Chapter 93: Buying a Villa at the Bottom of the Yellow Spring River
Boom!
Before the sound of the explosion had fully faded, the Bomber Genthru's smile had already stiffened.
He felt an intense pain shoot through his right claw, followed by his entire body being sent flying backward, crashing hard into the distant stone wall.
Genthru let out a "wah" sound as he spat a mouthful of fresh blood.
Looking at his right hand, the five fingers were twisted beyond recognition, and the entire arm hung limply, completely useless.
Despite Genthru's weak-looking appearance, he was genuinely a combat specialist.
His strength was indeed not weak.
In that earlier strike, although Mord hadn't used his full strength, he hadn't held back either.
According to Mord's assessment, Genthru's strength was roughly equivalent to that of a Phantom Troupe support member, or perhaps even slightly weaker.
To the current Mord, he posed no threat at all—Mord didn't even need to draw his blade.
Genthru looked up at Mord, his eyes filled with disbelief. He had originally thought that the only person on Greed Island who could threaten him was the professional hunter Tsezguerra.
But even Tsezguerra would never be able to shatter his arm with a single punch.
Earlier, he had been constantly monitoring the amount of aura on Mord's arm—it was only at a normal level. Why was this?!
"Why, why?!"
"I'm going to kill you!"
Genthru's eyes instantly turned bloodshot red as he stared fixedly at Mord, his face filled with malevolence, adopting a stance ready to fight to the death.
He concentrated all his aura into his left hand, clearly intending to unleash a massive explosion.
But the next moment, to everyone's surprise, the Bomber—who was like a demon in the eyes of other players—suddenly turned and fled, simultaneously summoning his Card Collection Book. This time, he had already drawn a card.
At that moment, he seemed to hear a sudden thunderclap.
In the next instant, a dark figure appeared beside him. Genthru's pupils contracted sharply—the card was already drawn, and he was about to shout loudly.
Mord grabbed Genthru's left arm with one hand and his neck with the other, pulling him backward forcefully.
The Bomber Genthru was lifted off his feet, the card in his hand falling as he was sent flying backward.
Crack—
His left arm snapped instantly, and as the intense pain began to register, the back of his head slammed into the ground with a thunderous impact.
Perhaps because Mord's attack was too fast and the force too great, Genthru had no chance to gather his Nen aura. In that moment, his entire body went limp on the ground.
Not only his body, but even his spirit seemed shattered by the impact.
"I might have been a bit too heavy-handed," Mord muttered, scratching his head as he looked at Bomber, who was barely breathing. He then raised his head and called out toward the crowd, "Abengane!"
Under the gaze of countless eyes, the exorcist Abengane stood up from a corner and walked toward Mord.
Seeing this, everyone finally understood.
Aside from the Bomber Genthru, this guy was also an infiltrator.
Mord had relied on Abengane's positioning and used the spell card "Magnetic Force" to accurately arrive at the base of the Nickes' Alliance for clearing the game.
"Quickly remove the bomb on your body," Mord said.
Abengane nodded, reached out to touch Genthru's body, and said, "I caught the Bomber."
As soon as the words were spoken, the Nen bomb on Abengane's body indeed vanished.
The others, seeing this, immediately stepped forward as if to do the same but were instantly deterred by Mord's icy glare.
Only then did they realize that the person before them was a monster even more terrifying than the Bomber.
Without the slightest courtesy, Mord spoke directly: "As I said earlier, I can also remove the bombs from your bodies."
"As for what I want, you already know. The time left for you to consider is running short."
"Since we have to hand over the cards anyway, why didn't we just give them to the Bomber from the start?" one player said with visible resentment. "This is a 50 billion jackpot we're talking about!"
"Let's just give him the cards. Look at Genthru's condition—he could die at any moment," another player tried to persuade the group.
"That's right. After all, he's the one who saved our lives. Without him, we wouldn't know how to resolve this situation."
"Easy for you to say when your share is small! But my portion is two billion! Damn it!" The speaker was clearly one of the original ten founders of the alliance.
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