“What did this guy…
just do?!” The moment Ian slowly raised his hand, Feitan’s pupils shrank slightly.
Perhaps it was a warning from his sixth sense.
He quickly leaped back a few steps, instantly putting distance between himself and Ian.
But even after retreating to a safe distance, the sense of panic in Feitan’s heart didn’t diminish in the slightest.
Like a cat with its fur standing on end, he stared fixedly at Ian, fully on guard.
At this moment.
He was filled with intense wariness toward the smiling Ian in the distance!
In battles between Nen users, aside from various bizarre Nen abilities, the intense malice between opponents—amplified exponentially by their aura—was also a crucial component of the fight.
In other words, in a battle between Nen users, an invisible aura could actually kill an enemy!
Killing intent and malice were materialized existences in Nen combat.
And right now, it wasn’t just Feitan.
Even the spectators nervously watching the fight from the sidelines felt a bizarre Nen aura spreading outward with Ian at the center.
“Is this…
a battle between Nen users?” Chrollo watched their movements with a calm expression, but a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.
‘That doll in his hand is strange.
It appeared out of thin air.
Is that the effect of a Nen ability?
What is the basis for his absolute certainty that he can defeat Feitan…’ As someone who could also feel the malicious aura radiating from Ian, Chrollo couldn’t help but ponder this as he watched the fight.
“So this…
is a Nen user!” A drop of cold sweat slid down Pakunoda’s forehead.
Her eyes widened as she stared blankly at the two in the center.
“What a terrifying presence…” “Even though he doesn’t look very old, he can actually emit such an aura…” Even the usually silent Franklin couldn’t help but wipe the sweat from his brow, speaking to Paku in a stiff voice.
“Perhaps Feitan shouldn’t have picked a fight with him.” Pakunoda remained silent in response.
Not far away, Machi let out a small sigh of relief upon seeing Ian’s actions.
Her eyes lit up, and she whispered with slight excitement.
“It’s Ian’s combat item!” Hearing her words, Nobunaga’s eyes widened in curiosity.
“Is it another one of Ian’s new gadgets?” “When did he get a combat item?
What does it do?” Machi shook her head slightly.
“I forgot, but it should be enough to deal with Feitan.
Ian values these combat items quite a bit…” Hearing this, Uvogin grinned and said loudly.
“Hmph, I believe in Ian.” “This time, let him teach that brat Feitan a harsh lesson.” “Though…
if this combat item is really that useful, I want to borrow it after Ian is done to improve my strength through actual combat.
You have to put in a good word for me then, Machi.” Hearing Uvogin’s words, Machi’s pretty face flushed red, while Nobunaga’s eyes bulged in disbelief.
“Uvogin, you idiot, I can’t believe you actually thought of that!” “Machi, you have to tell Ian to lend it to me first!
This idiot can use it after I’m done!” “You bastard, Nobunaga, are you looking for a fight?!” “Bring it on!
You think I’m afraid of you?!” “You two idiots, shut up and watch Ian fight!” In the end, it was Machi who coldly put an end to their bickering.
Meanwhile.
The one suffering the most on the field was Feitan.
Feitan didn’t know what the others were feeling, but as the direct target, he felt it the most profoundly.
It was an unspeakable torment.
Enveloped by the malicious aura, he felt as if he could see a bizarre, hideous smiling face hanging high in the air, looking down at him mockingly.
‘Does this bastard want to see me make a fool of myself?!’ He gritted his teeth, forcefully suppressing the panic brought on by the malicious aura, and glared coldly at Ian.
‘No matter what kind of trick this guy is pulling, as long as I land another solid hit on him like before, I can finish him off!’ Back on the battlefield.
Ian, however, looked completely relaxed.
After summoning the Stumbling Expert, he watched Feitan with a smile, looking somewhat relieved.
He lightly flicked a 100 Jenny coin with his right thumb and smiled.
“Don’t be nervous, Feitan.
We’re just opponents sparring this time, not mortal enemies…” “Of course, I fully intend to pay you back double for your constant provocations…” Saying so, he caught the falling coin he had tossed into the air, glanced at it, and chuckled.
“It’s really not easy to find a coin like this here in Meteor City…” “However, this is indeed the key item that will decide the victor between us.
After all, my current combat experience is practically zero, while you, Feitan, know absolutely nothing about Nen.” “So, I’d say our fight is pretty fair…” Hearing Ian’s words, Feitan’s gaze turned icy, and he spoke coldly.
“You talk too much…” “If you want to beat me, words won’t do you any good.
Try your best to actually scratch me first…” During their brief clash just now, Feitan had already confirmed one fact.
Ian was exactly as he claimed—a complete novice when it came to actual combat!
He was confident enough that as long as he found even the slightest opening, he could beat the other party into begging for mercy on his knees without taking a single scratch!
However, what Feitan didn’t realize was…
The gap in information between the two sides was simply too massive…
“Since you’re so confident, Feitan, how about a wager?” Ian wasn’t angered by Feitan’s words; he merely continued to ask with a smile.
“What wager?” Feitan asked coldly.
“A fight without stakes is too boring.
If you lose this match, you have to find me 1,000 coins in the future—just like the one I’m using today.
How about it?
That’s not too much to ask, right?” After hearing this, Feitan glanced at the coin, sneered, and said coldly.
“And if I win?” Hearing this, Ian couldn’t help but grin.
With a somewhat innocent smile, he stroked his chin and said casually.
“Although that’s practically impossible, if you do manage to win, I can grant you one wish…” At these words, Feitan’s eyes grew even colder.
He felt like the other party was treating him like a fool.
Little did he know, just as he was about to spit out a mocking retort…
Ian was already staring at him from afar, his eyes turning slightly serious as he spoke first.
“Don’t ignore my words, Feitan.
This might be the only chance you’ll ever get in your entire life to come this close to having a wish granted!” For some unknown reason.
Hearing this, Feitan actually froze for a moment, a fleeting thought genuinely flashing through his mind.
Just as he was about to say something…
Clink!
With the crisp sound of a coin being inserted into the machine.
In the distance, Ian had already taken a step back with a smile.
He gently placed the robot doll in the green suit on the ground, looked up at him, and chuckled.
“Well then, Feitan, the conversation is over.
From here on out, please give it your all…” “Stumbling Expert, go take him down!” As Ian’s words fell.
The next moment, the sunglasses-wearing eyes of the robot doll in the green suit suddenly flashed.
It jerked its cold head up, locking its gaze dead onto Feitan in the distance.
Being stared down, Feitan felt his hairs stand on end, as if he were being glared at by some ferocious beast.