Seeking profit amidst risk.
The observable developments so far aligned with his initial predictions.
Despite Hisoka's interference, the Troupe remained focused on dealing with Silva.
This decision presented an opportunity for both Hisoka and Moro.
The timing for the move was the moment Omokage relaxed, believing he had successfully escaped.
As for the risk of being targeted by the chaotic element... Hisoka afterward, that was the risk Moro had to face in this operation.
Moro stopped focusing on Silva's situation and turned to the already engaged Hisoka and Omokage, quietly moving into position.
On the street outside the plaza.
Omokage was sent flying backward, crashing into a small car parked on the side of the road.
Accompanied by the screeching sound of metal twisting, Omokage was embedded inside the car.
The sudden, loud commotion immediately scared away the surrounding pedestrians.
Not far away, Hisoka walked toward the car.
He held a poker card between his right fingers, resting it against the tip of his nose, obscuring his slightly curved lips.
The cooperation of the other Troupe members heightened his excitement at this moment.
This intense, heartfelt emotion, amplified by his Nen, emitted a captivating aura.
Omokage peeled away the twisted metal frame and struggled free from the wreckage encasing his body.
He then swayed before straightening up, his long silver-grey hair shaking off fragments of car window glass with the large movement.
"In my memory, you do not exist..."
Straightening his upper body, Omokage looked coldly at Hisoka, who was surrounded by a powerful aura, and said frostily:
"But asking 'why attack me' now is meaningless."
The moment he finished speaking, a red glow seeped from Omokage's eyes, and under the propulsion of his Nen, he activated his ability.
"Soul Doll"
The doll stored in his eyes fell in front of Omokage in a burst of red light, rapidly manifesting three people.
Two of them were none other than Feitan and Uvogin.
The remaining person was a man with arms as long as an ape's.
These were all dolls personally created by Omokage.
Under the effect of his Specialization ability, the dolls could exert roughly 30% of the original's strength, including replicating the original's Nen abilities.
If he could acquire the original's eyes, that figure could increase to a maximum of 50%, and the dolls' flexibility would undergo a qualitative change.
As a member of the Phantom Troupe, Omokage created the imitation Troupe member dolls secretly.
He naturally couldn't equip them with the eyes of the originals.
However, even without eyes, the fundamental strength of battle maniacs like Feitan and Uvogin was what Omokage valued.
The other doll with the long arms was a complete Soul Doll with eyes.
These three dolls were designed for coordinated attacks: one focusing on close-quarters suppression, one using speed for constraint, and one delivering long-range strikes.
Hisoka looked at the realistic dolls summoned by Omokage and asked with keen interest:
"Can I ask you a question?"
Omokage ignored him and issued the command to the three dolls to kill Hisoka.
As the command took effect, the Uvogin doll was the first to charge at Hisoka.
"Big Bang Impact"
The Uvogin doll opened with its signature move, almost all of its Nen converging on its fist, radiating a conspicuous red light.
Although a portion of the original's memory served as the soul anchor, the imitation doll without eyes ultimately lacked flexibility.
As it attacked, it left most of its body exposed without Nen protection.
Hisoka, also a battle maniac passionate about fighting, would never miss such a huge opening, which was akin to offering his neck.
He had originally intended to ask how much of the original's power these imitation dolls could exert.
Now, it seemed unnecessary.
Hisoka held the poker card between his fingers.
Just as the Uvogin doll swung its fist, he drove the poker card with even greater speed to slice across the Uvogin doll's neck.
Since the Uvogin doll had concentrated most of its Nen on its fist, the strike instantly decapitated it.
However, before Hisoka could retract his force, the Feitan doll swooped in like a phantom, its rapier thrusting with bursts of cold light.
Hisoka raised an eyebrow and dodged hastily, looking rather clumsy.
Chch—
In just a second or two, two shallow cuts appeared on Hisoka's arm and waist.
"The offensive capability is quite strong, but the lethality is poor."
Slightly surprised by the Feitan doll's aggressiveness, but upon noticing its flaw, Hisoka directly raised his hand to catch the Feitan doll's rapier.
