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Chapter 81: Susanoo!
Ten thousand voices screamed in Ronin's mind, telling him this was impossible.
Yet, the corpse was so undeniably real.
He lay there quietly, blood still trickling from his body—likely the result of ruptured internal organs caused by a fall from a great height.
Ronin pushed through the blockade, walking step by step toward the body.
The nearby police officers noticed the anomaly immediately. They moved to intercept him, but before they could even get close, expressions of sheer terror twisted their faces.
Intense killing intent, accompanied by Ronin's flaring Nen, rolled outward in unchecked waves.
It was unadulterated malice.
Although he had only known Kurapika for a few months, he truly regarded him as a younger brother. He could feel Kurapika's reliance on him and saw the genuine effort Kurapika had poured into developing abilities to support him.
Kurapika's dedication had been sincere.
He had truly treated Ronin—his "Big Brother"—as his last clansman, his last partner, and his last family.
But now...
He, the person closest to Kurapika, had failed to protect him. He had let him die right before his eyes.
A dark thought clawed at Ronin's mind: If I hadn't appeared, Kurapika would have lived a better life! At the very least, he wouldn't be dead right now.
Ronin activated the Mystical Palm Technique, pressing his glowing hands onto Kurapika's body, desperately trying to resuscitate the cold form.
But it was no use.
The moment his Chakra invaded Kurapika's body, Ronin knew. Kurapika was already dead.
And when he saw the empty sockets where Kurapika's eyes should have been, Ronin knew exactly who was responsible.
The Phantom Troupe!
It had to be them!
As if sensing something, Ronin snapped his head upward. In that very instant, a figure plummeted from the sky toward him.
Spirited, ominous battle music began to resonate through the air, accompanying the figure's descent.
A massive planet—Jupiter—materialized in the sky, crushing down toward him. But rising to meet the planet was a ghastly, crimson skeletal hand!
Ronin's eyes, no longer hidden by contact lenses, revealed the Three Tomoe Sharingan. The tails of the tomoe began to elongate, and the tomoe themselves expanded, merging to form a pitch-black circle.
These new eyes felt like abysses. Three spheres emerged from the central pupil, connected by tails that bore strange protrusions—like tiny figures trapped within the design.
Simultaneously, a construct of crimson energy—skeletal ribs and a massive arm—erupted around Ronin, encased in dense Chakra.
It was the ultimate pupil technique of the Mangekyou Sharingan: Susanoo!
The giant skeletal arm instantly braced against the falling Jupiter. Violent energy exploded at the point of impact.
BOOM!
The deafening blast shattered every window in the vicinity. The ground cracked and buckled, sending nearby cars and people flying from the shockwave.
But Ronin, sheltered within the Susanoo, simply glared at the Jupiter sphere above. Chakra surged wildly in his eyes, and pitch-black flames suddenly ignited upon the conjured planet!
Amaterasu.
Bonolenov, descending with the attack, landed atop his Jupiter construct.
But before he could add his own weight to the attack, the inextinguishable black flames spread rapidly, racing toward him.
Bonolenov's heart went cold. His instincts screamed that these flames were lethal.
Just then, three roaring fire dragons burst from the hotel above, lunging straight for him.
It was a Shadow Clone Ronin had sent into the hotel earlier!
The clone hadn't reached the 18th floor but had unleashed a Fire Style jutsu from the 15th, smashing through the windows to launch a surprise attack on Bonolenov.
However, just as the fire dragons appeared, a barrage of heavy tables flew out from the shattered windows of the 18th floor, crashing down onto the dragons.
Simultaneously, a hulking figure appeared on the ground below, unleashing a storm of Nen bullets toward the Susanoo-encased Ronin.
On the 18th floor stood Kortopi, Chrollo, and Pakunoda.
On the ground stood Franklin and Isrli.
Franklin unleashed suppressing fire on the pinned-down Ronin, while Isrli circled to Ronin's rear, raising a revolver and pulling the trigger.
Large-caliber bullets shot from the barrel, detonating violently the moment they neared Ronin!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Explosions engulfed Ronin completely, kicking up a massive cloud of dust.
High above, Skill Hunter appeared in Chrollo's hand. As the pages flipped and settled, a toy airplane materialized in his other hand.
The Conjuration ability: Super Fortress!
The toy plane soared into the air, its bay doors opening to release a round bomb that flew precisely toward the 15th floor.
BOOM!
The explosion detonated on the 15th floor just as the fire dragons neared Bonolenov.
A small mushroom cloud rose from the window. Down below, Ronin felt a sudden return of Chakra—his Shadow Clone had been destroyed.
As for the attacks covering him, they failed to scratch the Susanoo.
Even in its skeletal stage, the ultimate defense of the Uchiha was impenetrable.
The crimson skeletal arm surged with power, crushing the black-flame-covered Jupiter into fragments mid-air.
Through the shower of sparks and debris, Ronin's Sharingan locked onto Bonolenov.
His ocular power flared again. Black flames birthed at Bonolenov's predicted landing spot, spreading rapidly into a sea of fire.
Bonolenov, whose body was covered in sound holes that played a melody as he moved, wore a conjured battle suit and wielded a double-headed war spear.
He threw the spear into the ground and balanced on its tip with one foot, his face hidden behind a mask.
Directly beneath him roared a sea of Amaterasu flames!
The flames licked at the spear, melting it in an instant. A stray spark caught the hem of Bonolenov's flowing attire.
The fire spread from the cloth instantly, threatening to consume his body.
At that moment, the falling tables from above smashed through the fading remnants of the fire dragons.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The furniture crashed harmlessly against the Susanoo.
Ronin ignored the debris. His attention was fixed on the toy plane circling above, its bay doors opening once more!
He sensed danger from that aircraft. More pressingly, he noticed that Bonolenov didn't charge at him upon landing but instead vaulted from his melting spear toward Franklin.
But Ronin saw it clearly—the black flames were already spreading toward Bonolenov's body!
Taste the power of Amaterasu, scum!
Ronin withdrew his gaze, glancing at the melting signs on the 15th floor caused by the earlier explosion. An idea formed. His hands flew into a seal.
A Conjured plane combined with Transmuted high-temperature explosions.
Having deduced the nature of Chrollo's stolen ability, Ronin channeled a massive amount of Chakra to his throat.
Water Style: Great Exploding Water Colliding Wave!
An ocean of water erupted from Ronin's mouth. In a split second, the Yadan Hotel and everything within a dozen meters were swallowed by a massive, chaotic sphere of water!
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