Chapter 79: Anime Crossover: Pokémon – Starting from Hunter x Hunter, Chapter 30

The two women, perfectly in sync, simultaneously leapt apart to the left and right.

In the next instant, that person, like a speeding truck, shot straight between them, narrowly dodging the attack.

Sizzle—

The boxing man frowned, quickly stopping his steps; the friction of his soles against the ground emitted a piercing screech.

He spun around sharply, only to see countless shimmering silver threads flying toward him, spinning as they bound him.

His legs, waist, and even his neck were wrapped in silk threads, followed immediately by a tearing sensation.

Before the boxing man's eyes, Machi's face was cold; her hands, smooth as congealed fat, hovered in the void, countless threads coiled around her fingers.

Beside her, Shizuku drew her ever-carrying pistol, immediately aiming at the man's head.

The man's brows knitted tight; he no longer held back his strength, his muscles instantly swelling and snapping the countless threads all at once!

His aura burst forth without reservation, forming a formidable presence.

He is a Nen user!

The reason he had targeted the two this time was because he coveted that piece of top-grade quality ruby and wanted to kill to seize the treasure.

"Damn it!"

Machi coldly rebuked, immediately discarding the useless threads in her hand, planning to pull new threads from her waist pouch.

Bang!

Shizuku fired.

But the boxing man had anticipated it; he tilted his head aside, dodging the bullet.

Immediately, he stomped his foot, and the marble floor instantly sprouted a dense network of irregular cracks.

The boxing man shot forward like an arrow loosed from a bow, a bloodthirsty grin on his face.

Seeing the man charge again, Machi and Shizuku's expressions changed; both felt they could only use the item Luo Ge had given them.

That item, usable at a critical moment to guarantee a certain escape—the smoke ball!

In an instant, a terrifyingly overwhelming aura descended upon the entire corridor; even the ground was barely able to bear the weight, emitting a series of cracking sounds.

The boxing man's body inexplicably froze in place; his entire form stiffened, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead as he endured immense pressure.

A chill rose from his spine, rapidly spreading throughout his whole body.

Behind him stood silently a tall, burly woman with sharp eyes, her voice filled with anger:

"Who gave you the courage!"

"To lay hands on my disciple!!"