Gourmet Hunter - Chapter 260 (Patreon)

Chapter 260: Conclusion

Silva recognized the four characters in the book at a glance, while Zeno's reaction clearly showed he recognized those Chinese characters.

"God's Hand."

With his hands clasped behind his back, Zeno recited this term in Chinese. He quickly glanced at Silva and asked, "A Conjurer?"

"Not sure," Silva's eyes flickered as he spoke, "But this book was indeed conjured, and before conjuring this book, he also conjured a rusty knife."

"Is that so…" Zeno looked at the severed arm that Luo was holding on the screen, dismissing the bloodless oddity of the cut, which was indeed very smooth, and casually said, "So the arm was severed by the rusty knife?"

"Yes," Silva nodded.

"Can't you draw a conclusion then?" Zeno asked.

"No, he has also used abilities that seem to be from the Emitter and Manipulator categories, and the rusty knife alone broke through the opponent's defense, which could be related to the Enhancer category, but it might also be due to the nature of the conjured weapon," Silva explained.

In this battle, the variety of abilities Luo used, as well as his ability to instantly extinguish flames last time, made it difficult for Silva to make a clear judgment.

"Oh?" Zeno raised an eyebrow, surprised, "Even with your keen eye and experience, you can't tell?"

The Zoldyck family members are known in combat not for their assassination skills, not for their combat skills, nor for their adept Nen abilities, but for their seasoned experience!

Silva's experience was still somewhat inferior to Zeno's, but was nonetheless extraordinary. As a bystander in a Nen battle, determining the category should not be difficult.

"I can't tell," Silva nodded, not ashamed to admit it.

Zeno was even more surprised and asked, "Interesting, who is he, anyway?"

"..."

Silva was silent for a moment, then said, "He is Luo."

"Hmm…"

Upon hearing this, Zeno felt it sounded familiar, and despite his age, his memory was not bad, quickly recalling who Luo was.

"Is this the youth Illumi mentioned?"

"Yes," Silva replied.

"How intriguing, no wonder Illumi specifically mentioned him," Zeno mused and then asked, "Is the battle recorded?"

"Yes," Silva said.

"Let's watch it later then," Zeno said, sitting down next to Silva, staring intently at the screen.

Silva glanced at Zeno, knowing that his father was interested mostly because of those four characters.

"Being able to conjure two items is indeed rare, and the characters on this book…" Zeno's eyes were full of curiosity.

The items conjured often originate from the conjurer himself, meaning Luo definitely recognized this font, hence the four characters appeared on the book.

"Old man," Silva looked at Zeno.

"It's the same language," Zeno knew what Silva was about to ask and directly replied, "But it's not strange for others to know this language."

After saying this, he focused his attention back on the screen.

Silva, seeing this, could only look at the images on the screen. He had seen this typeface in his grandfather's collection of books but never studied it seriously.

At this moment, the audience in the venue gradually fell silent, watching as Luo pinched Antomu's severed arm, their expressions varied.

On the stage, Luo activated the ability of God's Hand, continuously diminishing Antomu's aura.

He was diminishing the aura with one hand while holding the book with the other, waiting for Antomu's next decision.

To abandon the arm to save the body, or to disregard everything and eventually be ground down by Luo.

The arm or life, such a dilemma didn't require much thought, but this was not as simple as three fingers and not so easy to decide.

This was Antomu's dilemma; he hesitated for about five seconds, then Luo diminished part of his aura.

In the end, Antomu withdrew the Nen output from his left arm, which meant he gave up his left arm.

Luo saw the arm enter a state of Zetsu, showing no courtesy, opened the book with one hand, the pages automatically flipping to Antomu's page, then slapped the severed arm, instantly storing it in the book, and then withdrew the book.

His movements were succinct and efficient. To outsiders, the book and the severed arm disappeared the instant they touched.

"You're finished," Luo said to Antomu, his voice calm.

Before he finished speaking, a large amount of fresh blood suddenly spurted from the site of Antomu's severed arm, eliciting gasps from some of the audience.

"It's over."

In the stands, Biscuit stroked her chin, noting that it took eighty rounds to sever Antomu's left arm, and now it would only take about ten more rounds to defeat him.

On the stage, Antomu let out a faint grunt, his face turning a shade paler, as he contracted the muscles around his wounded arm, trying to slow the bleeding while moving backward to create more distance.

He needed to stop the bleeding first...

Antomu was trying to stop the bleeding as quickly as possible, but Luo would not let things go his way. As he withdrew the book, he also summoned the True Master from his flame tattoo, gripping it in his hand and charging toward Antomu.

"Damn it!"

Antomu's face turned ugly as he felt a deep sense of crisis. With only his thumb and little finger remaining on his right hand, he tore off his shirt, intending to use it as a makeshift bandage to tightly wrap around the wound.

However, Luo swung the True Master, unleashing three sword energies in one go.

Antomu dodged left and right, avoiding the three sword energies, leaving large 'Z' shaped bloodstains on the stage, which came from his severed arm. The muscle contraction alone couldn't completely stop the blood flow; he also needed the bandage.

Realizing Luo was trying to interfere with his bleeding control, Antomu, despite his resentment, was left with no choice but to keep dodging, taking the opportunity to finish his makeshift bandaging.

Thus, Luo, when having the upper hand, did not flaunt or show off but played it safe and steady, making Antomu's suffering unbearable.

Antomu left large bloodstains on the stage, only managing to stop the bleeding after immense pain. By then, his face was much paler, his vigor very faint, the earlier hint of arrogance in his cool demeanor long gone.

Before the fight, he firmly believed he could leverage his various advantages to overwhelm Luo, never imagining he would end up in such a predicament.

His pale face was a sign of severe blood loss, and with an arm missing, Antomu was clearly at a disadvantage.

Luo rushed up to Antomu, brandishing his knife, which, though it looked rusty, was sharp enough to easily slice through his Nen defenses. If he was hit by the knife again, it would truly be the end.

The edge of the True Master, the fear it instilled, made the one-armed Antomu tentative and lose the assertiveness he had in his attacks.

Luo's knife skills were standard but solid, revealing a weighty feel against Antomu, whose physical skills were not weak. However, Luo occasionally threw in a punch or a kick, pressing Antomu back step by step.

As Antomu defended, he took several hits from Luo, and finally realized that continuing this way was just a slow path to death.

"I can't win."

He gritted his teeth inwardly, coming to this conclusion.

Then, he thought bitterly: Since I can't win, if I'm to die, I'll take you with me!

Conditions and Vows!

A sense of readiness to die surged through Antomu, and at the same time, the aura around him suddenly increased, stirring up a gust of wind, forcing Luo back!

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