The private soldiers received their orders and left....
Guzman watched the screen, where a white-haired teenager's fist was wrapped in flaming "Nen," and with one punch, there was suddenly an intense tiger's roar... He sharply sensed a faint scent of "Faith" from the boy... Though this "Faith" was weak, it still tightly linked the white-haired teenager to Roy Zoldyck, who sat steadily within the depths of the church!
Just like him and the protagonist, the bishop and the "Great True Creator," have constructed a stable and unbreakable belief system through worship and reverence!
"Roar!" The tiger's roar changed the winds and clouds!
A punch was deflected by Sisko using the elasticity from "Bungee Gum"... Haseki Dorou pushed off the ground with both feet, and like a cannonball, a heavy "cannon punch" followed close behind!
This move combined "Flame Breathing: First Form: Unknown Fire" with "Tiger Bite Fist"!
With Haseki Dorou's sharp thrust, his eyes enhanced with "Gyo," he could almost see a ferocious white-striped flame tiger intertwined with "Nen" surrounding Haseki Dorou, the tiger's body trembled, and it pounced towards Sisko... The fierce, scorching gust of Nen hit his face, causing a faint pain!
"Heh heh heh... Just like that... Just like that......."
Either live in battle or die in battle... Sisko looked up, his face contorted into a perverse smile of enjoyment, the corners of his mouth pulling upwards as if refusing to droop, uttering just one word: "Ken!"
Meeting Haseki Dorou head-on, he also delivered a punch towards him!
"Bang!"
Punch against punch, "Ken" against "Ten"... Haseki Dorou, who hasn't fully mastered the Four Major Principles and is still laying the foundation, his current application and understanding of "Nen" is not as good as Sisko... But,
relying on the support of "Breathing Technique," along with the difference in expertise between "Transformation" and "Enhancement,"
he matched Sisko blow for blow, not falling behind in the slightest!
"His breathing rhythm is peculiar!" In the Kakin Empire, within the palace of the first prince, the old general and a few keen "Enhancement" private soldiers furrowed their brows, vaguely noticing something different in Haseki Dorou's gait and demeanor on the screen... This difference,
unlike ordinary warriors, and unlike ordinary Nen users, nor like the popular "Martial Arts styles" on the continent, such as "Shingen-ryu" or "Aikido-ryu"...
Instead, it seemed more like a "brand-new" style?
A style created by this less-than-fifteen-year-old boy himself?
Disbelief spread in their hearts, followed by... unwillingness to accept.....
On the throne, Benjamin Noodleface watched the screen displaying Haseki Dorou without expression. He gently tapped the armrest, and a glimmer occasionally flashed in his stern eyes, appearing both greedy and appreciative, making it completely unreadable.
Meteor Street, Pale Church.
One red, one white, two teenagers, fist against fist, knuckle against knuckle, power pouring down simultaneously, clashing... stalemating, until finally... with a "boom~", they were each shaken apart, stepping back "step... step... step...." and leaving several deep footprints on the stone-tiled yard!
By then, the commotion from their clash finally spread.....
When the night was no longer silent, a few heads quietly emerged, climbing the tall piles of garbage around them....
"Someone's causing trouble at the church....."
"One of them is Haseki Dorou, the other... who is it?!"
Kuroro, along with Pakunoda and a reluctant Sharunaaku Ryuusei trailing behind, secretly glanced at the adjacent area over a heap of garbage... Uvogin and Nobunaga, one protecting Sarasa on the left and right, struggled to climb up the heap, glaring toward the Pale Church...
Other figures were seen flickering along various street corners, recognized immediately by sharp eyes as the spies sent by the Council of Elders!
Among them was the "acknowledged" leader by Kuroro, Pakunoda, and Sharunaaku Ryuusei—Meteor Street's ten elders... the "Hypocrite" Belus!
The old man, fifty years old, with hair black and white mixed, slicked back meticulously. As Roy's neighbor, just a block away, he quietly watched the fight using a long-tube telescope in his villa.
Initially, when reported by subordinates that someone had come to Meteor Street to preach, Belus thought the person was foolish,
Later, witnessing him single-handedly suppress Ilya and Bolton on Street 4, Belus was greatly surprised, developing an interest in associating,
But before he could act, he heard that Guzman's group planned to take advantage of Bolton Ilya's elimination to "disperse powder" on Street 4, knowing the depths and madness of the other side, out of caution, Belus hesitated and chose to observe... and observed until today, leaving him both worried and desirous, lingering between associating with Roy and cautiously avoiding association, wavering indecisively... After all,
The other side's killing of Bolton Ilya, Guzman, and several real power elders of Meteor Street, had implicitly provoked the Council of Elders, and the various backers behind them.
Belus wanted to leverage Roy's power, to expand his waste business into other districts, to change Meteor Street in his way, yet feared getting caught in the vortex... Unlike Kuroro and the others who came and went from Pale Church with ease.
"We are different from the boss, we receive relief......."
The young spiders always found some excuse, but... as a seasoned person, also born and raised in Meteor Street, Belus keenly noticed... the "spiders'" hearts, were faster, more decisive than his, even... unconsciously leaning toward the Pale Church,