Chapter 243 - 243

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The pale-faced youth's expression darkened. In the next moment, he darted forward, launching an attack at Ron. As he approached Ron, a white ribbon appeared, attempting to wrap around Ron. "Akutagawa Ryūnosuke!" Akutagawa Ryūnosuke appeared, his dark claws slashing at the white ribbon. "Claw!" Effortlessly, he cut the white ribbon apart. The pale-faced youth's expression changed. A large bowl appeared and was thrown above Ron's head. In the next instant, the bowl expanded to a diameter of over ten meters, descending onto Ron's position. "Bang!" Ron's figure was trapped underneath. The pale-faced youth smiled. But at that moment— "Clap!" A sudden sound of hands coming together rang out. Ron's figure instantly appeared outside the overturned bowl. Meanwhile, the pale-faced youth found himself inside the bowl. The pale-faced youth felt sudden darkness, then realized what had happened and quickly canceled his Nen ability. His face turned ashen. "Lampent!" "Smog!" A thick fog surged forth, engulfing the area where the white-faced youth stood. At the same time, Ron flicked his wrist. "Whoosh!" A Nen needle shot toward the white-faced youth's position. "Shlunk!" It hit its target precisely. This needle carried a deadly poison, not an ordinary one, but the toxin of Crystle feather bone. With the white-faced youth's level of physical endurance, he couldn't withstand it. He was immediately affected. The white-faced youth hurriedly took out a pill and swallowed it, then swiftly retreated from the range of the Smog. Hanma Baki appeared behind the pale-faced youth, grabbing hold of him. The pale-faced youth let out a cold snort. Another white ribbon appeared, attempting to wrap around Hanma Baki. But just then, the pale-faced youth suddenly staggered. He felt a massive amount of his aura vanish as if it had been forcibly stripped away. In an instant, he lost half of his aura, shocking him to the core. "Pain Split!" Ron glanced at Lampent, then at the pale-faced youth. "So you finally used this ability." "Four prerequisite conditions." "It's indeed difficult to use, very restrictive." "But the result is excellent." "Reducing your opponent's aura by half is even better than I expected." "Not only that, but it severely affects the target's state." At this moment, the pale-faced youth's condition was dire. "Ding!" The elevator stopped, and two figures appeared at the doorway—Sally and Nina. "You will pay for this!" "You will pay for this!" Two voices rang out at the same time. The first was Nina's voice in front. The second was the pale-faced youth. In the next moment, the pale-faced youth's gaze became unfocused. "Nina, let's go downstairs." "Yes, Big Brother." Ron turned and walked toward the elevator. Sally and Nina followed closely behind. The pale-faced youth also trailed after them. The four took the elevator down. Along the way, many people got on and off, casting curious glances at the group's odd behavior, but no one dared to say anything. Some recognized Ron. Some recognized the pale-faced youth. They continued until they left Heaven's Arena. Ron led them into a nearby alley. The previous battle with Gluttony had taken place here. Many buildings had collapsed during that fight, but now everything had been restored, as though nothing had ever happened. The events of that day had simply become idle gossip for those who had witnessed them. Ron took the pale-faced youth's phone and handed it to Chii. Then he broke the pale-faced youth's limbs. "Nina, you can release him now." "Yes, Big Brother." Nina was unbothered by the gory scene. Her experiences as a synthetic beast and the intense battles below the 200th floor of Heaven's Arena had given her a strong psychological tolerance. Deaths in the arena were not uncommon. The pale-faced youth glared at Ron, his face grim. "Tell me everything you know about Taris, and I'll let you suffer less." "Otherwise, you can't even begin to imagine the pain you'll endure." As a member of the Zoldyck family, Ron had also been trained in interrogation methods. There were no assassins who couldn't torture. An assassin who knew how to kill efficiently also knew how to make death slow and excruciating. "Hmph!" The pale-faced youth snorted. Ron smiled. "Don't want to talk? Perfect." Ron looked at Nina and Sally. "Nina, head back to Heaven's Arena." "Sally, continue with your own plans." "I'll handle this alone." Nina and Sally exchanged glances and nodded before leaving. Ron's interrogation began in earnest. Screams filled the air. After a while, the pale-faced youth could no longer bear it. "You devil!" "Aren't you going to ask anything?!" Fear was etched deep into the pale-faced youth's face. Initially, he thought Ron would torture him a bit, ask some questions, and alternate between the two. But unexpectedly, Ron did nothing but torture, round after round, with no sign of stopping or even asking a single question. It was driving the pale-faced youth to collapse. "Sorry, I got a bit carried away." Ron paused. "If you have something to say, say it now. Hurry up." Seeing Ron's disinterested attitude, as if he'd rather continue torturing than listen, terrified the pale-faced youth even more. His mental defenses had long since fallen. "I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!" He quickly spilled all the information he knew. Ron frowned slightly. It wasn't very valuable.

Chapter 243 - 243

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