Machi and Nobunaga were sealed outside the Four Violet Flames Formation. They attacked it at the same time.
Nobunaga's blade struck the purple flame barrier—and couldn't advance even an inch.
Machi's Nen threads ignited the instant they touched it, turning to ash in just a few seconds.
Both of their faces turned ugly.
At the same time, Chrollo and the others who had been hidden in the dark stepped out as well.
They had intended to locate Ronin's hidden helpers and then surround Ronin.
But now it was clear: Ronin dared to wait for them alone in the desert because he'd prepared something even more vicious.
Those four "casters" forming the barrier were impossible to read. No one knew where Ronin had found them.
But the barrier they maintained meant that everyone outside could only watch helplessly as Ronin inflicted one-sided damage on Uvogin.
Chrollo clenched his fist.
And in his mind, he was already asking himself: if he faced Ronin one-on-one right now, could he guarantee victory?
The answer was no.
He wasn't confident.
Uvogin was one of the Troupe's strongest in a straight frontal fight. Even missing an arm and losing some combat power, his strength was still unquestionable.
Ronin hadn't used his earlier flame tactics—he chose to collide head-on.
And he was suppressing Uvogin in a direct exchange.
That didn't just demonstrate Ronin's strength—it was psychological execution.
Especially because Ronin had erected a barrier so that Uvogin's humiliation was displayed in full view of all Troupe members.
It was naked provocation and humiliation.
Feitan's half-lidded eyes opened wider.
Rage surged through him. He might not like Uvogin much, and he loved mocking that big idiot—
but Uvogin was still a companion who had grown up with them in Meteor City.
"I'll kill you," Feitan's muffled, slurred voice came from beneath his raised collar—his unclear speech a sign of pure fury.
Franklin's response was simpler.
The first joints of his fingers flipped open, and countless Nen bullets hammered into the barrier.
No matter how tough a barrier was, it had a threshold. Break the threshold, and it would shatter.
Franklin believed that absolutely.
Inside the barrier—
Uvogin's remaining arm also flew up into the air.
His eyes began to dull. The moment Ronin tore his intestines out, Uvogin understood: at this rate, he had no chance.
So in that instant he chose to end his own life.
Yes.
Uvogin tried to commit suicide.
After leaving Meteor City and seeing the wider world, he had learned of a special power—
a power that only erupted after death.
A power stronger than anything in life.
Or rather, a vow and limitation.
Uvogin's vow—his obsession—was to kill Ronin, and for that he was willing to pay his life. That was his final constraint.
But he failed.
The arm he lifted to smash his own heart was ripped away from him—Ronin was faster.
Still One-Finger Nukite.
And with his last arm gone, a flicker of doubt rose in Uvogin's mind:
Even if he died now… would a corpse awakened by post-mortem Nen—without hands—really be able to erupt with power beyond his peak and kill Ronin?
The moment that thought appeared, Uvogin knew he was truly finished.
Lightning flickered endlessly around him. One-Finger Nukite became a surgeon's scalpel that disassembled his body.
Thighs. Chest. Heart. Eyes.
Until at last, Ronin tore off the mangled head.
Blood and butchered pieces littered the sand. The lightning chakra on Ronin's body faded.
His breathing was heavy—
but his eyes were bright.
He held Uvogin's head in one hand and turned toward the Troupe outside the barrier, who looked ready to tear him apart.
A wide smile spread across Ronin's blood-smeared face.
He tossed the head lightly into the air. As it hit the ground, Ronin's Nen-coated foot slammed down.
Just like that rainy night when Uvogin stomped the previous owner's father's head to pulp—
Ronin stomped Uvogin's head to pulp.
And he did it in front of the entire Troupe.
Spiders feel pain too, don't they?
Probably.
They must have known a day like this would come for them eventually.
More Troupe members began attacking the Four Violet Flames Formation, and cracks finally appeared across it.
But inside the barrier, Ronin understood the real reason:
The four shadow clones maintaining the formation were reaching their limit.
Franklin's method was correct—continuous attacks accelerated the clones' consumption.
Ronin didn't care.
Because his aura vanished again. His hands formed seals.
Earth Style: Ultralight-Weight Rock Jutsu activated—and in the stunned gaze of Chrollo and the others, Ronin slowly rose into the air.
"So this is Ronin's true trump card?" Chrollo's emotions didn't seem to move, at least not on his face.
Flight.
A rare and extremely valuable ability. If used flexibly, it was an excellent survival tool.
Every time they faced Ronin, he seemed to have endless "special abilities" to reveal.
Chrollo's feeling was… strange.
Because Ronin was exactly the type he hated most: no matter how much you calculated, the next meeting could still produce variables.
Chrollo preferred acting only when everything was already in his grasp—when victory was certain.
Not when you planned everything and still lost because of an unexpected twist.
He hated that kind of "gambling" warfare.
Crack—crack—crack—
With repeated shattering sounds, the Four Violet Flames Formation finally broke under the Troupe's assaults.
Several figures moved at once, charging toward the four "casters" who had stood at the barrier's corners.
But those four acted in perfect sync.
Each produced a round sphere and slammed it to the ground. Thick smoke erupted, engulfing all four.
The Troupe members who rushed into the smoke swung and struck—only to hit nothing.
It was as if the four had vanished inside the smoke.
At the same time, Franklin's finger-guns shifted upward and fired Nen bullets into the sky toward Ronin.
But Ronin—already airborne—cast another jutsu.
He opened his mouth. Chakra shifted into earth nature and became clay as he spat it out.
In midair, the clay rapidly formed into a giant clay monster.
Earth Style: Rock Golem Technique!
A jutsu created by the Second Tsuchikage, combining defense and offense.
The clay giant wasn't affected by Ultralight-Weight Rock. The moment it formed, it not only shielded Ronin—it also dropped toward the ground.
Franklin's Nen bullets struck the clay giant, but couldn't rip it apart in midair.
Instead, the clay giant raised its fist as it fell.
Boom!
A quake-like roar shook the entire area when it hit the ground—so powerful the earth itself trembled.
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