her side had truly wo. Wrath had gained an incredible boost in power, more than enough to kill Satotz with ease. But at the same time, he had lost his right arm forever. "Hahahaha! Just die already!!" With a manic grin, Wrath smmed his foot down, sending a shockwave of blood-red aura rippling across the ground. The stone floor beh him shattered instantly, dust and rubble flying skyward.

  Then, in the blink of an eye, he vanished. Like a red blur, he reappeared right in front of Satotz. His sandbag-sized fist, ed in an enormous sphere of aura, rocketed toward him with enough force to obliterate anything in its path. Wrath’s bloodshot eyes locked onto Satotz with an almost bestial iy. There was only ohought in his mind. Crush him.

  For a brief sed, time itself seemed to freeze. Then—"Shauna." A soft voice rang out. Calm, almost gentle. And then—BOOM!!!

  The devastating punch smmed into the ground, creating an explosion of stone and dust. But Satotz was gohe earth beh Wrath’s feet had been pletely obliterated. The ground was cratered and uneven, a deep hole marking the spot where his attack had his punch… it was strohan Uvogin’s Big Bang Impact.

  Wrath’s crimson gaze darted around wildly. Then, he saw them. Satotz was standing in a far er of the cave. And in front of him— A graceful figure. "Teleportation… I didn’t expect Larry’s Ne to have that ability."

  Satotz, half-leaning against the stone wall, took a moment to catch his breath. Larry must have noticed how dire his situation was a reinforts just in time. From Larry’s perspective, Wrath was like a supercharged version of Baise and Shalnark bined. He could restore his aura and heal injuries through bat. And if he took severe damage, his aura would explode into an even more terrifying form. It was a dangerous ability—ohat made him nearly unstoppable in prolonged fights.

  That’s why Larry had ardevoir to keep an eye on Satotz’s battle the eime. "Shauna." Gardevoir raised her hands, summoning multiple pink aura spheres in the air. They hovered around her, rotating in a synized pattern, eae brimming with destructive power.

  Wrath’s expression twisted. He had no choiow—he had to attack before it was too te. He knew his own limits. He couldn’t maintain this enhaate for long. There were only two possible outes. Either he fihe fight before his time ran out. Or Time ran out, and he would be helpless.

  Meanwhile— "Boy, you’ve been fightih only half your strength?!" Envy gred at Larry, his entire body shaking with barely-tained Wrath.

  Every move Larry made stung like salt in an open wound. Gardevoir’s intervention was the final straw. Seeing Larry send aid to Satotz was like lighting a fuse inside Envy’s already unstable mind. Through his En, he could sehe massive fluctuations in Wrath’s aura. But something was off. That power surge— It wasn’t going to st long.

  Wrath was burning through his remaining strength at an arming rate. Seeing this, Envy realized he couldn’t afford to hold baymore. "Boy… you forced me to do this! Enjoy it while you !"

  With a sudden, violent motion, he ripped open his tattered white robe. The sight beh it was grotesque. His entire body was covered in holes. Even his mouth had a gaping hole in it. No wonder his speech always sounded se. The se was horrifying—enough to make ah trypophobia pass out on the spot. And then— The holes began to move.

  White, writhing is started p out. Eae bore strange blood-red patterns on its body, f an eerie trast against their pale shells. Within moments, the ground before Envy was no longer visible. The is had piled into a massive mound, f a wriggling, pulsating white hill. The sheer volume of them was nightmarish. Larry watched with a bored expression. "Oh? You’ve got arump card? Then hurry up and use it already." His casual tone was like a dagger to Envy’s pride.

  The st shred of rationality inside Envy’s mind snapped. Veins bulged on his forehead. His already pale face torted with Wrath, making him look even mrotesque. Envy activated his Nen, his entire body flooding with dark, malevolent aura.

  Then, he did something ued. He spat out multiple mouthfuls of blood—directly onto the mound of is. The moment his blood touched them, the creatures began to vulse. Then— They started dev each other. In a matter of seds, the white hill had turned red—soaked in fresh blood. The writhing mass of is was now nothing but pure age. The grouh them was slick with fluids, the air filled with the siing sound of g exoskeletons and tearing flesh.

  This— This was Nen-infused ibalism. A grotesque ritual of survival. This was Feast of the Hundred Poisons—Envy’s ultimate ability. By sacrifig his own blood and flooding the swarm with aura, he forced his is into a brutal deathmatch. Only the stro would survive. And those that did— Would bee unstoppable.

  The final survivor would bee the i King. But there was a catch—this ultimate creation could o for about a minute before breaking apart.

  A trump card meant for desperate situations. From the sidelines, Pyorn watched the grotesque transformation unfold. He wao warn Larry. The monstrous i f before them wouldn’t be easy to deal with. But then, he hesitated. Larry remained pletely calm. Seeing that unwavering expression, Pyorn swallowed his words.

  The entire Feast process didn’t take long. Ihay seds, the endless swarm of is had vanished. And in its pce— A massive, blood-red i now loomed. It resembled the sandworms Larry had often entered in the Gordeau Desert— But far mrotesque. "Zhizhizhi…" The creature’s screeches reverberated through the cave, sending a chill down Pyorn’s spine. From the aura it radiated, this I King had surpassed Gengar’s power. It had reached A+ rank.

  Envy let out a sinister chuckle, his bloodshot eyes brimming with malice."Kek… Kekeke… You’re just standing there, so fident… Don’t worry, boy." His twisted grin widened as he took a step forward. "I’ll make sure t this out before I kill you."

  At this point, capturing Larry alive was no longer on his mind. He didn’t care about orders anymore. His hatred had pletely takehere was only oe waiting for Larry— Death. But Larry? Larry just smirked. A slow, mog smile. "I see… So this is your so-called trump card?" His tone carried nothing but disdain. "You’re so weak."

  Envy’s expression twitched violently. Larry tilted his head slightly, his smirk deepening. "I’ll give you credit for ohing…You dared to challenge me." His gaze sharpened, his voice dropping to a chilling calm. "But that’s the only thing worth praising." Then—"e out, Tyranitar."