As he got closer to the ground, Feitan didn't choose to slow his descent. Instead, he plunged headfirst, tightly gripping his weapon, solely to use the impact generated by gravitational acceleration to instantly kill the enemy.
When the height was less than forty meters, both sides could even see the expressions on the other's face, and the hatred and disgust contained in their eyes. There was no doubt that they were the legendary "arch-enemies" who mutually detested each other and longed to kill one another.
They didn't even need verbal communication; just a look or a gesture was enough to generate inexplicable disgust in the other.
"Scum! Die!" Feitan roared, raising his blade to chop down fiercely.
"I'm afraid you're the one who's going to die," Allen sneered, immediately using the Gnomish Mind Control Cap, directly invading the opponent's brain and quickly taking over control of his body.
The next second... he immediately materialized the cyan Philosopher's Stone, instantly creating a spiraling current of air that forcibly slowed Feitan's descent, allowing him to flip twice and land steadily on the ground.
Staring at the short man who was only 155 centimeters tall, Allen immediately curled his lips into a playful smile: "Easier than I thought. Looks like this is the limit of the Phantom Troupe. Let's stake all our Nen to end this! Oh, I almost forgot, you can't speak or think independently right now; you're just like a controlled puppet."
The moment he finished speaking, he immediately signaled Baise, who was waiting nearby. She instantly understood, stepped forward, bent down, and gave Feitan a deadly kiss.
Instant Lover activated!
When the Gnomish Mind Control Cap's effect was released, Feitan, who originally had a cold and cruel demeanor, instantly transformed into a shameless, fawning "lapdog." He dropped to his knees with a thud, allowing Baise to place her foot on his head like a pervert, while uttering twisted, sick cries.
His character design and persona instantly collapsed. If any other Troupe member had seen this, their eyes and jaws would surely have dropped.
"Hahahaha! Scream! Scream harder! You little rutting mongrel!" Baise's hidden dominant S-Queen personality was fully exposed. She forcefully stomped on Feitan's simpering, thoroughly enjoying face, occasionally aiming a vicious kick between his legs.
The horrifying visual impact and the sheer ouch factor... Even Allen, standing nearby, felt a sympathetic pang of physical pain.
After two or three minutes, he finally interjected: "Stop playing! We have more important things to do. Don't waste too much time on someone who is already destined to die."
"Understood! You're the boss, you call the shots." With that, Baise landed another kick squarely between Feitan's legs.
This time, she used not the toe of her boot, but the sharp, thin heel. If one looked closely, they could even see blood mixed with some unknown liquid trickling down his pant leg. Clearly, this was naked, undisguised revenge.
Definitely shattered!
Although the specific damage inside couldn't be seen through the clothes, Allen still reached this conclusion based on the innate, keen intuition that men possess in this area.
After delivering that "severing the lineage" kick, Baise directly commanded Feitan to walk into the center of the previous explosion, and then ordered him to unleash his ultimate technique.
Accompanied by the chanting of a strange incantation (Pain Packer), a red and white suit of armor materialized out of thin air, fully enveloping his entire body. Following this, a Nen orb composed of Transmutation-type aura shot out from his body, instantly transforming into a massive and incredibly scorching fireball in mid-air.
Everything within a radius of dozens of meters quickly charred under the terrifying high-temperature radiation, and steel and stone rapidly melted into liquid. Finally, the entire fireball burst open, and orange-red flames consumed everything.
"This... this is his ability? It's completely insane!" Baise widened her eyes in shock.
Allen nodded lightly: "That's right. This is his ability, Rising Sun. Although the activation conditions are quite strict, and the preparation time is a bit long, the power is indeed remarkable. It wasn't a waste of my efforts after all. Furthermore, I possess an ability called Ghoul that allows me to recover instantly, even if my heart is crushed or all my bones are broken, enabling Rising Sun to unleash its full potential."
Undeniably, Ghoul and Rising Sun were the two most suitable Nen ability combinations. The former allowed one to withstand high damage without dying, while the latter released a larger, hotter miniature sun based on the severity of the damage sustained.
Thinking of this, Allen immediately dashed forward and, with lightning speed, twisted Feitan's head off with a crack, simultaneously calling the Red Dragon's name to consume him.
Finally, with the death of yet another Troupe combat member, he had finally gathered all the necessary abilities to raid the Molten Core team dungeon.
This meant the entire Phantom Troupe was now down to only three members: Machi, Phinks, and the leader, Chrollo. As for Hisoka, he was never really considered a Troupe member. The guy had been there from the start just looking for a chance to duel Chrollo, and he never endorsed the Troupe's creed.
Watching Vaelstrasz swallow Feitan's cocoon whole, Baise's strained nerves relaxed considerably. She proactively asked, "What do we do next? Should we hunt down the last remaining members of the Phantom Troupe?"
"Hmm... I think we should wait for Bodoro first. Judging by the time, his fight should be nearly done..." Allen was cut short.
At the end of the pitch-dark street, a tall man draped in heavy armor slowly emerged from the shadows.
It was none other than the martial artist who had been gone for some time. Moreover, he was dragging a half-dead guy in his hands—Phinks.
"I'm back! I must say, this guy was quite good, a fine opponent. He nearly broke the Nen I reinforced my shield with." Bodoro's face radiated the satisfaction of a fierce battle, and he casually tossed the barely breathing captive onto the ground.
"You took his Ripper Cyclotron head-on?" Allen glanced at Phinks's bloody, mangled fists. Normally, a Nen user's fists would be wrapped in aura. Unless they faced a significantly stronger opponent, the skin, muscle, and bone should never be damaged to this extent.
Bodoro grinned, nodding: "Yes. It was exhilarating. But in the end, I won! Because my will was more resolute than his, and the shield itself is no ordinary item."
"Well done! But promise me you won't do something so foolish next time. Nen battles aren't duels; being too straightforward and honorable is nothing to boast about," Allen cautioned him in a serious tone.
"Understood, there won't be a next time. In fact, I only choose to fight this way when facing an Enhancement-type Nen user. After all, the blood of a martial artist still flows in my veins," Bodoro subconsciously clenched his fist, a strange glint sparkling in his eyes.
It was clear that tonight's battle had given him much insight and further solidified his resolve to continue down this path.
"Let's hope so..." Everyone had their own path and choices, so Allen said no more, directly stomping on Phinks's ribcage and ordering the Red Dragon to consume him.