Hunter X Hunter: I Got Stronger After I Died

The fleeing crowd pointed Hisoka and Moro in the right direction.

But even without encountering the people escaping from the square, Hisoka and Moro could have easily located the scene.

It was simply too obvious…

The aura fluctuations coming from the square, along with the intense killing intent mixed within, were as prominent as a lighthouse in the dark.

Though he hadn't seen the scene yet, Moro was almost certain that Silva had made his move against the Phantom Troupe.

Such is the power of intelligence.

Of course, Moro wasn't foolish enough to rush straight to the scene. Instead, his gaze swept through the gaps in the fleeing crowd, briefly landing on Hisoka's distant silhouette.

"The Troupe… there are at least three or four of them present, I'd say."

Seeing Hisoka charging straight for the scene without hesitation, Moro couldn't help but marvel at Hisoka's confidence—or more accurately, the reckless drive fueled by his thirst for bloodshed.

Shifting his gaze away, Moro headed toward a nearby tall building.

When he reached the empty rooftop of the building, he had a clear view of what was happening in the square below.

Lying in the violent crater in the square was a mangled corpse, likely the Phantom Troupe's No. 8 member.

It truly lived up to Silva Zoldyck's reputation as the current head of the Zoldyck family—his efficiency in assassination was unmatched.

Not far from the crater, on flat ground, Chrollo and Silva were locked in combat.

Around them were Machi and several other members of the Troupe.

Judging by their auras, they seemed ready to join the fight at any moment.

"Six of them."

Moro's gaze swept over the Phantom Troupe members in the square. The number was even higher than he had anticipated.

At that moment, the battle in the square was reaching its climax.

Chrollo, whose martial arts and Nen techniques were being overpowered by Silva, didn't stubbornly persist in close combat.

The reason he had initially engaged in close-quarters combat was that he had noticed something crucial in the moment when Silva killed Lucius with a single strike.

That wasn't just a physical attack; it was an Enhancer-type technique that involved gathering aura and releasing it from the palm.

Although the moment was brief, Chrollo had keenly picked up on this critical detail, which was why he had initiated close combat immediately.

This reflected his confidence in his own martial arts and Nen skills.

However, after actually exchanging blows with Silva, Chrollo realized that Silva's close-combat abilities were leagues beyond his own.

It wasn't just about martial arts or Nen techniques—even Silva's combat experience and physical durability were far superior to Chrollo's current level.

Recognizing this, Chrollo quickly adjusted his approach. After creating a small gap between them, he raised his hand and conjured his Bandit's Secret.

Shh-shh—

The black-and-red book began flipping through its pages on its own.

Holding the book in one hand, Chrollo fixed his gaze on Silva.

Silva, seeing Chrollo conjure a book, remained motionless. His peripheral vision caught the restless movements of the other Troupe members nearby.

Conjured objects often come with special abilities and mechanisms.

When facing a Conjurer-type Nen user, you shouldn't recklessly give them an opening—instead, you should focus on probing them.

This was a lesson Silva had learned from Zeno a long time ago.

Of course…

With Silva's current level of skill, he could simultaneously "probe" and "attack" by using his Enhancer-type long-range techniques from mid-range.

The reason Silva didn't act immediately wasn't because he was intimidated by Chrollo's conjured object; it was because he didn't want to waste his efforts.

Even if Chrollo attacked first, Silva intended to keep dodging and avoiding conflict.

Chrollo, after all, wasn't some third-rate Nen user who could be dealt with easily.

"It seems they won't let me leave so easily."

Silva carefully observed the Troupe members' positions. It was clear they had intentionally blocked all his possible escape routes.

From the beginning of the fight, Chrollo's attention had been focused entirely on Silva. Naturally, he noticed Silva's subtle movements as he scouted for escape routes.

"Determined to avoid the fight, are you…"

Chrollo's eyes lowered slightly, the pages of Bandit's Secret stopping at one specific page.

He had discerned Silva's intent to retreat and abandoned the idea of a one-on-one fight.

Compared to what he might gain from a direct confrontation, ensuring Silva couldn't escape was far more important.

"Attack."

Chrollo suddenly gave the command.

The surrounding Troupe members immediately responded, their auras surging as they entered combat stances.

At the same time, Chrollo's left hand conjured a weapon—a bubble gun with a rainbow-colored barrel and a drum magazine.

"Lovely Fragile Objects."

Chrollo aimed the shimmering rainbow gun at Silva and pulled the trigger.

With a sharp rattling sound, a barrage of rainbow-colored bubbles shot out from the barrel. Like countless dandelions carried by the wind, they floated toward Silva, covering the area.

Watching the waves of rainbow bubbles approaching, Silva was intrigued by the ability Chrollo had revealed.

However, he wasn't too concerned. He stepped aside, moving out of the bubble's range, and immediately targeted Kortopi, who was stationed at one of the weaker points in their formation.

Clearly intending to break through and escape, Silva went straight for the weakest link.

Kortopi, seeing Silva charging toward him, could only grimace helplessly.

There was no way he could stop him.

This was an undeniable fact.

Kortopi knew this all too well, yet he didn't back down—not because he intended to sacrifice himself, but because he had absolute faith in Chrollo's abilities.

Snap.

The sound of a book closing echoed across the battlefield.

Chrollo had shut Bandit's Secret, and the bubble gun in his left hand vanished immediately.

However, the rainbow bubbles that had already been fired remained in the air, floating steadily.

This was the effect of Lovely Fragile Objects—even if the weapon was dismissed, the bubbles would persist until their ability resolved.

This meant…

Chrollo could activate another ability from Bandit's Secret while the bubbles were still in play.

The pages stopped flipping, and Chrollo, now standing among the floating bubbles, kept his calm gaze fixed on Silva's movements.

"Order Stamp."

An Emission-type ability activated.

In an instant, Chrollo and Silva swapped places.

Silva suddenly found himself surrounded by the rainbow-colored bubbles, while Chrollo reappeared several meters in front of Kortopi.

Pop pop pop…

Due to Silva's forward momentum, he couldn't avoid smashing into several of the bubbles.

"…"

As the bubbles burst, droplets of liquid splashed onto Silva's Nen-coated skin.

The next moment, the droplets acted like acid, corroding Silva's visible aura and leaving small holes.

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