"Heh heh heh," Otsuka Yoh laughed wickedly, "Don't underestimate a woman's body, Wayne,"
The ronin glanced at Renko as if unintentionally, "A woman's belly can hold a ship, so putting in a stick is nothing, right?"
Renko remained silent. The others, assisting in the fight, looked composed, even in the mood for banter. It seems they have a lot of faith in Guzman, just as they said...
He is indeed fierce!
Overdrawing life's potential with drugs can push an ordinary person to unimaginable heights... Let alone someone like Guzman who has mastered it?
He is the "Spirit Morphine," the source of enhanced excitement!
"Hmph!" Two steam dragons suddenly spewed from Guzman's giant-transformed nostrils...
Shadows fell heavily, tearing apart the misty veil on Roy.
The young man halted, looking up as Guzman's ferocious face revealed a sickly flush... In contrast to the "Gourmet Giant," "Hundred Forms of Guanyin," and the two-headed demon his grandfather Jager summoned in the "Game of the Dead," he couldn't help but wonder...
Is this "giant beast" before him dead muscle or living muscle?
Or maybe... living dead muscle!
Bang!
The sword moved!
The fist arrived!
A colossal punch, like a cannonball, suddenly smashed towards him!
Guzman stomped the ground with both feet, creating two large pits, and in the blink of an eye, he was upon Roy, landing a punch right on his face!
With a swift sound of a sword, Roy turned his hand to block, using Yubashiri to withstand Guzman's punch, taking it head-on... Only to slightly crouch, a look of disappointment spread across his calm visage... Not as good as Silva, not even as good as Himejima with opened acupoints... He lost interest in toying around.
"Indeed, borrowing is not the way,"
"What's not yours will eventually abandon you!"
Roy's gaze was taunting as he looked at Guzman, those crimson eyes slowly rotating like a blood sword stabbing into Guzman's heart, seemingly repeating to him... it's all just for show...
Guzman roared furiously, refusing to accept it, stomping at Roy's chest, attempting to kick him to death... But—
A whisper: "Sleep."
His large foot had yet to lift when he staggered, overtaken by a sudden wave of drowsiness, uncontrollably retreating a few steps, and finally plopping down onto the ground!
The "Compulsory Sleep" combined with Sharingan's pupil power took effect at this moment,
The sudden swing in offense and defense, in a mere instant, imprinted a firm seal in the hearts of Otsuka Yoh, Renko, Mark Wayne, and Eve Valentine...
The voluptuous woman trembled, instinctively clasping Mark Wayne's arm, the hand deep inside her collar yet to withdraw, his gaze narrowing, lost interest in teasing.
"What's happening?"
"Elder Guzman, why did he suddenly fall?"
"Is he... high on drugs, trapped in a hallucination......"
Whispers filled the surroundings... All sorts of people peeking through piles of trash, staring blankly at the scene in the villa....
A young ronin, who moments ago was joking, stood up with his hands on his knees, his expression now solemn, devoid of previous confidence and composure,
They say, outsiders see the fun, insiders see the truth,
Otsuka Yoh knew well about Guzman's weight, his squinting gaze locking onto Roy's scarlet eyes, detecting an unusual sense within, he said gravely: "Trapped in a hallucination is true, but it wasn't the drugs, it's... forced!"
Renko,
Mark Wayne, Eve Valentine looked on...
Otsuka Yoh's gaze tightened on Roy, taking a deep breath, he said: "We all underestimated the priest, he's not Conjuration, but..."
"Specialization!"
Combining "Enhancement" in swordsmanship... "Transformation" in clones... "Specialization" in hypnosis... and the intelligence reported "Conjuration,"
"The priest's methods are too... numerous!"
Mark Wayne and Eve Valentine exchanged a glance, both fell silent....
Renko's skirt swayed as her gaze shifted back to Roy, seeing the young man wielding a sword, stepping onto Guzman's chest, taking advantage of his sleep, slicing towards his neck, she swept a glance at the others: "You're all here, aren't you... going to save him?"
"Heh heh heh, Miss Renko, you're still the same, cold outside but warm inside." Otsuka Yoh glanced at Renko, inserting his hands into his chest, quietly watching Roy drive the sword into Guzman's neck, sneering: "The priest is not simple, nor is Guzman."
"He... isn't that easy to kill!"
"What do you mean?"
"Just see for yourself, won't you?"
Renko frowned, following Otsuka Yoh's gaze....
The young priest swung the sword, beheading the giant, yet instead of imagined blood spurting out, it seemed he had sliced into a mass of fluff, with no sense of execution at all!
His eyelids lowered slightly, the giant beneath his feet shrank rapidly, in the blink of an eye no longer humanoid, leaving only a headless ragdoll lying quietly at his feet, the head at the side turned with a roll, revealing two glass-inlaid eyes, staring straight at him, as if... mocking Roy!
"A puppet?" Renko exclaimed,
"Yes, a puppet," Otsuka Yoh's gaze grew deep: "The 'Spirit Morphine' is not only a drug, it's also a tool for controlling addicts through the drug, as long as you take Guzman's candy,"
"Everything about you, including Nen abilities, will be taken by Guzman, becoming part of his ability, among which is——"
"'Substitute Puppet'!"
"Substitute Puppet?" Renko murmured softly, quick-witted as she was, instantly grasped the connection,
As the name suggests, if it's called 'Substitute Puppet,' it means... the Nen user who possesses this ability can use a puppet to take the death in their place, which means....
"As long as the puppet isn't destroyed, the Nen user won't die....." Renko's gaze sharpened, suddenly understanding what Otsuka Yoh meant by "not that easy to kill!"
"As expected of Miss Renko, it seems you've figured it out." Otsuka Yoh clapped his hands in praise,
Renko remained silent. She suddenly thought of something, glancing at Otsuka Yoh: "Why do you know so well?"
Otsuka Yoh's eyes smiled deeper, mischievously winking at the woman: "Because... I'm also a puppet."
"And me,"
"Me too,"
"Bang... bang... bang...."
Three consecutive sounds erupted, lifting a corner of Renko's hat brim,
Her pupils suddenly contracted, seeing Otsuka Yoh, Mark Wayne, and Eve Valentine all disappeared, leaving only three puppets of various sizes, genders, and colors in their place!
It's as if she was petrified under Medusa's gaze, frozen on the spot!
"Whoosh~" A gust of wind blew, sweeping away all the noise... Spies hiding atop the trash heaps lost their voices.....
Inside a large villa with a corner cut off,
In a flash,
Only Roy remained, along with a few poor souls high on drugs, either sitting, collapsed, lying, or folded... all plunged into a peculiar silence!
"Young master!"
Hurried footsteps echoed as Haseki Dorou came quickly, looking solemn, shouting: "The people you told me to watch, they've all turned into puppets!"
Roy remained silent for a long time,
Clang, the sword returned to its sheath,
He looked up at the radiant sun, squinting his eyes slightly: "Let's go."
He said and left the North District with Haseki Dorou.
....
In the afternoon, the sun drifted towards the west....
The sunlight weakened, losing the brilliance and heat of noon,
Kukuroo Mountain in the Republic of Padokea, the Zoldyck Family's territory.
Roy lay on Silva's rocking chair, at a certain moment, his body stilled, and he opened his eyes.....
Silva, beside him, spoke: "It's over?"
The response he received was Roy's lengthy silence,
Is it over? There's no panel prompt, and "Life Energy" hasn't increased... Only various-sized puppets were left at the scene, evidently.....
The situation has far exceeded his control!
Headed towards—
Out of control!
"I slipped up." The young man said.
Silva: "!"