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Chapter 132: Breakthrough
The massive force sent the security guard flying backward even faster than he had approached. Abaki successfully snipped the line before the encroaching Nen could reach her rod!
The line was severed, but the creeping erosion didn't stop at the severed end. Instead, it continued advancing through the empty air, steadily closing in on Abaki's fishing rod.
What's going on? Is it locking onto the Nen attached to the line instead of the physical string?
If so, wouldn't this ability inevitably reach her? Abaki rapidly backpedaled, trying to put distance between herself and the creeping erosion.
Her decision was correct. The erosion was spreading slowly. With every inch it advanced, the "Petter" dummy's body visibly shrank. Perhaps it wouldn't be long before Petter's entire body was completely consumed by the spreading marks. Once that happened, if the attack hadn't caught its target, it would naturally lose its effect.
But would the people in the theater give her enough time to stall? And was the stage large enough for her to keep backing away?
The security guard who had been kicked away by Norman didn't stay down. Instead, he rose from the splintered remains of the seats. Judging by his condition, Norman's kick had barely fazed him.
Out of the entire Freak Show Troupe, only three people had mastered Nen. Furthermore, Lisa, the Two-Headed Girl, wasn't suited for combat. Breaking out with just her and Norman was practically impossible.
Perhaps her only option right now was to create an opening for Norman to escape and expose this atrocity to the public. To think the prestigious Royal Glam Clan would commit such despicable acts.
Groping at her waist with one hand, a new fishing line appeared in Abaki's grasp. During the process, her fingers accidentally brushed against a crumpled poster of the man she had yet to visit.
She paused for a fraction of a second. The days she spent training alongside Hisoka were her favorite memories from her time with the troupe. It was a pity she wouldn't be able to see him after all. Besides, she hadn't even prepared what to say to him anyway.
Abaki's fingers nimbly manipulated the rod, seamlessly fusing the new line with the severed end. A hook dangled at the tip. With a flick, the hook vanished into thin air. Abaki abruptly stopped moving, closed her eyes, and waited silently. She looked exactly like a seasoned angler.
Seeing her stance, Norman immediately positioned his massive frame in front of her, shielding her. At the same time, the rest of the troupe also reacted. With practiced ease, they pulled out various concealed weapons from different parts of the stage.
It seemed this troupe, composed entirely of people with physical anomalies, had long prepared for battle. Though none of them probably expected they would eventually point their weapons at Royal Glam.
This was the ultimate stage they had all revered. The excitement of receiving the invitation, the anxiety before going on stage, pouring their hearts into the performance—all of it amounted to nothing more than the discriminatory and greedy gazes of big shots.
Sure enough, this world has been rotten to the core for a long time!
The towering Yeti Man hoisted a massive, door-sized shield. Wielding it, he charged forward with giant strides toward the man trying to claim their lives.
Gunfire erupted. But the bullets weren't aimed at the Yeti Man; they targeted the performers behind him whose physical traits weren't deemed valuable.
However, the Yeti Man couldn't bring his shield down. A security guard in a black suit had caught the descending shield with a single hand. That simple action made a mockery of the Yeti Man's charge.
The man in black flexed his bulging arm, tearing right through the sleeves of his suit. With overwhelming strength, he tore the shield right out of the Yeti Man's grasp and swung it back toward his head. The boss wanted pristine pelts, so knocking him out was the best course of action. That way, the filthy white fur wouldn't get stained with blood!
But his arm was abruptly halted mid-swing. Another figure, similar in build but possessing far more terrifying strength, intercepted the descending shield. It was Ronin, who had used the [Flying Thunder God Jutsu] to appear in the theater the moment the gunfire started.
Ronin couldn't just stand by and watch the troupe members die at the hands of the Glam Clan. His initial hesitation was just to observe Abaki and Norman's abilities.
Looking at it now, there were obvious flaws in Norman's ability. Conjuring the lower half of a horse was fine, but his combat style leaned entirely toward Enhancement, dropping the effectiveness of his Conjuration by more than a few tiers. Otherwise, with the explosive force of those hind legs, a normal Enhancer would have been crippled, if not killed, by that kick. There was no way the guy would be back in the fight like it was nothing.
As for Abaki, it was still unclear. It mainly depended on what she managed to "fish up." If she ended up catching nothing, that would be a joke.
Ronin's sudden appearance drew a lot of eyes. He swept his gaze across the room, trying to flush out the hiding Petter. But after scanning everyone, he couldn't detect Petter's aura among the remaining personnel.
Has he already left the theater?
The security guard who had tried to smash the Yeti Man with the shield immediately assessed Ronin based on his entrance.
An Emitter!
The entire theater was on lockdown. Forget a living person, not even a fly could easily get in right now. Yet this guy appeared out of nowhere and blocked his attack. There was only one possibility: he had set up a trap here in advance. That meant he had been in the audience earlier.
Regardless of why he was here, he was going to die today. An Emitter—and a teleporting one at that—daring to engage in close combat with an Enhancer like him? The guy was practically begging for death!
Thinking this, the man in black instantly let go of the shield.
Since you wasted so much Nen trying to snatch the shield, you can have it! He lunged, closing the distance to Ronin in a flash, and threw a devastating punch. An Enhancer didn't need flashy tricks. His fist was his ultimate weapon!
But this ultimate weapon misfired. Ronin firmly caught the incoming fist in his palm. As Ronin's grip tightened, the sickening sound of crunching bones echoed, accompanied by a scream from the man in black.
In that instant, the man realized the truth. The only reason this Emitter dared to fight an Enhancer in close quarters was because his aura capacity was unfathomably deep! More accurately, the explosive output of his Actual Aura Power (AAP) utterly crushed his own!
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