Chapter 142

Machi silently thought to herself.

Although she knew this was an unrealistic hope, it didn't stop her from imagining such scenarios.

"It seems… this time, we really might meet our end here..."

The overwhelming sense of danger radiating from the two opponents crushed Machi's spirit, dragging her heart into despair.

Her sixth sense, which had always been highly accurate, had never failed her when making judgments or anticipating outcomes.

This time, it told her clearly: she and Kastro had no chance of escaping from the hands of their opponents.

"Is this where it all ends?"

In this moment, Machi's heart carried no other thoughts—only regret.

"What a shame… I won't get to see that guy one last time before dying."

Thinking of this, she glanced at Kastro again, her disdain for him completely unmasked.

To think that in her final moments, she wasn't with Morin but rather his disciple—just the thought of it irritated Machi to no end.

Kastro, who suddenly felt inexplicably despised: "???"

"You refuse to cooperate with me, fine, but why are you looking at me like that?!"

Kastro was utterly perplexed, while Machi had already pulled her threads out again.

Even though her sixth sense warned her of the immense, deadly danger, it didn't mean she would just sit back and accept her fate!

"Even if I can't defeat you both, I'll at least tear some flesh off before I go down!!"

In Meteor City, the concept of "giving up" simply didn't exist in their vocabulary.

Zeno and Silva stood quietly, their expressions either calm or indifferent as they watched Machi's aura surge around her.

They didn't bother with meaningless statements like, "It's useless," or, "Just give up already."

Of course, if taunting the enemy could be beneficial for their assassination, they wouldn't hesitate to say a few words.

But judging by the unyielding determination in their opponents' eyes, they knew words would be a waste of breath.

Actions spoke louder than words.

Silva formed another gleaming nen orb in his hands, radiating brilliance like a meteor, while Zeno leaned back slightly, conjuring two vivid dragon claws from his aura.

Whoosh!!

Without further delay, the two launched their fiercest attacks toward Machi and Kastro.

"Dragon claws, huh? I wonder how they compare to my tiger claws!"

Having no other options, Kastro had no choice but to confront them head-on.

But it was clear—

As someone who had only studied nen for a few years, he was no match for Zeno, who had spent decades honing his nen to near perfection.

The clash of tiger claws versus dragon claws ended in total defeat for Kastro.

The result: he was sent flying yet again, fresh blood spraying across the beach.

"This is… incredibly painful…"

Kastro collapsed on the ground, his body twitching uncontrollably.

Nearby, Machi wasn't faring much better.

Silva's nen orb was overwhelmingly powerful—far beyond anything Machi could fully withstand in her current state.

It was only thanks to her strong reflexes and sixth sense that she narrowly dodged a direct hit.

"It's my fault… If only I had dealt with Kute earlier, they wouldn't have hired assassins, and we wouldn't be in this mess."

Kastro stared up at the sky, the pain from his injuries making even the slightest movement unbearable.

"More importantly, I've failed the mission my master entrusted to me. This was my first task from him, and it ends like this... What a disgrace!"

He sighed softly.

"If Master learns of this, he'll surely be disappointed in me."

"After all, he poured so much time, effort, and care into teaching me for so long… only for me to bring such a result."

Kastro chuckled bitterly to himself.

"Master must regret taking on a disciple like me."

Originally, Machi wanted to snap at him—"What's the point of saying this now?"—but hearing the genuine emotion in Kastro's words, she remained silent.

Though she too believed the situation had reached an irreparable point, deep inside, she still clung to a faint glimmer of hope.

She hoped that man would suddenly appear to rescue them from this hopeless predicament.

If it were him, there would absolutely be no problem.

Because that man always managed to deliver true surprises.

"Ha-ha-ha! To think you'd end up like this!!"

Kute, who had been watching the battle unfold, burst into wild laughter as he saw how the tide had turned.

