Inside the venue…
Kastro and Wapol's absence had little impact on the other two ongoing battles.
Hisoka and Machi remained locked in a stalemate.
Both of them are aware of the other's Nen Abilities, and it is difficult for them to find an opportunity to gain the upper hand in a short time.
Meanwhile, Moses, who is standing outside the combat zone, focused on recovering his Potential Aura while keeping a close eye on Feitan, who was locked in battle with Biscuit. Occasionally, his gaze flicked over to Hisoka's fight.
Seeing that Hisoka has not been able to gain an advantage, Moses couldn't tell whether Hisoka was savoring the challenge or if Machi's strength was simply formidable enough to hold her ground.
Moses mused to himself, 'I don't want to interfere with Hisoka's enjoyment, but I could give him a little help to wrap up the battle more quickly.'
The reason why he asked Shizuku left Chrollo's head behind was for this purpose.
'Just a bit longer...'
Moses thought to himself.
Several minutes have passed since Chrollo was killed.
In Zetsu state, Moses's Potential Aura recovers very quickly, but it is still not enough.
Of course…
If he let Shizuku and Biscuit handle the fight together, it wouldn't require as much Aura.
But since Moses plans to deal with Feitan alone, he must at least ensure that he has enough Potential Aura, otherwise, he will most likely fail.
…
Time passes-
Two more minutes ticked by, and the stalemate in both battles persisted.
Moses felt that it was about time, so he took the fully recharged Rat Jewel necklace from Shizuku and put it back around his neck.
Shizuku looked at Moses and asked softly, "What should I do next?"
"Nothing. Just stay here and watch."
Moses bent down and picked up Chrollo's severed head from the ground.
"Okay."
Shizuku replied simply when she heard this.
Moses smiled at Shizuku and held Chrollo's severed head in one hand, as if he was holding a bowling ball.
"First up..."
Glancing briefly at the ongoing battle between Hisoka and Machi, Moses released a burst of Aura, which wrapped tightly around Chrollo's severed head.
[Super Speed]
The Aura gathered in his right hand suddenly turned into a powerful propulsion force, sending Chrollo's head hurtling through the air toward the combat zone where Hisoka and Machi fought.
Without pausing to observe the results of his 'gift', Moses turned and sprinted toward the other battle. As for what reaction Chrollo's head will bring to Hisoka and Machi, and whether it will hit them, it is none of Moses's business.
Moses quickly arrived near the area where Feitan and Biscuit were locked in combat.
His arrival immediately attracted the attention of Feitan and Biscuit.
"You're done already? That was quick."
When Biscuit saw Moses here, she immediately understood the general situation.
To keep Feitan confined within a limited range, Biscuit had been focused entirely on the fight and hadn't been able to monitor the rest of the venue.
And Moses's arrival means that the Phantom Troupe has a high probability of failing and suffering heavy losses.
'It seems that little brother Moses performed very well.'
'On the contrary, I have not achieved any results yet...'
Biscuit didn't think there was anything wrong with such result.
Although she did not pose any substantial threat to Feitan, she was able to kept Feitan pinned within a small area.
In the context of this team battle, her contribution is indispensable.
While a speed-type Nen User like Feitan may not be as threatening as an Enhancer in frontal combat, but in a team battle, Feitan's presence is undeniably dangerous.
If not for Biscuit holding Feitan in check here, Moses wouldn't have been able to achieve such overwhelming success.
Not to mention that he has to be constantly vigilant against Feitan's sneak attacks, the impact of the tolerance rate alone will greatly increase Moses's burden on Potential Aura consumption.
Biscuit is experienced and can accurately understand the situation, so without Moses's instructions, she took the initiative to take on the responsibility of restraining Feitan.
In order to suppress Feitan here, it can be said that Biscuit had used all her strength in loli form.
On the other hand, Feitan had also been giving his all to escape Biscuit's grasp. However, he had yet to break free from her control.
Now, noticing that Moses was approaching, Feitan's subtly shifted, and unease began to rise within him.
Moses raised his right hand, and a black sword was conjured, which he held tightly in his hand.
"Ah... Sister Biscuit, leave the rest to me."
Ignoring Feitan's obvious reaction, Moses asked Biscuit to leave temporarily.
When Biscuit heard Moses's words, her eyes curved slightly and she decisively withdrew and stepped back.
As soon as Biscuit stepped back, Feitan broke free from his confinement. In a sense, he finally regained freedom at this moment.
Then, without missing a beat, Feitan lunged at Moses, his black cloak billowing behind him like a shadow.
His thin, sharp sword gleamed coldly as it slashed through the air toward its target.
Moses lowered his gaze, grasped the hilt of his sword with both hands, and slowly raised it.
In order to refine his swordsmanship...
Moses had spent countless days and nights practicing tens of thousands of swings.
Did this effort make him stronger with the sword?
Undoubtedly.
But it was only a marginal improvement- until now.
Now, under the effect of the Illusion of the Thousand Changes, Moses had gained insight into the experiences and techniques derived from 100-Type Guanyin.
Then-
These insights filled in the gaps for that the relentless swings of the sword had failed to address.
Breathing, momentum, rhythm, technique...
And, most importantly-
Speed that converges perfectly into a single point.
Moses suddenly closed his eyes, and the Aura lingering around his body retracted into his body, as he actually entered Zetsu state at this time.
When Feitan, who was lunging towards him, saw this scene, his pupils shrank slightly.
Even Biscuit, who had just stepped aside, looked alarmed, and opened her mouth to warn him, but it was too late.
Feitan's form surged forward like a razor-sharp blade, targeting Moses's vitals. Beneath his flowing cloak, his thin sword's edge gleamed with deadly intent.
In that moment when time seemed frozen-
Moses suddenly opened his eyes, and a flicker of crimson flashed in his eyes.
The black sword, which was raised slightly higher than before, fell in a motion that seemed paradoxically both slow and fast, exuding an indescribable rhythm.
Though the sword appeared slow, by the time the observer registered its movement, it had already struck.
A streak of jet-black light, sharp as starlight, erupted from Moses's hands and slashed through Feitan's swift assault in an instant.
Ssttzz-
The mask on Feitan's face split open, and a thin line of blood oozed from the cut.
Along with his mask, the slender blade in his hand, which was reinforced with Aura, was cleanly severed without any sound.
"W-what…!?"
Feitan could barely catch a glimpse of the flying half of the sword out of the corner of his eye, and his face, which now covered with a bloody wound, showed an expression of disbelief.
Landing lightly on the ground, Feitan immediately sprang backward to gain distance. Then, he turned around suddenly, gripping his broken sword tightly as he glared at Moses's back.
Those narrow eyes, which were always filled with sinister light, were now trembling.
From Zetsu to slash...
Moses's sword had nearly carved through Feitan's death line!