The chilling wails of agony echoed throughout the venue.
In the final countdown of his life, Feitan endured searing pain akin to being burned alive by the scorching sun.
Those who had been tortured to death by him in the past, or even burned to charcoal by Rising Sun, seemed to have turned into wronged souls at this moment, standing densely around him, looking down at him who was being tortured.
'It shouldn't be like this... it shouldn't be like this…!'
Feitan's body convulsed violently like a worm writhing in fire. Blood slowly trickled from his bloodshot eyes, tracing down his cheeks in thin crimson streams.
The pain assaulting his nerves was relentless, threatening to snap them apart one by one.
Even as he writhed in hellish torment, one thought haunted him.
'Why?'
'Why was my Rising Sun extinguished?'
His extreme anger, the most severe injuries he had ever accumulated...
The combination of the two should have allowed the power of Pain Packer to reach its peak power.
The resulting Rising Sun should have surpassed all previous limits in both intensity and range.
Driven by his impatience to witness Moses burn to ashes, Feitan had even abandoned his usual sadistic tendency to watch his prey suffer slowly.
Instead of allowing Rising Sun to rise gradually, he had detonated it right in front of him.
The expected scene is-
Rising Sun would suddenly expand into a small sun with a diameter of more than ten meters, and then crash heavily through the crumbling floor, releasing high temperatures that enveloped several floors and causing catastrophic destructive power at this high altitude.
That was the spectacle Feitan longed to see.
Only such a scene of destruction would be enough to quell the fury in his heart.
But…
That hand-
That outstretched right hand had overturned everything.
The Rising Sun, which was meant to incinerate all in its path, had been effortlessly snuffed out into nothingness.
Feitan couldn't comprehend it. He simply couldn't.
Even as his nerves screamed in agony, his mind was consumed by the image of Moses's hand reaching out.
A suffocating shadow weighed on Feitan's heart, as if a pair of hands had been inserted fiercely into his head, toying with his brain over and over again, and crushing it.
"20..."
"13..."
"6..."
He keeps concentrating on the math problem until he gets to the final number.
At this time, Feitan's vitality is like this number, and is about to come to an end.
Maybe… this was a relief for him.
"Keep going, there are still negative numbers."
However, a demonic voice suddenly sounded, reaching deep into Feitan's soul.
Feitan, who was rolling and wailing on the ground, suddenly convulsed violently, and his tortured screams abruptly cut off.
He is dead.
Being tortured to death.
Or perhaps, it was the mere mention of negative numbers that extinguished the last embers of his life force.
Moses gazed down at Feitan's lifeless body.
Now that he's dead, there's nothing he can do.
But this result can be considered acceptable to Moses.
Then, Moses's thoughts briefly drifted to the man who had hired him, a man exuding the presence of despair and death.
At the time, that man had looked at Moses as if clutching at his last straw of hope, offering every crumpled bill and coin in his possession...
'I wonder if that man was watching the live broadcast now.'
Moses withdrew his gaze from Feitan's body and turned his attention to where Hisoka was.
Before taking action against Feitan, he had deliberately thrown Chrollo's head in that direction, hoping to speed up the battle between Hisoka and Machi.
Though, to be honest, Moses hadn't really considered whether the flying head might accidentally hit Hisoka and complicate things for him.
'Given the speed at which it was launched, it was entirely possible.'
'Now-'
Moses looked calmly at Hisoka, who was walking towards him, with his gaze fixed on Hisoka's right hand.
There were strands of Bungee Gum extending from Hisoka's fingers, and a severed head was tied to the end of each strand of Bungee Gum.
Those two heads were Chrollo and Machi's.
As Hisoka walked leisurely toward Moses, his right hand swung casually.
The two heads tied with Bungee Gum collided back and forth in the air like a pendulum, producing dull, rhythmic thuds.
Because Bungee Gum was wrapped around the head, the swinging and hitting at this frequency did not cause further damage to the head, nor did it cause blood to drip...
But even so, Hisoka's twisted display of juggling the severed heads exuded an unsettling sense of dark humor.
Moses shook his head slightly, and inexplicably thought of the fact that Hisoka in the original work was brutally beaten to death by Chrollo in the Heavens Arena.
Well... to be precise, he had been ganged up on to death.
At that time, Hisoka, who was surrounded and beaten, used Bungee Gum to wield severed human heads as weapons against his attackers.
'I wonder if he did the same just now with Chrollo's head...'
'It's a pity that I didn't have the extra energy to pay attention to the battle on Hisoka's side. I really wanted to see how it played out.'
As Hisoka sauntered over, he casually glanced at Feitan's corpse on the ground.
At this time, Biscuit and Shizuku had also returned to Moses's side and looked at Hisoka.
More specifically…
They're looking at the two severed heads dangling from Hisoka's hands.
Hisoka didn't care about the two women's reactions. He shifted his gaze and looked at Moses.
"That was really thrilling♡."
There was a faint smile on his slightly haggard face, and his tone was dripping with dark amusement.
It was unclear whether the thrilling experience he mentioned referred to was Chrollo's head that suddenly flew over, or the Nen Ability that Feitan failed to release successfully.
Moses pretended not to hear Hisoka's words. He first looked in the direction of the passage where Kastro left, and then looked at Hisoka with a puzzled look on his face.
"Are you talking to me?"
"…"
The smile on Hisoka's face faltered slightly.
Shizuku took two steps forward, reached out and gently pulled Moses's sleeve, but her eyes were looking at Feitan's body on the ground.
Moses turned his head to look at Shizuku. After noticing that she was looking at the corpse, he nodded slightly.
Seeing this, Shizuku smiled faintly, and immediately conjured Blinky, then sucked Feitan's body into Blinky's body.
After doing this, she slowly turned her attention to the two severed heads wrapped in pink Aura in Hisoka's hand and pointedly reminded him, "That."
"…"
How could Hisoka not understand what she meant?
He threw the two heads in his hands in front of Shizuku speechlessly.
Shizuku immediately controlled Blinky to suck in Chrollo and Machi's heads. Then, with satisfaction, she used one hand to wipe the non-existent sweat on her forehead, then hurried off to clear the remaining bodies scattered around.
Hisoka silently watched Shizuku diligently cleaning up the scene, and, unable to hold back, asked Moses in a tone that didn't quite fit his usual demeanor but matched his current mood perfectly:
"Has she always been like this?"
Once the question was asked, there was no response.
After a few seconds, Hisoka withdrew his gaze from Shizuku and turned to look at Moses beside him.
Moses seemed to have just noticed that Hisoka was looking at him, and asked in confusion: "Were you asking me just now?"
"…"
The pleasure that Hisoka felt from the fighting instantly vanished at this moment.