"I thought you were so strong, so untouchable! And now, look at you—about to be beaten down like dogs!!"

"You killed so many of my brothers, and this is what you deserve! Go to hell, you bastards!!"

Kute's tirade continued, but unfortunately, neither side paid him any attention. They all treated him like thin air.

"It's time to end this."

Here's the translation incorporating Hunter x Hunter references:

Although there was no verbal exchange, with their years of experience, Silva and Zeno could easily deduce that the fight had reached its final phase.

The two didn't hesitate further and prepared to unleash their ultimate moves:

"Dragon Head Play: Fang Thrust!"

With a swift motion, Zeno unleashed an immensely powerful attack.

Golden dragon fangs, infused with overwhelming nen, surged toward Kastro and Machi. Nearby, Silva's muscles tensed in preparation.

Once this strike landed, he and his father would launch their finishing attack in tandem!

"Boom!!"

The attack from Dragon Head Play quickly struck the area where Kastro was located.

However—

Neither Silva nor Zeno moved forward.

"Blocked?!"

Zeno's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and for once, a hint of seriousness flashed through his eyes.

Silva's usually cold and indifferent expression also turned grave.

What had blocked Dragon Head Play wasn't Machi or Kastro.

It was a new presence—a powerful aura that had suddenly appeared!

"What's going on?"

The deafening explosion nearby left Kastro's ears ringing painfully.

But he paid no attention to that. Instead, his gaze was locked on the scene ahead.

Everything had happened too quickly.

Before he even realized it, the attack rushing toward him had been intercepted and stopped.

Kastro instinctively asked, "What—?"

But soon—

As the smoke and dust from the explosion slowly cleared, a solid figure stood firmly before him.

Seeing this, Kastro's heart began pounding uncontrollably.

"It's… Is it you?"

For the first time, the unwavering tone Kastro had maintained even when facing Silva and Zeno now trembled with emotion.

"Master?"

Uttering these two words seemed to take all his strength.

"So, you still remember you have a master?"

Through the lingering smoke, Morin slowly turned around. Seeing the growing joy on Kastro's face, he chuckled and teased:

"I thought you might've regretted becoming my disciple."

"I've never been disappointed in you or regretted taking you as my student. In fact, I'm quite proud."

"Master…"

Hearing Morin's words, Kastro felt both moved and ashamed.

"I've disgraced you."

He lowered his head in guilt.

"You've done well enough."

After reassuring Kastro, Morin shifted his gaze.

Beside him stood Machi, her eyes growing brighter and brighter, now shining like stars as she looked at him.

"I'm not too late, am I?"

Morin walked over to Machi, his gaze meeting hers—a gaze no longer calm but shining with unparalleled clarity. He smiled lightly.

"Not too late."

Suppressing the surge of emotions in her heart and the upward curve of her lips, Machi replied as evenly as she could.

I knew it. He would definitely make it here!!

You always bring surprises—never disappointing anyone!!

"How did you know about our situation?"

Machi couldn't help but ask. "And how did you get here?"

"Was it through that circle?"

She glanced toward the area where Morin had appeared.

The beach, once covered in sand, was now blanketed in glowing white specks of light.

"That was thanks to my Spatial Converter, one of my nen tools."

Morin gave a simple explanation.

Tool: Spatial Converter.

Effect: By drawing a circle with chalk, you designate a space. Using the Spatial Converter's map interface, you locate another space in the world, and pressing the button swaps the two spaces.

It was this tool that allowed Morin to reach the east coast at such incredible speed.

As for those glowing white specks—

In a virtual network space, Ickshonpe, with his characteristic smirk and doodled face, tilted his head in curiosity.

He glanced at the Spatial Converter tool in front of him, then at the chunk of sandy beach incongruously sitting within his network's pristine white space.

Rubbing his chin thoughtfully, he mused, "A tool for spatial transference, huh?"

"I wonder what kind of interesting effects this could have if applied to a game?"

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