"Bungee Gum"
The Nen swirling in his palm was instantly imbued with stickiness, firmly adhering to the Feitan doll's rapier.
Just as Hisoka was about to destroy the Feitan doll in one go, clusters of arrow-shaped Nen bullets suddenly rained down from above.
Hisoka glanced up, decisively retreating to exit the coverage area of the arrow-shaped Nen bullets.
The Feitan doll also retreated backward.
The next moment, the arrow-shaped Nen bullets landed like a sudden downpour, causing a series of explosions.
In just a second or two, a large amount of smoke and dust was kicked up.
Hisoka flashed out of the smoke.
Due to the increased distance, the pink sticky Nen that adhered to the Feitan doll's rapier instantly snapped.
"A standard configured synergistic combat team."
Seeing that the last doll was an Emitter, Hisoka wasn't particularly surprised.
He flipped his hand, producing a few poker cards, which he held between his fingers.
Having confirmed the dolls' strength, other than the Emitter attack just now, there was basically nothing else to worry about.
So, the next step was a direct attack on the main target.
The corner of Hisoka's eye slightly curved, although his excitement was not as strong as before.
And what Hisoka failed to notice was that—
While he was dodging the rain of arrow-shaped Nen bullets, Omokage, using the cover of the smoke and dust, left behind his imitation doll—the one filled with artificial eyes—and quietly moved away from the battle circle.
This scene was observed by Moro.
"Excellent."
When Moro saw Omokage leave behind the imitation doll, he knew his opportunity had arrived.
If Omokage had simply fled, it would have been difficult to strike.
By adopting this method of faking his death to escape, he essentially left a large portion of his visible aura with the doll, consequently weakening his own strength.
A flicker of cold light flashed in Moro's eyes.
The fight on the street was not over yet.
But Omokage had already quietly retreated a certain distance, turning into a one-way alley flanked by buildings on both sides.
This location was already out of Hisoka's line of sight.
"What in the world is that guy's background..."
Omokage frowned deeply.
In just a few exchanges, he felt Hisoka's power.
To be safe, he performed a classic escape maneuver.
Omokage glanced back in the direction he came from.
Even now, he didn't understand why Hisoka had attacked him.
Withdrawing his gaze, Omokage looked forward at the silent alleyway.
The intense fighting on the street had turned the nearby living people into ostriches, and this one-way alley was naturally deserted.
Following the slightly steep slope upward, Omokage walked up, intending to find a vantage point.
"Hmm?"
After walking a short distance, Omokage reached a T-junction and suddenly felt something.
He looked up at the third-floor balcony of a building in the distance.
On the balcony wall, which had no lights on, three luminous green Nen bullets were suspended in mid-air, forming a triangular pattern.
Seeing this, Omokage immediately narrowed his eyes, then saw the luminous green Nen bullets suddenly descend, preparing himself.
But he quickly found the Nen bullets' trajectory somewhat strange.
Judging from the angle of descent, their landing point was not coming toward him.
"Who is this now..."
Doubt flashed in Omokage's mind.
He then noticed the Nen bullets' descending trajectory subtly lift, showing signs of coming toward him after all.
Just as Omokage focused his attention on the falling Nen bullets, a figure suddenly flashed out of a nearby narrow alleyway.
It was Moro, who had been lying in ambush there.
Ignoring the Nen bullets that were now curving back, Moro flashed in front of Omokage.
His Nen-infused right palm, sharp as a knife, stabbed toward Omokage's heart.
Omokage was instantly shocked, but still reacted in time, raising his hand to clamp down on Moro's right wrist.
Next, Omokage saw luminous green Nen bullets condensing on Moro's fingers, which were held in a parallel line.
His pupils contracted sharply.
Whoosh—
A Nen bullet shot out from Moro's line of fingers, striking Omokage's chest.
In an instant, Omokage was hit hard, sent flying by the impact force accompanying the Nen bullet, spitting out a large mouthful of blood in mid-air.
(End of this Chapter)
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