"Humph." Feitan and Germain moved back, listening to Franklin's words.
Feitan sneered and landed slowly, saying, "How is this possible?"
"Franklin, when you go to hell, remember to tell Phinks, Kortopi, Bonolenov, and the others. Wait a little longer; I'll send Germain soon, and then Hisoka."
Franklin laughed loudly. "I will, and I'll definitely take your words to the next level!"
Morel and Knuckle were horrified. They could tell that Franklin was determined to die!
"Retreat!" Germain guessed what was about to happen. He shouted to Morel and Knuckle, "Get out of here!"
In the next moment, Feitan jumped up and hovered above Germain.
"It looks like someone has betrayed us. You even know about my 'Rising Sun.'"
He stared coldly at Germain.
"Forget it, it doesn't matter. After I kill you, I'll investigate slowly. That traitor won't escape."
In an instant, Feitan's "Pain Packer" shot out a blinding light in all directions. Within moments, a scorching heat was directed at him.
He was surrounded by a huge ball of intense fire. Calmly, he extended his hands and detonated the "Rising Sun" he had built up from pain and injuries during the battle!
Boom—
The raging flames spread and immediately engulfed Germain, who was too close!
The "Rising Sun" continued to radiate, mercilessly affecting everything within several dozen meters!
"What terrifying killing power!" Morel was horrified and immediately understood Germain's warning. He quickly grabbed Knuckle by the collar.
"Let's go!"
"But Germain..." Knuckle became anxious, pointing towards the flames.
"Go, he's beyond help!"
After Morel spoke, he didn't care if Knuckle was willing or not. He pulled his disciple and jumped into the fog wall.
From the fog wall, Knuckle's cries could be heard from afar.
He had well-developed tear glands and admired Germain's spirit of sacrifice, which matched his idea of "manly character," so he burst into tears.
Franklin, with a broken arm and in a state of "Zetsu," was left where he was, with the invincible "I.R.S." by his side.
He showed no fear as he climbed up, laughing wildly in the "Rising Sun" like a madman. His strong body was soon reduced to ashes.
The "Rising Sun" lasted for half a minute. The ground bent from the heat, and surrounding buildings were engulfed in flames. The dark sky seemed to be burning, like it was dusk.
Feitan, wearing the Pain Packer, landed unharmed. He stood next to the ashes that were once Franklin and pursed his lips.
"Franklin, as you wished, I have avenged you. Your sacrifice will never be in vain..."
As he spoke, he suddenly paused, looking in disbelief at the spreading steam and flames not far away.
Da da da.
Footsteps echoed, like the tick of a clock, making even Feitan uneasy.
How could this be?!
Through the mist, Germain appeared, having torn through it with his "Cleaver."
At the crucial moment, he had donned the "Greedy Antler Helmet," sacrificed the rarely used "Gift of Resentment · Left Wrist Arm Guard," and obtained the "Absolute Defense Air Shield."
The "Absolute Defense Air Shield" had blocked most of the damage from the "Rising Sun," but the flames still scorched Germain's clothes.
His triangular leather hat and black hunter robe were burned to tatters, exposing his scarred upper body. His eyes were sharp as he walked towards Feitan with a determined look.
The "Greedy Antler Helmet" looked like a twisted crown on his head, but he removed it and vanished into the "Aura" flowing through him.
The Cleaver also disappeared quietly.
Germain deliberately placed his left hand behind his back and raised his right hand in front of his chest as he approached step by step.
"Empty-handed?" Feitan fumed, closing in on Germain. They were less than five meters apart. "Are you looking down on me?"
"I don't know how you managed to survive, but next, I'll make sure you die completely—one cut at a time!"
His arms were blazing with fire, and his "Nen sword" looked fierce and aggressive.
"Rising Sun" uses up a lot of energy, so Feitan can't use it again quickly. However, close combat is also one of his strengths.
At the same time, Germain's "Nen consumption" must be enormous.
Moreover, Germain had never defeated Feitan in close combat since the battle began, so Feitan had good reason to be proud.
Germain remained silent. He wasn't one to use words to persuade others. He kept his right hand raised in front of his chest and his left hand behind his back.
The "Three Nen tank" floating beside Germain was completely full, and he emptied it all at once, entering a form that radiated pure white holy light.
The "Nen" he had been using in excess came back, and more and more of it returned, surpassing the threshold.
In a way, his "three Nen tank" is somewhat like Knuckle's "Hakoware," but the energy he receives is for his future self.
Feitan was only two meters away from Germain. At this moment, he felt as if he were caught in an increasingly violent whirlpool, with air waves constantly pulling him towards Germain.
He swung his arms and slashed with the "Nen Blade." The fiery red blade arced through the air, but it only momentarily tore through the vortex of air waves before the gap was filled by more endless air waves!
Feitan was astonished. Germain should have been running out of strength by now, but... why does he still have such an immense amount of "Nen"?!
It was as if this 8-minute death battle had never happened!
Damn it!
"My 'Hunter Badge' receives 'Gift of Resentments' from the resentment of those I've killed after they die."
Germain slowly raised his left hand, which had been hidden behind his back, and aimed his palm at Feitan.
"After Phinks died, the 'Gift of Resentment' he gave me was the 'Ripper Cyclotron Cannon'."
Bathed in a pure white holy light, Germain's left arm transformed into a cannon barrel. It looked like a huge iron pipe with a ring in the middle spinning rapidly, and the "Nen" had already been gathered and charged.
Feitan immediately understood what Germain meant and felt a surge of anger. This guy wanted to use Phinks' "Gift of Resentment" to kill me!
Then, he saw a burst of golden fire shoot out from the barrel of Germain's left arm, aimed directly at him!
The recoil caused Germain to stumble backward slightly.
Even though they were only two meters apart, Feitan reacted quickly, leaping into the air to dodge the "Ripper Cyclotron Cannon" fired at him.
The vortex of air around him felt like powerful hands pulling him towards Germain, refusing to let him escape.
Feitan had no intention of running away.
"Don't underestimate me, Germain!"
In mid-air, he conjured a sharp sword and lunged at Germain. His arms' "Nen swords" burst into flames, slashing fiercely at Germain.
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