Chapter 304

Seeing more and more monsters swarming in, Ron retreated a bit. That was when he heard sounds of fierce battle coming from another direction. 

"Come on!" 

A strong, resonant voice thundered out. Ron glanced over and saw a young man repeatedly swinging his fists, one rotation after another. 

"Ripper Cyclotron!" 

He had short blond hair and a vicious look—one glance was enough to see he was a ruthless sort. The sight made Ron recall certain scenes. 

During the Chimera Ant arc, a squad leader and a few officers had entered Meteor City, turning many ordinary people into puppets—virtually the walking dead. In the outside world, the Phantom Troupe were indeed notorious criminals, but inside Meteor City, it seemed things were more complicated. 

One monster after another fell under Phinks's fists. He noticed Ron's gaze, glanced briefly at Ron, then returned his focus to the monsters. 

"He's an Enhancement-type. His main ability is Ripper Cyclotron. In the Phantom Troupe, his raw strength is said to be second only to Uvogin's, even surpassing Hisoka's," Ron observed. 

He looked down at the crystal ball in front of him—its progress was already at thirty percent. 

Boom! 

The ground trembled. Ron sensed a massive aura erupting in the distance, radiating outward as if to swallow the entire area. Suddenly, the monsters all froze in place, collapsed, and dissolved into the earth beneath them. 

A figure came into view: a middle-aged man with bloodshot eyes brimming with hatred. 

"Anyone who intrudes on my Kurta clan… dies!" 

Ron's eyes narrowed slightly. 

"So someone's beaten me to the Kurta clan's hidden refuge, huh?" 

Judging by the man's reaction, the intruders had already forced their way inside, clashing with the Kurta. Ron wasn't surprised. First, there were plenty of people here whose strength surpassed his own. Second, Ron had been transported to that trial ground, which others hadn't experienced. Clearly, by the time he emerged, the Kurta's final defensive line had already gone through a brutal fight. The blood and corpses everywhere proved it. By the time Ron arrived, that battle was nearly finished. The earlier intruders had either died or progressed deeper into the Kurta settlement. 

"Perfect!" 

Rather than panic, Phinks actually seemed pleased. Still, he shot Ron a wary glance, as if afraid Ron might steal his opponent. Ron shook his head. He had no deep enmity with the Kurta, and that paltry bounty meant nothing to him. Instead of moving forward, he even backed away a few steps. 

Suddenly, someone sprinted out at high speed—Xinjili—eyes widening when he spotted Ron. 

"Ron, save me!" 

He was being chased by a young Kurta clansman, and his condition looked dire. Spotting Ron—unscathed—the Kurta youth tensed, clearly aware Ron posed a far bigger threat than the already half-dead Xinjili. But Ron paid Xinjili no mind, turning to walk in another direction instead. 

Ron had no reason to save or kill the Kurta. As an assassin, he only killed under two conditions: if he accepted a commission or if a situation forced him to. Neither applied here. The Heil-Ly Family had indeed posted a reward—five hundred million Jenny for a pair of Scarlet Eyes—but Ron felt it wasn't worthwhile. He'd only used the Heil-Ly Family as a ticket to enter the Kurta's hidden land. They'd never required him to actually claim any Scarlet Eyes. 

Xinjili froze, then glared at Ron's back with a poisonous fury. The Kurta youth, relieved by Ron's non-involvement, looked at Xinjili with contempt and refocused on him. 

"Kill!" 

One solid blow finished Xinjili off. His heart filled with bitter resentment: 

"Why? Why? Why?" 

A flood of deathly aura surged out of Xinjili's body, brimming with rage and hatred. Yet it wasn't directed at the Kurta youth—it barreled toward Ron, traveling far faster than a normal Nen user. 

Sensing the aura, Ron frowned and turned. A huge face loomed before him, roaring, "Why? Why didn't you save me?" as it lunged forward viciously. 

Ron drew the Rotten Life Blade and slashed once. 

Crack! 

In an instant, Xinjili's form was cut in half, and his deathly aura was swallowed by the blade. 

"Save you? Why would I do that? Do we share some bond?" 

Sheathing the Rotten Life Blade, Ron surveyed his surroundings. More people had entered his field of vision, the Kurta's hidden land now fragmenting into multiple small battlefields. 

"Gyo!" 

Ron focused: all around him, fights raged among scattered corpses and ruins. Men, women, children, young, old—some Kurta, some intruders. Everywhere was chaos.

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