Everything was just as before—
Until the draw.
But this time, the result was different.
"I win. My turn," Hisoka said, licking his lips with a smile full of menace.
Triangle Eyes scowled.
"Tch. Fine. Your turn!"
Hisoka followed the rules. Triangle Eyes didn't.
The moment Hisoka spoke, Triangle Eyes lunged forward, scimitar swinging.
Two blades of wind flew at Hisoka right behind him.
"Fool. Die already!"
Hisoka wasn't surprised in the slightest.
As Triangle Eyes charged, Hisoka flicked his wrist, flinging his deck of cards directly at him.
A layer of aura covered the cards.
They hardened like steel.
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
The cards clashed against the scimitar with sharp metallic clangs.
Then—
"I suppose it's time to begin."
Hisoka's voice was calm.
Triangle Eyes paid him no mind.
Suddenly—
The ground trembled slightly.
Lines—thin, glowing red threads—appeared all around Triangle Eyes' feet.
At the end of each red line: card fragments.
Then another line.
And another.
A dozen. Two dozen. Dozens more.
Each one tightly surrounding Triangle Eyes.
He stood dead center in a web of tension.
In the next moment—
The red lines snapped tight.
Like elastic cords pulled to their limit—then suddenly released.
Thwip!
With terrifying force and speed, the fragments shot forward—
Piercing straight into Triangle Eyes' body.
There was no time to dodge.
And the red lines didn't stop shrinking. They tightened even more.
The card shards sank deeper and deeper into his flesh.
Shlkt!
More and more card fragments embedded themselves inside him.
The crimson threads bound him completely. He couldn't move.
His scimitars clattered to the ground.
Under the immense pressure, even breathing became difficult. His face turned pale, then blue.
Hisoka walked over, picked up one of the fallen scimitars, admiring it.
"A conjured weapon?"
"Looks nice."
Then he raised the scimitar and, with a swift slash—
Schlunk!
Triangle Eyes' head flew clean off.
...
Watching from a distance, Larkin's expression darkened.
"Idiot…"
"Didn't even notice it."
Even if Hisoka was a perverted freak, he wasn't acting without reason.
Every card shuffle, every flick, every splash of blood—it was all a distraction.
The real trick?
The red threads, invisible at first, hidden under the illusion of a normal floor.
They were all connected to those card shards.
By the third card draw, Hisoka's trap was already set.
The actual draw result? Irrelevant.
It was all rigged from the start.
Triangle Eyes was dead the moment he stepped in.
Kaizen, however, understood all too well.
With Hisoka's power, he could've killed Triangle Eyes directly.
But that wasn't Hisoka's style.
He enjoyed playing with his prey.
Getting maximum entertainment out of each fight.
...
Now, only five of the Six Fiends remained.
The swordsman was still locked in a standoff with Silva.
The girl fighting Zeno—young and doll-like—was on her last legs.
Then—
The dragon's massive head rammed into the girl's torso.
Its jaws clamped down.
She was pierced clean through.
But in the next instant—
Her youthful body began to wither.
Rapidly aging before their eyes.
From loli to old crone in seconds.
And yet—
Her aura surged even stronger.
Zeno narrowed his eyes.
It wasn't just a transformation. It was desperation.
A final burst of power from someone past their limit.
She charged at Zeno wildly.
But Zeno stood his ground, unmoving. A mountain in human form.
No matter how violently she attacked, he didn't flinch.
...
Kaizen glanced over.
The sudden change in the woman reminded him of Bisky.
Same duality. Sweet and innocent on the outside, hardened and ancient within.
He turned his attention back to the fight in front of him.
Facing him was Irodan—the middle-aged clown.
He was panting hard.
"How the hell does this guy still have so much stamina?"
Kaizen had been coordinating with Natsu and Larkin while exchanging blow after blow with Irodan.
Any average Nen user would've collapsed by now.
But Kaizen? He looked like he still had plenty left in the tank.
"...What a freak!" Irodan muttered under his breath, clenching his teeth.
He couldn't wait any longer.
"I'll have to use that."
Irodan pressed forward, unleashing another flurry of attacks—
But this time, six distinct Nen constructs began to appear around him.
Fire.
Frost.
Lightning.
Explosion.
Corrosion.
Storm.
Six different auras floated around him like satellites.
Each one pulsing with raw power.
Under Irodan's control, the six began to converge.
The surrounding pressure spiked dramatically.
Kaizen's eyes narrowed.
"That energy…"
"That's not just a regular Nen bomb."
"It's more like… that combination jutsu from Naruto—Hiruzen Sarutobi's Great Combo."
"No way I'm taking that head-on."
Irodan's gaze locked on Kaizen.
"Larkin!"
Larkin responded instantly, knowing what was coming.
He broke away from Natsu and sprinted toward Kaizen.
Kaizen saw through it at a glance.
"So they're going to force Natsu to switch places…"
"Fine. Let's play."
Natsu clapped his hands.
Clap!
"Position Swap!"
In the blink of an eye, Larkin and Natsu switched places.
Then—
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Several explosive rounds hit the ground near Kaizen, boxing him in.
Irodan was cutting off every escape route.
And then—
"Die!!"
The massive fusion Nen bomb—its aura now violently unstable—rushed toward Kaizen like a comet of death.
Kaizen smirked.
"...Sasuke Uchiha."
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