Chapter 82: Bankai!
As the Troupe members closed in step by step.
[Convert Enhancement Type Energy?]
A red warning followed, indicating a twenty percent energy loss.
Mord looked up and saw Feitan in the distance already opening his black umbrella—preparation for his impending attack, with his sword concealed within.
"Convert!"
[Convert Conjuration Type Energy?]
"Convert!"
Locked in by five terrifying killing intents, Mord instead revealed a smile at this moment.
At the brink of life and death, Mord ultimately chose not to gamble on the unknown Bankai of Gegetsuburi. Instead, he converted all available energy into Transmutation abilities, allocating them entirely to Gonryōmaru.
[Name: Mord]
[Nen Ability Rank: B-]
[Nen Ability: Zanpakutō]
[Awakened Attribute]:
[Pierce, Gonryōmaru! – Freely add lightning damage during Nen ability attacks (Lv3: 5000/5000, Bankai unlockable)]
[Smash, Gegetsuburi! – Possesses overwhelming destructive power (Lv2: 823/3000, Shikai unlockable)]
[Awaken, Benihime! – Holds the power to reconstruct all things (Lv2: 650/, partial Shikai abilities usable)]
As expected, reaching Lv3 allowed the unlocking of Bankai.
Mord raised his sword single-handedly toward the sky, his entire body's Nen converging toward Gonryōmaru in his hand. Gonryōmaru began erupting with a dazzling golden light.
A tyrannical aura continuously emanated from the blade.
"Bankai!"
With Mord's low shout, violent winds suddenly arose around him, sweeping across heaven and earth.
The sky above the abandoned old district began to cloud over, with low rumbles echoing from the layers of clouds.
"What in the world is happening?"
The Phantom Troupe members instinctively halted their steps, looking up at the sky. They could sense the intense pressure hidden behind the clouds.
Everyone present began breathing rapidly.
The three strongest members of the Troupe—Franklin, Feitan, and Nobunaga—all wore expressions of extreme gravity.
"We can't wait any longer. Capture him if possible, but if not, we must kill this person. Otherwise, he'll bring endless trouble," Franklin said solemnly.
Feitan and Nobunaga both nodded heavily.
In an instant, the Troupe members reached a consensus without any unnecessary words. They all rushed forward simultaneously.
Blade lights flashed, sword energies pressed menacingly, flying needles dazzled the eyes, Nen bullets targeted heads—countless attacks instantly assailed every vital point on Mord's body.
Excluding Pakunoda, the other four were all masters of Nen abilities. With five attacking simultaneously, even the world's top-tier Nen masters would have to temporarily retreat. The slightest carelessness would mean certain death.
Unfortunately for them, they had encountered Mord.
"Kōkō Gonryō Rikyū!"
A blinding golden light shot out from Gonryōmaru in Mord's hand, straight into the ominous clouds above.
The sky, receiving Gonryōmaru's lightning power, began to rotate like a massive oceanic vortex. Golden electric snakes seemed to materialize from nothingness, appearing throughout the air.
The vortex grew increasingly turbulent, throwing the weather across the entire abandoned old district into complete chaos. Enormous electric snakes writhed and curved within the vortex until, gradually, the rotation ceased, transforming into an oval-shaped lightning-forbidden zone...
Viewed from afar, it appeared as if a noble's canopy had formed in the sky above Mord, except this canopy was composed of terrifying lightning.
In the distance, Hisoka—having already broken free from Chrollo and preparing to withdraw—looked up at the sky. Witnessing such terrifying heavenly might, he suddenly burst into mad laughter.
Chrollo wore an expression of grave severity, his face terrifyingly pale. As someone who rarely showed his emotions, it was unusual for him to be so visibly distraught.
Kortopi felt as if a heavy stone were pressing on his heart, making it difficult to breathe.
At this moment, Mord seemed like the Thunder God descended to the mortal realm, looking down upon the world of insignificant ants.
Yet beneath the dazzling brilliance of the lightning, his face was alarmingly pale.
The instant he activated Bankai, he felt as if all his Nen energy had been drained from his body. Had he not previously absorbed the life energy of Phinks and Bonolenov, raising his Nen level to B-, he would likely have been reduced to a desiccated corpse by now.
"Descending Thunder!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
With a series of deafening thunderclaps, a terrifying pillar of lightning descended from the canopy above Mord's head and, with lightning speed, instantly struck Nobunaga at the forefront.
Nobunaga had no time to react. The moment his En sensed the lightning, his body was already hit.
His sword could slice through stone and iron, but it could not cut through lightning.
The fearsome lightning instantly shattered the Ken covering his body, then tore through his flesh.
Without the protection of Nen, his physical form was utterly fragile against the majestic power of heaven—it was directly blasted into dust, leaving not even a corpse behind.
He could be considered the one who died most tragically among the Phantom Troupe.
The members of the Phantom Troupe were completely stunned, petrified on the spot. What they had just witnessed was beyond their comprehension.
"Full retreat!"
Chrollo roared from a distance!
They could not afford any more deaths.
His eyes were bloodshot.
Mord's face was haggard and weary, but his eyes grew increasingly sharp. He raised his hand.
"Again!"
A second bolt of lightning was about to be unleashed.
Suddenly, a furious roar erupted beside him!
"I'll kill you to avenge Nobunaga!" Uvogin abandoned the opponent he had been fighting and charged straight toward Mord.
He raised his right hand, his entire body's Nen energy converging toward his fist until it emitted a dazzling red light.
Big Bang Impact!
The moment his fist shot forward, thunder descended!
A fist with the destructive power of a missile collided violently with the awe-inspiring might of the heavens.
It was at this moment that the insignificance of humanity became apparent.
"This is the last time I'll say it—full retreat!"
"This is the leader's order!"
Chrollo's stern voice echoed across the entire abandoned old city.
The members of the Troupe looked up at the nine remaining bolts of thunder yet to descend and, without further hesitation, turned and fled into the distance.
Mord stood in place, maintaining his Bankai stance, unmoving for a long time.
Only after sensing the complete disappearance of the Troupe members' and Hisoka's presence did he finally relax, dispelling his Bankai. Turning his head, his gaze met Kurapika's as he emerged from the abandoned building.
Kurapika looked at Mord, his eyes filled with astonishment.
He had thought that after learning Nen abilities, his own strength had caught up to Mord's. Never did he expect the gap between them to have widened even further.
"Take me away immediately, hurry!"
A hoarse voice escaped Mord's lips.
Without hesitation, Kurapika—now transformed, with not a trace of his former indecision in his eyes—stepped forward to support Mord. Their figures flickered repeatedly, soon vanishing into the night.
...
Yorknew City.
"Where to?" Kurapika looked down at Mord and asked. "Do you want to rest at my place?"
The Nostrade family?
Mord shook his head gently and said, "Just find me any hotel. Don't use the Hunter License."
As he spoke, he handed over a fake identity card.
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