One person had already been taken out—shredded by the surprise attack. Even if he'd failed to activate "Ken" in time, it was enough for the rest of the Death Mercenary Group to recognize the sheer power of the real energy bullets.
But recognizing danger didn't mean you had the reflexes or speed to escape it.
Caught in the middle of evasive maneuvers, the next target was overwhelmed by a barrage of real energy bullets sweeping across the battlefield. The moment they made contact with his body, he let out a horrific scream.
Shiba had managed to kill the first core member not because he failed to use "Ken," but because the concentrated barrage of real energy bullets was simply too powerful.
Just like now.
Even though this man had activated his "Ken" and cloaked himself in a dense layer of Nen, the sheer force of the concentrated fire tore through his defense. Bloody holes riddled his body, and with a final scream, he collapsed.
Zheng!
As the chaos spread, more attacks erupted—not only from Dilumon and Shiba, but also a brilliant flash of sword light from the side, aimed at another elite member attempting to evade.
Poof!
The sword strike wasn't just sudden—it was deadly. The blade swept clean through, separating the man's head from his shoulders. His body staggered forward a few meters on inertia alone before toppling to the ground.
The sword light disappeared instantly, along with the narrow portal from which it had emerged.
This was, of course, Mia's handiwork.
From the moment Feng Yu had arrived until now, only seconds had passed.
But in that short time, the Death Mercenary Group had suffered catastrophic losses.
All the peripheral mercenaries were dead. Four elite Nen users had fallen.
Only three remained: Mark, who was locked in a ferocious battle with Dilumon; Paul, the leader of the group; and the last remaining core member.
"Run!"
Compared to Mark and Paul, the last core member was clearly the weakest—and the most terrified. Seeing the others slaughtered effortlessly, a primal instinct took over.
All he could think about was escape.
His Nen surged from every aura node, and he turned, sprinting away in blind panic, trying to flee the battlefield.
Boom!!
The air trembled—and then came the punch.
A glowing fist-shaped shockwave cut through the night like a comet. It struck the fleeing man before he could even scream.
His body exploded into a spray of blood and gore. Flesh twisted, bones shattered. He flew through the air like a ragdoll, crashing to the ground dozens of meters away, mangled beyond recognition.
From where the punch had come, one could see Feng Yu standing atop the ruined remains of the hotel.
While Shiba, Mia, and Dilumon had engaged the others in close-quarters combat, Feng Yu had calmly landed and surveyed the battlefield.
When he noticed the fleeing man, he simply raised his fist—and used the Hundred-Step Divine Fist to obliterate him from a distance.