As Larry tinued his silent observations, the battle had already begun. The hip-hop guy wasted no time and charged straight at Neguro’s wind-and-fire bodyguards, i oling the score. With his durable body and an endless supply of Nen from his siblings, he could afford to take risks. His straightforward, close-bat style forced the duo into a defeaheir elemental attacks struggling to keep him at bay.

  Meanwhile, the leather-an faced off against Neguro himself. Her whip shed through the air in rapid succession, creating afterimages as she struck at the approag i swarm, keeping them at bay with precise, calcuted strikes. But there roblem. Her Vampire Whip could only absorb Nen if it inflicted damage on living beings, drawing their blood. Neguro’s swarm, however, was entirely posed of Nen structs—there was no blood to drain. This meant her whip was effectively useless in terms of sustaining her own energy. If not for the gsses man supplying her with a steady stream of Nen, she wouldn’t have sted this long.

  The reality was sinking in fast—without a way to ter the swarm’s endless assault, they were in trouble. The lohey fought, the more draihey would bee. And Neguro k. Larry sighed, folding his arms as he leaned against a nearby pilr. “Looks like they’re stuck,” he muttered under his breath.

  Despite the iy of the battle raging before him, Larry stood off to the side, watg the chaos unfold like a mere spectator. Even the fighters instinctively kept their distance from him, subsciously treating him as if he were fragile. They knew full well that if Larry were to get ihe death aura lingering in the ruins would make it impossible for them to escape alive.

  To them, Larry was nothing more than a non-batant—an auxiliary figure with no real influen the fight. What they failed to realize was that the Gardevoir standing beside him, quietly suppressing its aura, could reduce them to dust with a mere flick of its wrist. Sino one paid him much attention, Larry decided to enjoy the show. The chaotic csh between the fighters was unlike anything he had ever witnessed before. It ectacle that could make even the most a-packed Hollywood blockbuster look like child's py. ‘If only I had some pop and a soda’, he mused, smirking to himself.

  As Larry leisurely observed the battle, he also kept an eye on the progress bar in his mind. It was ing closer to pletion, like an athlete nearing the finish lihe anticipation of whion might appear filled him with excitement.

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  Each time the hip-hop guy’s fists struck the ground, deep craters formed, sending clouds of dust and debris into the air. His raw strength pulverized the stoh him, but despite his overwhelming power, his attacks rarely ected.

  A closer look revealed why—both of Neguro’s bodyguards were encased in a shimmering green aura, a clear maion of No. 1’s wind-based Nen ability. By infusing wind into their movements, they enhaheir speed and agility while simultaneously releasing terag gusts to slow their oppo down. It wasn’t on the same level as Killua’s Godspeed, but it still provided a signifit boost, allowing them to keep just out of the hip-hop guy’s reach.

  Larry shook his head as he observed No. 1, who was already drenched i and panting heavily. ‘He's got solid trol over his Nen, bang both offense and support seamlessly,’ he thought.

  No. 2, oher hand, was less impressive. Aside from the sheer destructive force of his fire-based attacks, he cked finesse and creativity. ‘It’s a shame they’re both only at C-level,’ Larry mused. Their bined efforts could increase their destructive potential, but they were still outmatched by the hip-hop guy’s sheer brute strength.

  The lohe fight dragged on, the more apparent the differen stamina became. While No. 1 and No. 2’s attacks were slowing down, the hip-hop guy’s punches were only getting stronger and faster. His Nen ability allowed him to thrive on taking damage, making him even more dangerous as the battle wore on.

  Seeing their advantage slipping away, the two bodyguards exged a quice. A fsh of determination crossed their eyes. They weren’t blind—they had already figured out the hip-hop guy’s ability. Each hit he took only fueled his power. If they kept going at this rate, they’d only be making things worse for themselves. They had no choice but to go all in.

  Without hesitation, they leapt back, putting as much distaween themselves and the hip-hop guy as possible. Their feet barely touched the ground as they rode the wind-infused Nereating swiftly to buy themselves more time. Side by side, they brought their hands together, and streams of fiery red and emerald green Nen swirled betweehe energy started out small, barely the size of a ping-pong ball, but it greidly, expanding into something far more dangerous.

  Larry's eyes narrowed as he watched the swirling mass of energy betweehe destructive force radiating from the growing orb was undeniable. The two bodyguards were preparing their trump card—a teique that involved pooling nearly all their remaining Nen into a single, devastating attack. The trick, however, was bahe energy output from both of them had to be perfectly equal; otherwise, the fusion would colpse aonate prematurely.

  Within moments, the swirling mass had expao the size of a basketball, rotating rapidly in their hands. A powerful wind swirled around them, f a terclockwise vortex that threateo pull ihing nearby. Larry couldn’t help but feel a sense of déjà vu. ‘Is this… Wind and Fire Release – Big Ball Rasengan?’

  The two guards’ synized breathing and precise movements were impressive, especially given the pressure of the moment. This was the pinnacle of their teamwork, their st-ditch effort to turide. With a coordinated shout, they hurled the spiraling mass of energy toward the charging hip-hop guy with all their might.

  The glowing sphere tore through the air, leaving a trail of distorted spa its wake. It wasn’t just an attack; it was their final gamble. Larry’s expression remained ral as he watched it soar through the cavern. “Let’s see if you hahis,” he muttered, his gaze locked on the hip-hop guy.

  With no time to evade, the hip-hop guy was forced to halt his charge abruptly, crossing his arms defensively in front of him. He had no choice—he had to take it head-on. The resulting explosio shockwaves rippling through the entire chamber, shaking the grouh their feet. A dense cloud of smoke engulfed the area, obsg everything in a thick, gray haze. For a moment, the etlefield fell silent.