Chapter 320: Collection and Enhancement! The Phantom Troupe's Revenge! (Please subscribe)

The Guardian Spirit Beast is Arceus.

This sounded truly absurd.

Luo Ge looked at Arceus and could vaguely communicate with it.

Arceus's ability is Collection and Enhancement.

As long as he collects more Pokémon and creatures, he can obtain more enhancements.

These enhancements can apply not only to himself but also to other creatures, including his own Pokémon.

The stronger and rarer the creature or Pokémon, the greater the enhancement.

After reaching a certain level, he can even let Arceus enter the fray.

It's just that reaching the level of the true Arceus is probably... a long way off.

Luo Ge was open-minded; being able to have a Guardian Spirit Beast like Arceus was already quite good.

It is no exaggeration to say that this is an ability with an extremely high ceiling, perhaps even almost limitless.

Because the more creatures he collects, the more amplification he can receive.

Theoretically, there is no upper limit.

Time passed in a flash.

After the Hunter Exam ended, Killua returned home.

Gon and Leorio went through great hardships to bring him out.

Afterward, Gon and Killua went to Heavens Arena, heading toward the 200th floor.

Having received sufficient training, Gon unexpectedly discovered something Ging had left for him at home.

So he set off again on the road to Yorknew City to purchase Greed Island.

Gero Corporation Headquarters.

Luo Ge sat silently.

The aura on his body flickered, and waves of Aura slowly emanated from him.

The Arceus behind him vaguely radiated a certain momentum.

Knock, knock.

Two knocks on the door sounded.

"Come in."

Zhu Di pushed the door open.

She was holding some documents in her hands.

Seeing Luo Ge training again, she didn't feel any surprise.

This was her man.

A man who, even if he were the strongest in the world, would never slack off or indulge, always pursuing higher peaks.

"Luo Ge, the world's mafia has sent an invitation to Gero Corporation."

"They want us to send someone to attend this Dream Auction, right in Yorknew City."

"According to our intelligence network, the Spiders will likely make a move this time."

Hearing the word "Spiders," Luo Ge opened his eyes leisurely.

The Phantom Troupe, huh...

It's time to get rid of them.

"Combined with our previous judgment, the Spiders should have made contact with the V5."

"It seems they don't intend to continue hiding anymore, but rather have the confidence to take revenge on us."

"There is likely V5 support behind them, or perhaps the support of one of them."

"Interesting."

"Since I have nothing to do, let's go take a look."

The outskirts of Yorknew City.

This was a vast wilderness.

Looking out, it was completely empty.

There was only a straight road leading directly from the outskirts to the city center.

Normal people would take a car into the city.

But the Spider trio was walking toward the gathering point.

The appearances of these three were stranger than the last.

One wore a ponytail, with a face like Leorio's—a weathered middle-aged man's face.

He wore loose white robes with a long sword tucked at his waist, dressed like a ronin swordsman.

Another was tall and fierce, with the most eye-catching features being two long, drooping earlobes.

And those stitch marks like Frankenstein's monster; seeing him at night would scare quite a few people.

The remaining one was wrapped in a pile of bandages, looking at first glance like a mummy come to life.

They were none other than Nobunaga, Franklin, and Bonolenov from the Phantom Troupe.

After getting off the airship, the three traveled together toward the abandoned building.

"Speaking of which, how long has it been since all the members gathered together?"

Nobunaga scratched his chest, quite moved.

"Probably two or three years. This time, there's a new member joining."

Bonolenov walked swaggeringly with his hands behind his head.

"By the way, that Bungee Gum move of Hisoka's is still quite strong."

Nobunaga said seriously; Hisoka's strength had earned his recognition.

"You rate him too highly."

Franklin, walking side-by-side, didn't quite agree with Nobunaga's words, thinking it was a bit of an exaggeration.

"Tch, anyone can talk."

Nobunaga cast his gaze to the other side; his wandering eyes seemed to be admiring the distant scenery, but in reality, he was preparing to act.

In an instant, the surrounding atmosphere dropped to freezing point, and no one continued to speak.

It was like the calm before a storm.

Bonolenov raised an eyebrow, said nothing, and walked forward quietly.

The next second, Nobunaga's sword collided with Franklin's hand, causing a loud crashing sound.

The strong wind pressure also formed trails of dust expanding outward under their feet.

It looked like the two were about to get serious, but everyone present knew it was just a small scuffle.

Nobunaga's sword hadn't even been unsheathed; he had struck with the scabbard.

Franklin had only blocked with his arm, not intending to counterattack with his Nen ability.