The "Ripper Cyclotron Cannon" on Germain's left arm vanished and was replaced by the "Crow Shield," which fused with his arm, while his right arm merged with the "Cleaver." In this state, all "Gifts of Resentment" would be integrated with his body!
He flew up and faced Feitan directly!
"Bring it on!" Feitan yelled and swung his "Nen Blade" downwards! Germain's "shield" blocked Feitan's fierce attack with his "Nen Blade," and his "Cleaver" slashed diagonally at Feitan.
Feitan was wearing "Pain Packer" and had no defense.
His "Nen Blade" was deflected, and his arms changed direction abruptly, aiming for Germain's chest!
At that moment, something strange happened! Feitan suddenly paused, instinctively turned his head, and saw his right arm and shoulder flying through the air!
Germain's "Cleaver" had cut through his "Pain Packer" for the first time, severing his right arm and shoulder!
Germain had used the "three-stage Nen tank" to boost his strength far beyond normal, breaking through "Pain Packer."
Feitan's all-out attack without defense had finally caught up with him! If he hadn't turned his head at the last moment, his head might have been severed.
Before Feitan could react, Germain swung the "Cleaver" at Feitan's left arm with deadly intent.
Feitan's eyes were bloodshot, and he no longer cared. He used his left arm's "Nen Blade" to pierce Germain's chest.
Blood gushed out, and it looked like it would pierce his heart!
Germain raised his left hand and grabbed Feitan's wrist just in time, stopping its advance. Meanwhile, the "Cleaver" sliced off Feitan's left arm!
Blood splattered on both Germain and Feitan's faces. They were like wild beasts in a cage, fighting fiercely.
Feitan's face was twisted with rage as he kicked towards Germain's chest without regard for the consequences. His left wrist was still caught. If his kick had been two inches deeper, it would have reached Germain's heart!
At this moment, he no longer had any desire to live. He wanted to go to hell with Germain!
Otherwise, Franklin's sacrifice would be meaningless, and he wouldn't be able to avenge Phinks' tragic death!
This must never happen!
However, Germain had already seen through Feitan's attack pattern. Using his left and right hands, he held down Feitan's legs as if catching a blade with his bare hands, and with a strong twist, he broke them with a snap!
Feitan lost both arms, and his right leg was broken. Finally, he couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground on his back with a thud, feeling intense pain all over his body.
Despite the pain, he was unwilling to make a sound or wail. He only glared fiercely at Germain, as if trying to kill him with his eyes.
Germain took a sharp breath, then quickly stepped forward and stood beside Feitan.
Feitan's severed arm was still stuck in his chest, but it oddly helped block the wound. Still, blood flowed out like a faucet, making his face pale.
It's time to end this.
"Germain!" Feitan shouted his name, his mouth full of blood, red and gruesome.
"Dare to squat down and let me bite you to death!"
"Sarasa," Germain chanted his spell to Feitan, who was struggling. "I know who killed her, why they wanted to kill her, and where they are now."
Feitan's fierce expression turned to shock. His mouth hung open, unable to close, and then Germain's "Cleaver" cleanly severed his neck with a snap!
Blood shot out like an arrow, staining the moonlight.
His head flew off and rolled among the ashes of the bodies he had burned.
Life was like a candle in the wind. In his final moments, Feitan's mind was in chaos.
Is he telling the truth? Who could it be? No, he's lying to me!
But what if those people sent him to infiltrate the Phantom Troupe and investigate us, leading to the betrayal and Phinks' death?
No, he's lying to me!
He must be lying to me! I can't believe it...
Then Feitan's eyes widened and he died with his eyes open.
Germain stared at Feitan's head for a while. After confirming Feitan was dead, the "Nen" in his body vanished instantly. He staggered a few steps, then fell backwards with a thud.
Of course, he didn't know who had killed Sarasa, Feitan's childhood friend.
Germain felt that Feitan deserved this ending and that he would die with unfixable doubts and regrets in his final moments.
Darkness, coldness, and weakness gradually took over his body. He held on for a while with sheer will but eventually closed his eyes and lost consciousness.
I don't know how much time passed.
When he woke up, he saw a pale ceiling and a ceiling fan swaying side to side as if it might fall off.
"Germain?" Knuckle's face appeared close to Germain's. "Are you awake? Wait, I'll get the doctor. Don't fall asleep!"
Knuckle turned and hurried out of the room like an Alaskan sled dog.
Germain wanted to ask something but had to give up.
Luckily, there was someone else in the room.
"This is a hospital."
Shoot stood on the other side of the bed. His voice was soft and sharp, typical of someone with social anxiety.
"We brought you to the hospital because you were badly injured and unconscious. Your condition was very serious, but you made it through. The teacher arranged a private room for you, and you've been here for three days."
"The teacher was worried about more pursuers from the Phantom Troupe, so he asked me and Knuckle to keep watch over you constantly while he with his Deep Purple kept guard nearby."
"Thank you for your trouble..." Germain coughed a few times, clearly exhausted, his lips cracked and sore as he sat up.
"You're welcome," Shoot said, helping Germain up and nodding. "You saved my life. The teacher and Knuckle are both very grateful. This is just our way of showing appreciation."
At that moment, Knuckle burst into the room, dragging a doctor behind him, with two nurses hurriedly following.
"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" Knuckle pointed at Germain. "Doctor, he's awake—make sure he doesn't die!"
"Okay, okay. Let go," the doctor said, pulling his arm away from Knuckle's grip. "I'm old, and you're about to tear my arm off!"
Knuckle quickly let go, apologizing awkwardly.
The doctor, smiling despite Knuckle's overzealousness, approached Germain to examine him. He looked surprised and said, "Huh, that's unexpected."
"What's wrong?" Knuckle asked anxiously. "Is everything alright?"
"No, no," the doctor quickly reassured them. "It's just surprising how much Mr. Germain's injuries have improved. Of course, we'll confirm this with professional equipment later."
Germain stayed calm, knowing that this was the result of his "trait genius" which enhanced the effectiveness of his treatment.
Knuckle and Shoot were thrilled to hear this.
"Anyway, take good care of your injuries," the doctor advised. "You have a lot of old wounds. Young people shouldn't be reckless. After all, you only have one life."
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