The black sword pierced through Shalnark's chest like lightning.
A hideous bloody hole suddenly appeared on Shalnark's chest.
Such an injury was undoubtedly fatal.
Strictly speaking, Moses's opportunity to attack this time was created by Silva.
In fact, when Moses handed the black sword to his shadow clone, he wasn't sure what kind of benefits this 'small arrangement' would bring to the subsequent battle.
He simply adhered to the principles of 'adapting to circumstances' and 'thinking three steps ahead' during the fight, and gradually found an opportunity to turn this 'arrangement' into a 'killing move'.
The reason why Moses targeted Shalnark was simply because Shalnark was missing an arm and a hand.
In this condition, even if Shalnark could react to the sudden attack, he would most likely be unable to defend effectively.
Based on this, Shalnark became his primary target.
What Moses didn't know was that...
In order to adapt to his disability, Shalnark had spent a considerable amount of time and effort developing the ability to conjure a mechanical hand.
But the time he has is limited after all, so even if Shalnark reacts, the 'speed' of conjuration was not sufficient to support his defensive intent.
Therefore, no matter how many variables are involved, from the moment Moses chose Shalnark as his target, certain outcomes were already destined.
After successfully landing the hit, Moses unhesitatingly used his [Shadow Shift] ability again and returned to his original position.
"Shalnark!!!"
At this moment, Pakunoda and Kortopi's exclamations rang out.
Franklin, completely caught off guard by this turn of events, was momentarily distracted.
Moses keenly noticed this, and immediately stepped forward with his right foot. The moment he raised his arm, the black sword reconjured and stabbed straight into Franklin's chest.
But Franklin, who had been through many battles, would never give Moses such an easy opportunity.
Franklin reacted at the last moment, and suddenly retreated to create some distance, thus making room to avoid Moses's direct stab at his chest.
At the same time, he raised his left hand and pointed the muzzle of his finger gun at Moses.
When dealing with an Emitter, in a situation like this, one usually chooses to press forward and then uses close combat to suppress the opponent's Emission attack.
However, Moses was well aware that Franklin's overall strength in close combat rivaled that of an Enhancer.
Therefore, he chose not to follow common sense and instead retreated to increase the distance.
Rat-tat-tat…
Flames burst out from the muzzle of Franklin's finger gun, and the Nen Bullets shot straight towards Moses body.
As Moses retreated, he used Rhythm Echo and created a series of afterimages to dodge the oncoming Nen Bullets.
Franklin's eyes burned with fierce anger. He wished he had an extra pair of hands to mercilessly tear Moses apart with a hail of Nen Bullets.
On the other side.
Phinks's cheeks twitched uncontrollably, revealing his highly unstable emotions.
'I've been tricked…!!!'
Rage burned within him, and veins bulged on Phinks's browless forehead, wriggling like worms.
'The one holding the knife was actually a Nen Clone!'
'When exactly…?'
Phinks's pupils contracted sharply, and he suddenly thought of the moment when Silva descended from the sky.
If there is a time for a 'substitution', it is basically that time.
It was this fleeting moment of negligence that caused him to inadvertently become an accomplice in Shalnark's death.
"You bastard, you scum..."
Phinks didn't dare look at Shalnark's body. Instead, he glared angrily at Moses, the veins on his forehead twitching rapidly.
Outside the Snow Palace's hall.
Pakunoda hugged Shalnark's falling body and looked down. What caught her eye was a bloody hole through which a small part of an organ could be vaguely seen.
"Shalnark..."
Pakunoda's eyes trembled violently.
However, Shalnark could no longer respond to Pakunoda's call. The luster in his eyes faded away quietly, and was shrouded by a layer of darkness.
Kortopi, squatting beside them, showed uncontrollable anger in his eyes, which are partially hidden by his long hair.
Omokage lowered his head to look at Shalnark's injuries, his eyes slightly solemn.
At this moment, his mind was filled with Moses's shocking blow just strike.
If the target had been him, Pakunoda, or Kortopi, they would likely have met the same fate as Shalnark, their chests pierced and dead in an instant.
It can be said-
Before the black sword flew over, their 'lives' were actually in Moses's hands.
But Moses ultimately chose Shalnark among them.
So Shalnark died.
The realization of this sent a strong discomfort coursing through Omokage's entire being.
He slowly turned his gaze to Moses, as if he was looking at a creature exuding a dangerous aura.
Nobunaga, who was not far away, looked at the knight's body with a dark face, and blue veins bulged on the back of his right hand that was gripping to the hilt of the sword.
He had watched his companions besieging and suppressing Moses with an attitude that the situation had already been decided, not expecting Moses to cause any significant trouble.
However-
Moses's meticulous planning resulted in a black sword that figuratively slapped them in the face.
Anger, regret, shame...
How long had it been since he felt this way?
At this moment, Nobunaga experienced a powerful urge to kill.
Then, he directed this pure killing intent towards Moses.
'I must absolutely kill him!'
Nobunaga's killing intent surged coldly.
Within the battle zone.
Chrollo also noticed Shalnark's death, and shadows suddenly appeared around his eyes.
Despite this, his hand holding the book remained steady, and his attacks on Silva as calm and precise as ever.
Silva silently felt the almost imperceptible changes in Chrollo's fighting style, and couldn't help but admire Chrollo's ability in his heart.
Exquisite tactical qualities, proficient Nen techniques, masterful close combat skills and extensive combat experience honed from countless battles...
The opponent in front of him is undoubtedly a young man who should not be underestimated.
However, the one who should not be underestimated more is the even younger Moses.
He was able to kill the opponent's companion in an unexpected way in that situation, which was like taking the head of an enemy general when surrounded by thousands of troops.
On the other side.
Uvogin's eyes widened with fury and he punched Kanzai continuously with great force.
However, Kanzai managed to block each attack steadily and even counterattack with a faster Ryu.
After several minutes of high-intensity battle, Uvogin had several red and swollen areas on his body.
This kind of injury is naturally insignificant for a person like him, an Enhancer who has fought his way through countless life-and-death battles.
But…
What frustrated him was the ineffectiveness of his all-out attacks and the fact that he was being suppressed.
At first, he used his advantages in 'strength' and 'explosive power' to unleash a barrage of attacks, but no matter how he attacked, he couldn't break through his opponent's defense.
Despite both being Enhancers, the 'body shape' of the man with tiger hair in front of him is obviously very inconspicuous, and can even be said to be frail.
Yet…
He possessed extraordinary resilience and endurance.
'He's completely impenetrable...'
Uvogin furrowed his brow tightly.