Chapter 324 Shocking the Whole Audience

An orthodox move of the Hundred-style Guanyin shocked everyone.

The originally intense battle in the field was immediately affected by the full presence of the Hundred-style Guanyin, thus ushering in a brief stagnation.

This can also be said to be the face of Netero's ultimate move.

Taking this opportunity, Moyu urged Kangzai to leave here quickly, so as not to affect his escape route later.

Kangzai listened to Moyu's words and turned around and left quickly.

And Silva also took advantage of the power brought by Moyu's Hundred-style Guanyin·One Palm to get rid of the entanglement from Kuroro and left here quickly.

But he left in a different direction from Kangzai.

With the withdrawal of Kangzai and Silva, the only people who fought against the Phantom Troupe in the field were Moyu and Hisoka.

Moyu was very grateful to Hisoka for jumping out to help him stop Menying at the critical moment, but at this time, he had no time to consider Hisoka's existence.

"The remaining 'chi' is only enough for one 'displacement'."

Moyu looked at Ugin calmly, thinking in his heart: "But I can't just leave like this, at least I have to buy some time for Zai Kang, and I have to give Biscuit a signal."

In order to ensure Kangzai's smooth escape, Moyu can't use Displacement to leave directly when Kangzai just left.

He must buy enough time for Kangzai to retreat.

Even if it's just one minute.

But the problem is that his current potential ki is only enough for one Displacement. How to face Ugin's anger and the covetous eyes of other members of the Phantom Troupe is a thorny problem.

"Use the afterglow of the Hundred-style Guanyin to intimidate them, or..."

As Moyu's thoughts turned, he saw Ugin, who stood up from the ground, staring straight at Nobunaga's horrible corpse.

On that rough face, Moyu could clearly see the expression of anger and self-blame.

Failure to fulfill his duties in the battle led to the tragic death of his companions under the enemy's attack.

This made Ugin both self-blame and anger.

He blamed himself for failing Nobunaga's trust in him and was angry at his own incompetence.

Ugin's eyebrows were furious because of his emotions, and he bit his mouth full of blood.

Then, he slowly moved his face and looked at the instigator, Moyu.

Those furious eyes were filled with murderous intent that wanted to pull out Moyu's tendons and bones.

Ugin was not the only one who felt this way.

The other members of the Phantom Troupe present also wanted to cut Moyu into pieces.

If eyes could kill, then Moyu would have died countless times by now.

Kuroro let Silva leave calmly.

To be more precise,

when the Hundred-style Guanyin took action, his attention was inevitably distracted, and then he completely lost the possibility of keeping Silva.

Because Nobunaga died tragically at the hands of the Hundred-style Guanyin, Kuroro's focus shifted from Silva to Moyu.

Knight, Finks, Nobunaga...

The companions who had been with him since childhood, the core members of the group at the beginning of its establishment, just like that... died at the hands of Moyu.

This was the first time a member of the Phantom Troupe had died ten years after its establishment, and it was also the first time the group had suffered such a huge and tragic loss.

Kuroro's eyes were full of shadows, and his dark eyes like the abyss looked at Moyu, as if he wanted to drag Moyu into the bottomless darkness.

He was not like Wokin, who integrated his anger and murderous intent into his aura. He had a kind of calmness without any life at all.

If you want to use a scene to describe his emotions at the moment.

Then-

It must be a dead water that is so dark that no ripples can be seen. Just one glance can feel a heart-pounding dead silence.

Facing the actual killing intent and anger from the Phantom Troupe, Moyu remained unmoved, his eyelids drooped, recalling the wonderful feeling when he used "One Hundred Styles of Guanyin·One Palm" just now.

For him, the most important thing is not to experience the power, speed, and moves at that time...

but the momentum.

An invincible momentum that seemed to squeeze out the surrounding air in an instant.

Moyu suddenly raised his eyes.

After the dissipation of the Hundred Styles of Guanyin, the many golden light spots floated around Moyu like the first snow, and a momentum slowly seeped out from his body, then from slow to fast, from weak to strong.

Driven by this momentum, the air on Moyu's body suddenly became like boiling steam, and the many golden light spots that fell were suddenly pushed to the surroundings by an invisible air force.

"All gone"

There seemed to be a golden and red luster entangled in Moyu's eyes, and he calmly met the gazes of the Phantom Troupe.

He just stood there quietly, exuding a sense of oppression mixed with strong murderous intent.

The golden light spots that fell from the sky one after another seemed to be consciously avoiding danger, and moved away from his body.

As Moyu integrated the momentum he felt when using "Hundred Styles of Guanyin·One Palm" into the aura of "All Ending"...

This scene fell into the eyes of the Phantom Troupe, and they could see a huge and blurred unknown shadow standing behind Moyu in a trance.

So much so that the oppressive figure of the Hundred Styles of Guanyin appeared involuntarily in the minds of the Phantom Troupe.

He is gathering momentum!

He is brewing murderous intent!

He will attack again!

Right here, to the death!

Feeling Moyu's passionate momentum and the fighting spirit that has been gathered, the reactions of the Phantom Troupe members have become more vigilant.

They stared at Moyu attentively, and slowly and quietly gathered strength, waiting for the battle to break out.

The two sides just looked at each other from a distance, and the air was filled with a chilling aura.

He must be killed!

Everyone in the Phantom Troupe had the same idea and were ready to attack Moyu.

What needs attention is the mind beast whose attack speed is so fast that it is difficult to react.

Just when everyone in the Phantom Troupe was affected by Moyu's aura of killing intent, Hisoka did not stop attacking the shadow.

As Chrollo and others focused on Moyu, who was more threatening and more existential, Mian Ying was isolated and helpless.

As Hisoka's offensive became more powerful, Mianying finally sensed a sense of crisis between life and death.

"If this continues...I will die!"

Mianying felt a strong sense of crisis and had the idea to ask for help from his companions.

However,

A sudden long knife killed his thoughts of seeking help.

It was the long sword of Nobunaga's puppet. It was stuck by "retractable love" at some point, and the other end was stuck to the shadow's back.

then……

The long knife flew through the air during contraction and pierced the face's body.

The figure who was suddenly attacked suddenly screamed.

And this scream caused the tense atmosphere in the stadium to instantly soar to a high point.

Wojin and others were about to attack Moyu upon hearing the sound.

But the moment they made a move, they saw Moyu suddenly restraining all his momentum and the killing intent that seemed to be here to die.

"See you."

Moyu waved his hand casually, and his figure suddenly disappeared into thin air.

Chrollo and the others stood stunned on the spot for a moment as they gathered their momentum.

An indescribable emotion surged through their chests.

Immediately afterwards——

As Kangzai, Xiba, and Moyu left one after another, Chrollo and the others turned to Hisoka with unspeakable emotions.

"..."

Before Hisoka had time to fully appreciate the pleasure of killing the face, he slowly tightened his face under the pressure of the gazes of everyone in the brigade.

Why am I suddenly the only one left? ? ?

No more today, I want to sleep more.

I'll make a splash tomorrow, with a target of 10,000 words, and a guarantee of 8,000.