The sean was even more uling. Now free from the i swarm, his true attire was revealed—a wide, flowing white robe that covered his entire body. But despite the looseness of the fabric, it couldn’t hide how unnaturally thin he was. His exposed skin looked mummified, dry and withered like aged part. His face was eerily pale, with sunken eyes and a pair of sharp, triangur pupils filled with bitter rese. The lower half of his face was pletely hiddeh his robes, much like Katakuri from One Piece, as if he refused to let others see his mouth.,Everything about him oozed malice.

  ***Name: EnvyStrength: A-ype: Materialization Abilities: He possesses the ability to create and trol various poisonous is, each carrying unique and deadly effects. His entire body is toxic, making even the slightest tact lethal.Among his creations are the Breathless Bugs, which mimic "Zetsu", allowing them to erase their presenpletely. The Corpse Is feed on the lingering remnants of Death Aura, slowly ing its traces. Paralysis Mites release ahetic virus, numbing their prey before they even realize they've been bitten.His power reaches its peak when ed by extreme Envy. At this moment, he sacrifice his own vitality to create an I King—a monstrous creature born from his Nen and poisoned flesh. The I King briefly asds to A+ level strength, an unstoppable force of destru, but its life is fleeting, dying within minutes of its creation.***

  Larry’s expression remained unreadable, but inwardly, he processed everything at lightning speed. One was a berserker who got strohe more he fought. The other was a venomous maniputor who could kill with a touch. Both were strohan Satotz and Piyon . And they were after him.

  Wrath cracked his knuckles, grinning wildly. "Hey, kid. Do us a favor and e quietly. I really don’t wanna mess up that pretty little face of yours." Envy didn’t speak. But his poisonous aura was already leaking out. The cave instantly felt colder.

  Their Aura erupted like twin pilrs of light, making them resemble Super Saiyans in the dim cave. The sheer force of their aura kicked up powerful gusts of wind, sending dust and debris swirling through the air. The long-sealed stench of decay filled the cave, making it hard to breathe.

  "Piyon … those two… they 't be—" Satotz’s usually steady voice wavered slightly. His thick, curly mustache trembled as he swallowed hard, his hands tensing at his sides.

  Piyon ’s expression darkened as she gripped her rabbit-eared phoightly. "Yeah…" she muttered grimly, her fingers pressing directly onto an emergency bea. "From their appearance… and what they just said… there’s no doubt about it. They're from the Seven Deadly Sins—Wrath and Envy."

  Larry’s gaze flickered with i at the name. His ability could analyze a person’s strength and Nen ability, but it didn’t provide background information. Now, with Piyon ’s expnation, he finally uood what they were dealing with.

  The Seven Deadly Sins—a notorious criminal anization, as infamous as the Phantom Troupe. But uhe Troupe, they were sidered far more dangerous. The Phantom Troupe was cssified as an A-Css threat. The Seven Deadly Sins were ranked S-Css.

  Each of the Seven embodied a deadly sin, and their Nen abilities reflected their titles—strange, uable, and overwhelmingly powerful. Their leader, Pride, was rumored to be the stro among them. At one point, V5 had even sidered hiring the Zoldyck family to eliminate him. However, the request had never been approved—the price the Zoldycks demanded was unpretedly high.

  The two men standing before them—Wrath and Envy—were infamous in their ht. Wrath was known for his savage brutality. He took pleasure in torture, was simple-minded, and easily provoked. His Nen ability allowed him to heal himself by inflig damage on others—making him especially dangerous in group battles and wars of attrition.

  Envy, oher hand, was twisted beyond belief. He had a special fondness for killing prodigies before they could fully mature. Rumors said he had been raised in a primitive, cult-like tribe, where he had been groomed as a living host for poisonous is. His entire body had bee a breeding ground for deadly parasites, and under his robe, his flesh was riddled with holes.

  Larry processed everything quickly. From iyon described, the members of the Seven Deadly Sins all fell within the A-Css range. If that were true, then Pride—being their stro—might actually reach S-Css. ‘…No, that’s unlikely.’ Even within the world’s stro hunters, S-Css was areme rarity. It was more reasoo assume that Pride’s power was in the range of A+ to S-.

  Still, for an anization to be posed entirely of A-Css criminals… it was no wohey were sidered so dangerous. And from the atrocities Piyoioheir crimes far exceeded anything the Phantom Troupe had done. ‘No wohey’re ra S-Css.’

  Piyon had expined everything in under a minute, but oher side, Wrath and Envy didn’t seem to care. They stood there, watg, grinning. They wao see fear in Larry’s expression. They wao see the same look of terror and despair that everyone showed when they realized who they were fag. They thought of themselves as hunters… and Larry, Piyon , and Satotz as nothing more than helpless prey.

  When Piyon finished speaking—her voice trembling slightly—but Larry’s expression remained pletely calm. No panio fear. Just cold indifference.

  The two criminals instantly scowled. It infuriated them. "Oi… kid…" Wrath cracked his knuckles, his eyes burning with Wrath and bloodlust. "You don't look scared. You look down on us?" He grinned wide, baring his teeth. "I’ve decided—I'll tear off your limbs before handing you over to Lust. Your Nen will still be usable that way!" His facial muscles twisted, f a disturbing grin.

  Envy suddenly spoke up, stopping Wrath before he could lunge. "Wait. You do whatever you want with the two men—But don’t touch the rabbit just yet. She’s a Zodiacs… If we touch her, we ’t rule out the ce of ero ing after us. We aren’t ready to fight people at that level yet."

  "Tch, fine!" Wrath stomped his foot into the rock-hard ground, and the impact shattered it instantly. A deep crater formed beh him, spiderweb fractures spreading outward like ahquake. Then, like a bullet fired from a railgun— Wrath unched himself forward.

  BOOM!

  He closed the distan an instant, his massive fist surging with blood-red Nen, brimming with raw destru. The sheer force of his attack sent shockwaves through the cave, making the walls tremble. The punch rushed toward Larry’s face—But it never ected. Instead— Another fist met it halfway.

  BANG!

  The moment their fists collided, a deafening impact tore through the cavern. The air shook violently from the sheer force, as if two meteors had just crashed into each other. For the first time since arriving— Wrath’s grin disappeared.