At the center of the combat zone.
Feitan stared at Moses coldly.
"You can run."
This time, he spoke with the common language.
Moses understood but remained unmoved. His expression was calm as he replied: "It's good as long as your full strength."
"Hmm?"
Hearing this, Feitan's eyes grew colder, his killing intent intensifying.
"Turn to ash in endless agony..."
Before he finished speaking, he followed the increasingly strong killing intent and drove the Rising Sun that he had gathered with all his strength in front of him, ready to trigger its power directly in front of him...
At this time, he couldn't wait to see Moses turned into ash, so he was naturally unwilling to wait for Rising Sun to rise into the sky.
While that would certainly maximize the range of the Rising Sun, it would take a second or two for Rising Sun to get into the air.
Just as the Rising Sun expanded and burst into dazzling flames, a hand reached out.
That was Moses's right hand. With his thumb and forefinger, he pinched the Rising Sun that glowed with crimson and white energy.
Feitan, who was wearing his conjured heat-insulating suit, was shocked when he saw this scene.
On the other hand, Biscuit, who was outside the combat zone, also had a stunned expression on his face.
It was not only because the red light that flashed in that instant created a heat wave that swept across the entire venue, but also because Moses pinched the terrifying fire with his bare hands.
'What are you doing?'
'Don't think you're dying fast enough?'
While it was a bit inappropriate, Biscuit and Feitan, who had fought against each other twice before, thought of the same thing in their hearts in tacit understanding.
Feitan could already envision the fireball exploding into a miniature sun, consuming Moses entirely in its flames.
Yet what happened next was beyond comprehension.
The fireball, which was clutched between Moses's fingers, didn't expand or release its destructive energy. Instead, it began to shrink rapidly, with its light dimming as though being drained of power.
"Impossible...!?"
Feitan's pupils quivered in shock and disbelief.
Moses pinched the rapidly shrinking Rising Sun, and then rubbed it with his thumb and index finger with a little force.
Hiss-
The red-and-white orb vanished instantly, leaving behind only a faint wisp of black smoke curling up from Moses's fingertips.
The fireball, which is a manifestation of terrifying energy and Feitan's ultimate technique, was snuffed out as effortlessly as a candle flame.
The sight left Feitan reeling, as though his world had collapsed.
It was unimaginable. Inconceivable.
'How is it possible…!'
'What on earth is going on?!'
Feitan's mind reeled, his understanding of reality crushed into dust in an instant.
As Rising Sun dissipated into black smoke, Feitan seemed to have lost all his strength, and his body suddenly became a little hunched.
The heat-insulating suit he was wearing had not yet taken effect as it slowly dissipated due to Feitan's Potential Aura almost bottoming out.
"So, this is your full power? Not much to it."
Moses cast a sidelong glance at his thumb and forefinger, deliberately opening them in Feitan's view. There wasn't even the faintest burn mark on his fingertips.
If not for the wisp of black smoke still rising, one would almost think that Feitan's Rising Sun had never appeared.
Feitan stood frozen, his body like an empty husk.
At this moment, his Potential Aura had run out, so he had become a fish on the chopping board, no longer able to muster the strength to resist.
But one question burned in his mind...
How did this man in front of him extinguish his Rising Sun?
The reason why Moses could easily extinguish Rising Sun so easily was actually that he used the Nen Exorcism chance.
But of course it was impossible for Moses to explain that to Feitan.
In fact, Moses was very clear about the power and range of Feitan's Rising Sun. He could just use the Divine Script set up outside the venue in advance to leave instantly, letting Feitan waste all his remaining Aura on his ultimate attack.
That strategy would have been the most efficient, allowing Moses to expend almost no aura while forcing Feitan to exhaust his Potential Aura.
But with Biscuit and Shizuku still in the venue, Moses had no choice but to use the Nen Exorcism chance.
Moses looked at Feitan, who had lost the power to resist, and stretched out his right hand that had extinguished Rising Sun, and just like that, he grabbed Feitan's neck.
Feitan's short body was immediately lifted into the air by Moses effortlessly.
"Someone hired me for a job that involves you."
Moses said calmly as raised his arm and pinched Feitan's neck, causing him to hang in the air in front of him. Then, he continued, "They wanted to buy your suffering. I accepted the job... and charged them 100 Jenny for it."
Having said this, Moses glanced at Feitan's face, which had turned a deep, liver-red hue, and suddenly released his grip. However, before Feitan could fall to the ground, Moses grabbed his shoulder.
Crack.
With the amplification of Aura, Moses shattered Feitan's shoulder bone with just a little force.
Feitan groaned in pain, then fell to the ground.
Moses looked down at Feitan, raised his foot and calmly crushed Feitan's left thumb.
Then came the index finger.
The middle finger followed...
Each broken finger elicited a muffled groan as Feitan writhed like a worm on the ground.
Apparently—
This man, who took such pleasure in inflicting torment, had developed an extraordinary tolerance for pain.
Seeing this, Moses remained unmoved and continued, "Do you understand? At this moment, you are only worth 100 Jenny."
Before he finished speaking, Moses raised his foot and stepped on the half remaining right palm of Feitan.
"Ahhh!"
Only this time, Feitan suddenly let out a shrill and guttural scream, as if he was experiencing unimaginable pain.
The sudden change in his reaction was due to Kyoka Suigetsu, which had been activated.
By overlapping illusions with reality, the technique magnified Feitan's pain to an unimaginable degree.
It wasn't simply the physical pain of broken fingers, as it was an indescribable torment that pierced through body and mind alike.
"So-"
Moses looked calmly at Feitan, whose face was distorted and screaming miserably, and continued with a previous question.
"What is 1000 minus 7?"
"Ahhh!"
"What is 1000 minus 7?"
"Ha, ha… aaah!"
"What is 1000 minus 7?"
"9, aaah... 993..."
"What is 993 minus 7?"
"9... 986, aaaah..."
Feitan's voice, filled with extreme pain, echoed throughout the venue.
Being under the power of illusion, he was suffering from inhuman torture, and at the same time, he was distracted by Moses's seemingly trivial question.
Then-
The people in the venue, as well as the countless viewers who were watching this scene through the live broadcast, saw the following scene...
Feitan, with his face twisted into a grotesque mask of torment, screamed and howled while muttering an endless sequence of descending arithmetic.
After retracting his foot, Moses just stood aside and looked at Feitan, who was enduring unspeakable pain, with an expressionless face.
He could see that Feitan was now entangled in dense black tendrils, and an Eye of Sight surrounded by black Aura condensed at the place where his palm was broken.
However, the audience watching the live broadcast couldn't see it.
To them, Feitan looked like he was engulfed in a perpetual, inextinguishable flame… burning endlessly as he suffered unimaginable pain.