In the noisy, grimy food stall.
When Ging saw Moses's two slashes through the live broadcast, he subconsciously straightened his posture.
Kite, who was beside him, keenly noticed his master's subtle movement and couldn't help but turn his head to look over.
"Tsk…"
Ging propped his stubbly chin on his hand, and a strange look appeared in his eyes.
As the creator of Greed Island, it can be said that Ging is very knowledgeable.
In the vast and varied system of Nen Abilities, being able to replicate the Nen Abilities of others is rare, but it is not something to be surprised about.
Ging knew the mask Moses used was the key Nen Tool for reproducing 100-Type Guanyin, and he could also infer from this that before this kind of tool must have required the original ability user's full cooperation during its creation for such precise replication to be possible.
Otherwise, the level of replication and restoration wouldn't reach such heights.
And judging from the phenomenon and process of the mask disappearing, it is likely to be the same as the Nen Tool created with [Daydreamer], which not only has uncontrollable randomness, but is also a single-use consumable.
So-
The manifestation and power of 100-Type Guanyin might shock and astound the members of Zodiacs, but to Ging, it was only mildly surprising and amusing.
However, Moses's two slashes just now...
Ging realized that Moses not only used the disposable Nen Tool to replicate the Nen Ability of 100-Type Guanyin, but also replicated Netero's personal insights of this ability.
Then, Moses integrated these insights, which was something that could take decades to refine, into his barely second-rate swordsmanship.
And that was what truly fascinated Ging.
"Good fellow…"
Ging murmured to himself, rubbing his chin.
Kite, noticing his master's reaction, couldn't resist poking a hole in his assessment:
"Master, that seems to be a defensive counterattack technique that requires Zetsu as a prerequisite. If you are facing more than one enemy, this move will only put yourself in danger, right?"
"Yeah."
Ging didn't deny Kite's observation, but he also added:
"But this is just the 'beginning'."
"Huh?"
Kite didn't understand.
…
At the venue.
There was anger burning in Feitan's chest.
'Faster.'
'Before his Zetsu ends...'
With that thought, Feitan, unwilling to concede, charged at Moses once again.
Like a ghost, his figure disappeared, leaving behind only a gust of wind emitting dangerous presence.
After two consecutive failures, Feitan increased his speed for this third attack.
The emotion of anger itself can inspire greater power in the Nen Users.
But the prerequisite is that they cannot be controlled by those emotions.
Moses's casual remark, 'So slow', struck Feitan as blatant contempt. That perceived insult became fuel for the burning anger within him.
'Faster, faster!'
'And then kill him!'
With this mindset, Feitan held the broken sword in his hand with an unstoppable momentum and pointed it directly at Moses's vital points.
However, the result remained unchanged.
Sshh-
A ghostly black silhouette flashed past Moses, but all it left was a spurt of blood scattering nearby.
Feitan had increased his speed but still failed to strike Moses's vital points. Instead, he was hit by Moses's sword again, leaving a diagonal gash across his chest.
'Still not enough-'
'Not fast enough!'
Feitan's expression twisted in a near-manic fury, his facial features were slightly distorted.
He could feel that...
If he was just a little bit faster, he could take Moses's life.
Ignoring the wound on his chest, Feitan spun on his heel, launching himself at Moses with lightning speed.
Sshh-
Once again, their figures crossed paths, and another bright streak of blood stained the ground nearby.
Feitan's figure appeared, but now with a bloody gap on his coat.
However, the wound wasn't as severe as the previous two slashes.
This shows that Moses's 'momentum' is not as sharp as before, so the power behind his techniques had clearly diminished.
Or perhaps Feitan's increasing speed was beginning to overwhelm Moses.
Either way-
Feitan could clearly feel that he had touched Moses's death line.
Moses looked at Feitan, whose momentum had recovered, and said calmly, "Do you feel like your 'chance' has come?"
"…"
Feitan remained silent as he held the broken sword in front of him, his left index finger lightly touching its still-sharp edge, silently gathering strength for his next strike.
Moses raised his black sword and held it horizontally before him, "Your intuition is correct, so you should thank your companions. They worked very hard and exhausted my Potential Aura at the cost of their lives."
"…"
Feitan's pupils shrank slightly, and he immediately understood what Moses's so-called 'chance' actually signified.
Whoosh——
Feitan's killing intent surged, and he vanished from sight.
In an instant, he had already closed the ten-meter gap between them, and his broken blade was slicing toward Moses's carotid artery.
Moses's eyelids lowered slightly, and with a twist of his wrist, the black sword struck Feitan's incoming broken sword.
Clang!
As sparks flew, the force transmitted from the black sword forcibly pushed Feitan back.
However, the overflowing Aura from the clash carved thin wounds across Feitan's face, from which tiny beads of blood slowly oozed.
Feitan leaped back, landing lightly on the ground and stabilizing himself with both feet.
Then, before he could fully recover, Feitan kicked off the ground again, transforming into a black blur as he rushed toward Moses.
Just before the attack, he vaguely heard Moses mutter something.
But he Feitan ignored it. At this time, his entire was focused on cutting through Moses.
He moved with the speed of lightning, slashing past Moses in a blur.
Sshhtt-
Once again, their figures crossed each other, and this time, a new wound appeared on Feitan's waist.
It seemed his repeated high-speed attacks had brought him full circle...
"What is 1000 minus 7?"
As Feitan concluded his latest attack, he finally heard Moses's words clearly.
However, he couldn't grasp the meaning behind Moses's sudden question.
Still-
Moses's casual and condescending demeanor felt like an unending fire scorching Feitan's heart.
"I will definitely... kill you...!"
Feitan could no longer tolerate the humiliation, his eyes were blazing with killing intent as if he wanted to tear Moses apart.
If Feitan could see the black tendrils crawling over his body, he would notice them spreading like vines across multiple areas.
But Feitan couldn't see it. Then, driven by rage and killing intent, he launched yet another attack on Moses.
This time, it was his fastest yet!
Time seemed to freeze at this moment...
As Feitan swung his sword, he finally felt as though he could break through Moses's black sword.
And when time resumed its normal flow-
The half-broken blade grazed Moses's right shoulder, eliciting a faint, almost inaudible sound as a spurt of blood shot into the air.
'Success-'
Feitan moved past Moses, and the anger burning in his chest finally found an outlet.
But at the next second…
Feitan felt the pain belatedly.
As his figure reappeared, Feitan looked at his right hand in slight surprise.
Half of his palm had been severed, and the broken sword it held spun away through the air.
"What's 1000 minus 7?"
At this time, Moses didn't care about the wound on his shoulder. He casually dismissed the black sword and calmly repeated the question.
Feitan lowered his head slightly, a heavy cloud hanging over his face.
The rage he had just vented now returned with even greater intensity.
'Forget it-'
Feitan knew he had lost, thoroughly and completely.
If that were the case, he might as well unleash the full force of his fury.
As for the meaning behind Moses's repeated question, "What's 1000 minus 7?"-
he was not interested.
After all...
Everything was about to be consumed in flames.
What Feitan didn't know was,
These words spoken by Moses will represent the way he dies.
"$&#^, @*#&$^, *#&$..."
Feitan raised his hand to wipe away the blood trickling to the corner of his mouth, and muttered something in a strange, guttural language.
Half of his palm was cut off, and the broken sword fell out of his hand as well…
This was undoubtedly a blatant declaration of Feitan's failure.
But it doesn't matter anymore…
For Feitan, all that mattered now was killing Moses!