissed Wugu as a mere corpse.

“But I think it was an accident, don’t you?”

Luo’s gaze shifted, passing Uvogin and Nobunaga, falling on the remaining Troupe members.

As the major issue was about to be downplayed, Feitan suddenly activated his big move, which annoyed Luo. If not for Feitan wearing a red suit immune to high-temperature burns, the reduced Scorching Sun Seed wouldn’t have landed on Wugu.

At this moment, casually turning a Troupe member into a charred corpse was just a slight expression of thin anger.

Watching Luo casually dismissing the incident, the Troupe members seemed to be hit by a group silence spell. They couldn’t refute, nor did they have the right to refute.

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Ancient Tree Museum.

Under the moonlight, well-equipped and well-trained teams converged from all directions.

There were not many obstacles around, only clusters of low bushes along the road, with numerous silent bodies lying on the ground.

Clover and the guests fled the open-air banquet venue, returning to the palace-like building. Upon learning that thieves were targeting the museum's collection, Clover ordered the remaining guards to be redirected to the museum.

However, it took time to redeploy the teams, and with Uvogin and others attacking the main gate, the first and second batches of guards were shattered. Now, moving the remaining teams to the museum felt like trying to put out a distant fire.

From the perspective of the Ohara Museum, too much time was given to the thieves to loot the collections, while to Machi and the others, the time left was too little.

The arrival of hindrances naturally caused the looting team to send out two members to deal with them, while the remaining two continued to loot.

Kortopi, being the logistic personnel, stayed inside the museum, and binding things required Machi’s Nen threads, so she also stayed inside.

Bonolenov and Shizuku went out to clear the obstacles.

About five hundred people surrounded the museum, among them nearly twenty Nen users.

Since the start of the attack, the Troupe had engaged in three-sided combat, killing nearly fifty Nen users from the Ohara Museum. These twenty Nen users were the only survivors.

In the quiet night, faint footsteps sounded.

The Ohara guard team spread out, slowly approaching the museum. Considering the museum's collections, even if Ohara had heavy weapons like portable rocket launchers, they couldn’t use them.

The people gradually formed a formation, ready to break through the windows.

At this moment, a barely audible hum vibrated through the air, heading towards the guards closest to the museum.

“Boom!”

With a slight muffled sound, one guard’s eyes burst into a spray of blood, thick blood and shattered eyeballs splashing out. He fell dead without making a sound.

One, two, three…

In just three seconds, ten guards died in the same manner.

This change made many in the team panic, but they still faithfully carried out their orders.

Swoosh!

A gust of wind arose, and a figure leapt out from the museum window, diving into the crowd.

Crack!

The sound of breaking throats echoed repeatedly.

That figure moved faster than the guards could react, closing in, touching lightly, and with a crisp sound, another guard fell clutching his throat.

With a target in sight, gunfire erupted.

Inside the museum, Machi and Kortopi, hearing the commotion outside, remained unmoved, speeding up the looting process. Three large bundles were already tied up on the ground.

“Hmm?”

Suddenly, an astonishing Nen wave surged from afar, but it vanished within three seconds.

Machi and Kortopi exchanged a glance, feeling that something bad had happened.

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