The fleeing crowd pointed the way for Hisoka and Morrow.
Even without encountering this group of people escaping from the direction of the square, Hisoka and Morrow would have been able to find the location immediately.
Because it was too obvious...
The aura fluctuations coming from the direction of the square, as well as the intense killing intent contained within, could be said to be as conspicuous as a lighthouse in the night sky.
Although he hadn't seen the scene, Morrow could basically be certain that Silva had made his move against the Phantom Troupe.
This was the effect of intelligence.
Of course, Morrow wasn't foolish enough to rush straight to the scene. His gaze passed through the gaps in the crowd, lightly brushing over Hisoka's distant silhouette.
The Troupe... at least three or four of them must be present.
Seeing Hisoka heading directly towards the scene with clear purpose, Morrow could only sigh inwardly at Hisoka's confidence, or more accurately, that unreasonable driving force that sought battle.
Averting his gaze, Morrow walked towards a nearby tall building.
When he arrived at the empty rooftop of the high-rise, he could see the situation in the square at a glance.
Inside the crater violently blasted open lay a brutally killed corpse, most likely the Troupe's No. 8 member.
It could only be said that as expected of the current head of the Zoldyck family, the assassination efficiency was simply beyond words.
Not far from the crater, on level ground, Chrollo and Silva were engaged in combat.
Around them were several Troupe members, including Machi.
Judging from the aura surrounding them, it seemed they could intervene in the battle at any moment.
Six.
Morrow's gaze swept over the Troupe members in the square, their numbers even more than he had anticipated.
—--
At this moment.
The confrontation in the square was approaching a white-hot intensity.
Chrollo, who was at a disadvantage in terms of physical combat and Nen techniques, didn't stubbornly continue to clash head-on with Silva.
Initially engaging in close combat was because in the instant Silva killed Lucius with one palm strike, Chrollo had discerned some clues from it.
It wasn't simply a physical attack, but rather an Emission attack form where aura was accumulated and then allowed to leave the palm.
Although it was just for an instant, Chrollo had keenly captured this crucial information, so he immediately engaged in close combat.
This also demonstrated his confidence in his physical combat and Nen technique levels.
However, after actually engaging with Silva, Chrollo realized that Silva's close combat level far exceeded his own.
Not just in terms of physical combat and Nen techniques, but even in terms of combat experience and physical toughness, they were not comparable to his current stage.
Recognizing this point, Chrollo decisively changed his approach. After creating a small distance, he raised his hand and conjured Skill Hunter.
Rustle rustle...
The black and red book automatically flipped its pages.
Chrollo held the book in one hand, his gaze fixed directly on Silva.
Seeing Chrollo materialize a book, Silva stood still in his original position, his peripheral vision sweeping over the other Troupe members around who were itching to act.
Conjured objects usually possess special abilities and mechanisms.
So, when facing a Conjurer, one can't rashly give opportunities but must primarily probe.
This was experiential advice that Zeno had imparted to Silva long ago.
Of course.
With Silva's current strength, he could completely synchronize "probing" and "attacking", directly adopting Emission long-range attack methods from medium distance.
The reason Silva hadn't made a move wasn't out of wariness towards the conjured object, but because he didn't want to work in vain.
Therefore, even if Chrollo made the first move, Silva had primarily been avoiding battle from the beginning, and Chrollo wasn't some third-rate Nen user who could be easily dealt with.
It seems they won't let me leave easily.
Silva took in the positions of the other Troupe members, clearly intentionally blocking all his possible retreat routes.
From the start of the battle until now, Chrollo's attention had been entirely on Silva, naturally noticing Silva's small movements observing escape routes.
Insisting on avoiding battle...
Chrollo lowered his gaze slightly, his right hand holding Skill Hunter open to a certain page.
He saw that Silva intended to escape, so he also abandoned the idea of a one-on-one.
Compared to what could be gained in a "duel", ensuring Silva could be kept here was a more important outcome.
"Attack."
Chrollo suddenly spoke.
The surrounding Troupe members heard this and instantly stirred their aura, entering a combat state.
At the same time.
In Chrollo's left hand, a bubble gun with a cylinder and a muzzle flashing with rainbow light conjured out of thin air.
"Fragile Item"
Pointing the rainbow muzzle at Silva, he immediately pulled the trigger.
Instantly, accompanied by a series of sharp rattling sounds, a string of bubbles shimmering with rainbow light flew out from the muzzle, like dandelion seeds blown by the wind, enveloping towards Silva.
Looking at the rainbow bubbles flying everywhere, Silva was surprised by the ability Chrollo displayed.
But he didn't pay much attention to it, quickly flashing backwards to retreat out of the rainbow bubbles' coverage area, then immediately attacking towards Kortopi who was guarding one of the routes.
Intending to escape, he directly chose the weakest breakthrough point in the field.
Seeing Silva attack towards him, Kortopi was helpless.
There was no way he could block it.
This was an established fact.
Kortopi was very clear about this in his heart, but he didn't retreat at all.
Not to risk his life, but because he had complete trust in Chrollo's ability.
Snap.
The sound of a book closing rang out in the field.
It was Chrollo closing Skill Hunter, and the bubble gun in his left hand instantly disappeared.
However, the rainbow bubbles that had been fired earlier didn't disappear, still floating in the air.
This was the effect of the "Fragile Item" ability. Even if the ability user removed the bubble gun, it wouldn't affect the rainbow bubbles that had already been fired.
So, Chrollo could, while the rainbow bubbles were still in effect, flip through Skill Hunter again to use another Nen ability.
The pages stopped turning, and at the same time, Chrollo was already amidst the many rainbow bubbles, his gaze devoid of emotional fluctuations closely following Silva's movements.
"In Another's Shoes"
The Emission ability activated.
In an instant, Chrollo and Silva exchanged positions.
Silva suddenly appeared amidst the many rainbow bubbles, while Chrollo appeared a few meters in front of Kortopi.
Pop pop pop...
Because Silva was maintaining his forward charging motion, after the position exchange, he inevitably burst many rainbow bubbles.
"..."
As the bubbles burst, specks of water splashed onto Silva's surface aura.
Then, as if it were sulfuric acid, it corroded small holes in Silva's exposed surface aura.
A Conjuration-Transmutation composite ability that weakens aura defense...
And an Emission ability that forcibly exchanges positions.
Since the latter had the ability effect of forced transfer, it meant that it couldn't be activated a second time in a short period.
Silva's thoughts turned, and he didn't hesitate at all despite being amidst the rainbow bubbles. Instead, he responded decisively.
He directly burst through the nearby bubbles, allowing the water to continue weakening the upper limit of his aura output, and charged straight towards Chrollo's original position.
There was almost a gap there.
Machi was closest to that gap, her eyes sharp, her hands pulling out fine Nen threads.
But just as she was about to block Silva, three playing cards came spinning at high speed, passing between her and Silva, flying straight towards Omokage who was nearest and hadn't taken any substantial action.
Seeing the three playing cards wrapped in aura flying towards his face, Omokage's expression changed slightly, hastily dodging to the side to avoid the cards.
—--
On the rooftop of a nearby high-rise.
Morrow, who was watching the show, couldn't help but turn his gaze towards Hisoka who had thrown the playing cards.
He could see that Hisoka, entering the square from that position, had originally intended to use those three cards to greet Machi who was closest.
But seeing Machi and Silva about to clash, he immediately turned his aim, targeting Omokage beside them who seemed to be slacking off.
This guy... is purely a troublemaker.
Realizing this, Morrow couldn't help but sigh inwardly.