Izunavi quickly realized these "blood bags" were its weakness and struck at them using his Nen ability.
"Emission-type: Wave Fist"—he unleashed his Nen in wave form, its power like that of a cannonball.
However, after breaking a few "blood bags," the bloodthirsty monster reacted.
Not only did it deliberately dodge Izunavi's "Wave Fist," but it also grabbed several living beings it came across, replenishing its "blood bags."
Besides that, as long as anyone stepped within the range of the Bloodthirsty Monster's ability, the blood dripping from Izunavi's wounds would be used to create sharp, dagger-like blades aimed straight at him.
Izunavi was already very tired, but he still tried his best to control his breathing.
If his breathing became erratic, it would greatly affect his brain's ability to think clearly.
In a fight like this, even a moment of distraction would mean the end.
Carefully watching the Bloodthirsty Monster's next move, Izunavi glanced out of the corner of his eye at his companion nearby.
Kurapika, the handsome young man with golden mid-length hair, was using his "Conjuration Type: Healing Thumb Chain" to heal his own wounds.
At the same time, his beautiful, Scarlet Eyes had already activated.
In fact, it was Kurapika's activated "Scarlet Eyes" that allowed Izunavi and him to quickly kill one of the monsters.
However, Izunavi knew that using the "Scarlet Eyes" was draining Kurapika's life force, trading his vitality for enhanced abilities over a short time.
As the "Scarlet Eyes" continued, Kurapika's breathing became noticeably faster, and sweat poured down his body.
Even that handsome face showed wrinkles that usually appeared only in middle-aged or older people.
Izunavi understood very clearly that this could not continue.
Even if Kurapika didn't die at the hands of the monsters, he would be slowly killed by his own "Scarlet Eyes."
For some reason, from the very first time Izunavi saw Kurapika, he felt a strong sense of familiarity, as if they had known each other for a long time.
Before this, the only connection between them was Kurapika's teacher, Germain—who had once passed the Hunter Exam under Izunavi's supervision.
Two months of a thrilling voyage passed, and the two had worked together many times.
Back and forth, their cooperation grew, and soon they truly became friends.
Izunavi greatly admired Kurapika's character and abilities. He almost wished he could take him as his own disciple.
But sadly, he knew he couldn't compete with that Germain.
This time, during the chaos, they teamed up and saved many lives. Unexpectedly, they also rescued Queen Oito.
But now, Izunavi knew they couldn't drag this out any longer. If they kept going, even if Kurapika didn't die, he would end up crippled.
It was as if Kurapika sensed what Izunavi was thinking. Though tired, his bent posture straightened a little.
"Teacher Germain warned me many times not to burn myself out for revenge. After revenge, I need to find a new purpose in life…"
Germain didn't mean revenge was unimportant, nor that the lives of the Kuruta people didn't matter.
He meant that Kurapika shouldn't be trapped in the whirlpool of revenge forever and lose everything in the end.
The Phantom Troupe and the Fourth Prince weren't worth that kind of sacrifice.
What should truly consume him were other things—more important and noble.
"I think, now is the time… to do it this way…"
Izunavi was shocked.
He saw a fiercer aura burst from Kurapika than before—almost like a last flash of life!
The scarlet killing intent surged around Kurapika. The silver chains rose like a python's head, coiling around his neck and flicking their tongues at the nearby bloodthirsty monsters!
His eyes, blazing red, opened wide. His voice was hoarse but carried a touch of tenderness as he recited the Kuruta tribe's prayer, which was also his death poem.
"Heaven's sun, earth's green trees. Our bodies are born from the earth, our souls come from the sky."
"Sunlight and moonlight shine on our limbs. The green land nourishes our bodies, and this body is given to the wind that blows over the earth."
"Thanks to heaven for miracles and the Kuruta land. May our spirits always remain peaceful."
"I wish to share joy with all my people and share their sorrow. Please always praise the people of the Kuruta tribe."
"Let us bear witness with our Scarlet Eyes."
They had fallen into a desperate situation, with no reinforcements arriving anytime soon.
Kurapika was very decisive. If he wanted to survive, he had to fight with everything he had, no matter the cost.
Just as he was about to move, he felt a heavy weight on his shoulder. Shocked, he turned his head.
Who was this? How could someone silently appear right next to me?
I've activated my Scarlet Eyes—there's no way this should happen!
But when he saw the face under the triangular hat of the man in the black robe beside him, Kurapika was stunned. The fierce scarlet aura around him quickly faded.
"W-why..." Kurapika's eyes showed confusion. He didn't understand why Teacher Germain was here.
But if it was Teacher Germain, suddenly appearing by his side was not so surprising.
Even the bloodthirsty beast that had been roaring at them stopped, as if sensing some terrifying presence nearby.
"Eat this," Germain said, pulling out a rice ball called "Menchi's Nitro Rice Ball" and placing it into Kurapika's outstretched palm, who was still stunned but instinctively took it.
"Don't die," Germain added quietly.
The bloodthirsty beast let out a fearful, sorrowful cry.
Germain slowly raised a curved crimson bow, fitted a dark black arrow, and aimed at the beast.
Looking up, Germain's dark eyes seemed to silently say to the beast, "Aren't you going to run?"
The beast reacted instantly, swinging its fleshy veins and stacking all its blood sacs in front to form a thick wall of flesh and blood.
But with a thunderous explosion, the wall was pierced, a large hole blown through it!
The beast was shocked to see the dark black arrow pass through the hole with hardly any loss of power, and in the blink of an eye, it was right in front of its face.
Boom—
The swollen human-like face and entire beast's head exploded as if devoured by a celestial dog eating the moon.
Its proud three-layer defense—blood sacs, blood, and skin shell—couldn't stop that single arrow!
The beast's corpse collapsed with a heavy thud, splattering a mix of blood, flesh, and dirt.
Silence fell over the area.
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