A figure stood at Larry’s side. A humanoid Ne—elegant, regal, and almost ethereal in its grace. It exuded an aura of pure mental power, standing like a noble guardian beside Larry. "Ke ke ke… Another Ne?!" Envy’s rea was the exact opposite of Piyon ’s. Instead of fear, his excitement only grew. His twisted grin widened, his hands trembling in gleeful anticipation. "So first, you have an impossible ability to erase Nen… and now, you summon a Ne this powerful?" His breathing grew erratic. "I have to kill you.I HAVE TO KILL YOU!"

  Piyon snapped out of her daze. ‘Wait. Larry has a sed Ne?! And—it’s strong enough to instantly ter Envy’s attack?! This— This didn’t make sense.’ "Larry, aren’t you supposed to be a Exorcist?!" She turo him, expression half-incredulous, half-exasperated. "Why do you have a Ne this powerful?! That’s—that’s not how it works!"

  Larry gave her a sheepish grin, scratg the back of his head. "Uhh… maybe I’m just gifted?"

  Piyon stared at him. For a brief moment— She felt aential crisis ing on. ‘This guy… how is he even real?!’

  "You were ughing pretty hard earlier, Envy." Larry’s voice cut through Envy’s madness. His expression was calm, but his golden eyes gleamed coldly. "Let’s see if you’re still ughing in a few minutes."

  A sharp pressure filled the air. For the first time Envy’s expression wavered. "You monsters who take pleasure in killing—people like you should just die." Larry’s voice was steady. His words weren’t a threat. They were a statement.

  Piyon blihen, she smiled. "Larry, I’m all in—hands, feet, and even my tail if I had one!"

  Larry paused. Then, he remembered something. Despite her cute and childish demeanor, Piyon was one of the most radical members of the Zodiacs. She wasn’t the type to show mercy. In fact— She had been advog for an all-out extermination of the Phantom Troupe. For someone like her, the Seven Deadly Sins were far worse.

  Envy snarled, his eyes filled with hatred and obsession. "I’ll kill you, brat!"

  Larry smirked. "You try." The Zodiacs may not be numerous, but their views on the association’s dire are deeply divided. The radicals, servatives, arals each have their own stance, creating ongoing internal tensions.

  As a radical, Pyorn pletely agreed with Larry’s words and didn’t hesitate to voice his support. During their discussion, Gengar and Gardevoir stood at Larry’s sides—one on the left, the other on the right. At the same time, they unleashed the full force of their aura. Two A-css auras exploded within the cave, sweeping through the space with a force eveer thatle between Wrath and Satotz!

  Wrath visibly shuddered, his massive, bell-like eyes snapping toward Larry, disbelief written all over his face. Oher hand, Satotz—who was aligned with Larry—was first stuhen overjoyed. Larry’s strength was far beyond anything he had imagined! Either of his two Nes alone surpassed Wrath, the supposed powerhouse of this battle. "Mr. Larry’s strength is truly astounding. To trol two powerful abilities at once... That’s no ordinary feat," Satotz thought, dodging Wrath’s attacks while marveling at Larry’s power.

  Despite what seemed like a guaranteed victory, Satotz stuck to his strategy ing things out. Rushing in was too risky—better to wait for the perfeent. He was waiting. Waiting for an opening.

  Meanwhile, Gengar prepared another Shadow Ball, but this time, it wasn’t just a casual attack.Dark, eerie aura gathered in front of it, densing into a massive sphere. The Shadow Ball was at least a meter in diameter—far rger than before. Behind it, Gengar’s scarlet eyes gleamed with malice, bck mist curling around its body like a shroud.

  Gardevoir, oher hand, moved with the grace of a stage performer, lifting her hand with effortless elegance. A radiant light burst forth, followed by tless glimmering motes, drifting like stardust. It was Dazzling Gleam. Without hesitation, the two attacks were unleashed simultaneously, surging toward Envy, who looked pletely unprepared. A massive, dark-purple Shadow Ball loomed above, while below, Gardevoir’s dazzling magic sparkled like a gaxy in motion—a breathtaki deadly sight.

  If this were a Pokémon battle tour, Larry would have been ed champion on the spot. But for Envy, there was no time to admire the beauty of the attacks. He reacted instantly, eling his dark and murky aura as tless is of varying colors poured from his body like a living tide. He was going all out just to survive the birike of these two A-css powerhouses!

  BOOM! BOOM!

  The cave echoed with relentless explosions, making Larry feel as if he were celebrating the New Year with fireworks. Envy was pletely engulfed in smoke, his is obliterated in an instant by the devastating attacks. The effort he had put into summoning them was meanihey were crushed like brittle paper. Behind Larry, Pyorn finally rexed, suppressing his initial shock as he rushed to assist Satotz. He had nearly finished analyzing Wrath’s weaknesses—just a little more, and they could turide pletely.

  As the smoke slowly cleared, Envy’s figure came into view, revealing his current state without reservation. "Heh, you’re tougher than you look," Larry remarked, his tone carrying a hint of amusement.

  "You little shit! I’m gonna kill you!" Envy’s white robe was shredded, hanging in tatters as if he had just walked through a hailstorm of bullets. The clothes themselves didn’t matter—what enWrathd him was the loss of his is.

  Unlike ordinary Nen users with juration abilities, Envy’s aura wasn’t simply about maing objects. He fused poisonous is and venomous pounds with his own aura, f them into living ons. Each bug was created with care, eae costing him aura and raw materials. And just like that—Larry had wiped them all out.

  To Envy, these is were like Larry’s Pokémon—ohey died, they were gone forever. His sunken eyes locked onto Larry, burning with seething hatred. His cloudy pupils radiated murderous i. There were two types of people Envy despised the most: Geniuses. And anyone who destroyed his creations. Larry was both.

  Envy spread his arms wide, and from beh his torn robes, rge scorpions began crawling out. Eae exuded a potent, unmistakable st. If the is he’d used earlier were mere soldiers, then these scorpions were his generals.

  While Larry’s side had pletely domihe fight, the situation was reversed on Satotz’s end—he was the oien down. Wrath, realizing that Satotz was only dodging, grew even more enraged. It was like trying to catch a slippery eel. His patienapped. He ched his massive fists, switg from palm strikes to brute force. His iron-like grip shot forward, aiming for Satotz’s throat.

  The sheer force of his attack made the air tremble, gusts of wind shing against Satotz’s face. At the st moment, Satotz abruptly bent backward, his entire body arg like a bridge. The sudden motion caused Wrath’s grab to miss by mere inches.