A massive hand—not Razor's—emerged from behind him, intercepting Joey's flaming punch mid-air.
"Fourteen Devils."
Razor's Hatsu.
Joey instantly recognized the towering figure that blocked him. It had the number 13 etched on its chest—a tank-sized Nen beast.
Five others stood nearby, slightly smaller in frame.
Of course... a wall of demons.
Joey didn't hesitate. He reversed momentum using back-blasting wind, tearing away from Razor before the devil could strike back.
But Razor was ready.
The Nen ball he'd been charging—now the size of a boulder—shot forth like a cannonball, his arm snapping forward in a spike.
This wasn't a test shot.
This was the real deal.
Joey twisted midair, but he knew dodging wouldn't be enough. Razor could detonate it any moment.
The only option—detonate it from afar.
A glint of silver flicked between his fingers—a coin.
If I stick with only Weather Report, I'm being arrogant.
Time to raise the stakes.
Killer Queen's First Bomb activated. Gold Experience layered atop it. Joey's fingers snapped forward, launching the coin with a sharp ping.
Razor's eyes narrowed. One of his demons—No. 1—leapt, attempting to intercept.
Too late.
The coin collided mid-air.
BOOM—
The Nen orb disintegrated, blown apart by the planted explosive.
The coin clinked harmlessly onto the stage.
Razor frowned—barely—and instantly spiked another ball.
Only this time, it was a devil's head.
No. 1's—detached from its body mid-combo.
Holy shit he just served a head as a projectile!
Joey dropped, air slick with storm-wet rain.
The rain hadn't stopped since the match began. His Weather Beast had been laying the groundwork the entire time, turning the ring into a shallow pool.
But Razor's No. 1 devil regenerated its head midair.
Joey's eyes narrowed.
Each one's got their own tricks, huh?
Before he could react, another devil—slim, marked with a 4—swooped above, slamming its palm against the flying head, spiking it down like a volleyball.
No dodging.
No time.
Too fast. Too perfect.
Killer Queen appeared beside him.
The Battle Chariot was summoned.
CRACK—BOOM!
It rammed the skull.
The head detonated on contact.
Joey and Killer Queen were hurled backward—but an air wall softened the blast, enough to retreat cleanly.
In the smoke, Joey saw Razor already launching three more heads.
Each one aimed with terrifying precision.
Only one targeted him.
The other two—passes to his other devils.
He's running a goddamn volleyball team.
Joey's Weather Beast raised a hand.
The gathered rain dispersed into mist.
Joey surged toward one of the devils—No. 2, the most humanoid.
It tried to dodge. Failed.
Joey's wind-accelerated charge was too fast.
Another coin flicked—BOOM.
One of the heads gone midair.
But then—
BOOM!
No. 2 self-destructed.
The blast blew a crater into the ring. Joey's body launched backward, hurtling into the air.
Shit!
Two more devils launched the remaining heads.
They anticipated my trajectory.
Joey's radius closed instinctively.
Then—
ICE.
From the mist-shrouded puddles, a spike of supercooled water shot upward, impaling a devil head mid-flight.
BOOM!
The blast shattered the icicle—but it also bought Joey enough time to vanish.
When the smoke cleared, Joey was gone.
Only fog. Mist. Sparkling ice dust.
Where the hell...?
Razor's En pulsed outward.
It covered the whole arena.
And picked up multiple auras.
Decoys?
He frowned.
Joey's En could only reach 2–3 meters—even with cone extension.
Which meant these scattered readings were traps.
Razor quickly estimated Joey's possible location.
He'd figured out a lot by now:
Joey manipulated the weather inside his En.
He created clouds, storms, and now fog to confuse and control the battlefield.
The coin trick? A spatial warping attack—maybe teleportation, maybe erasure.
Razor couldn't feel the displaced Nen. That was weird.
He suspected spatial folding—a fusion of emission and conjuration.
Risky. Impressive. But if he spreads too thin, he'll burn out. No way he can master both.
Still, it was good enough. Razor respected it.
He raised a hand to spike his next orb—
13's gone.
His eyes flicked behind him.
There stood Joey—and Killer Queen.
Both fists raised.
"MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA—!"
Joey unleashed a full barrage.
No holding back.
If he didn't commit, his fists wouldn't break Razor's aura armor.
Razor, smirking, reached and pulled No. 1 into the barrage, stuffing it between their fists.
BOOM!
The devil exploded.
Razor slipped free, calling the other devils back.
He didn't follow up.
He raised his hands.
"I surrender."
Silence.
Then the announcer's voice roared:
"What a fight! A tactical masterpiece!
Razor has conceded—the winner of this grueling exchange of minds and might is none other than the magician of mist and miracles—Joey!"
Joey exited the ring.
He heard the cheers. The screaming.
But he doubted most of them understood anything they'd just seen.
They can't even see Nen… What are they screaming about?
Razor caught up.
"You manipulate air density inside your En, right?"
Joey nodded.
"That first explosion didn't get you. You froze the rain around yourself into a dummy. Then masked yourself using fog and a misdirected En signature, right?"
Another nod.
"I sensed your aura and judged it wrong—assumed you'd been hit. You used mirage effects—mirage optics. Bending light with air pressure."
"Correct."
Joey had known from the start:
He had to get in close.
And he knew Razor's ability from the manga—Fourteen Devils.
He had the edge in intel.
But even so, even knowing, getting past those defenses wasn't easy.
He'd used Killer Queen, Weather Beast, and his third ability—Golden Experience—to create a humanoid ice shell and hide his true self.
Razor kept analyzing:
"I never dropped my guard after that. I stayed four meters away—the limit of your En's combat radius."
Joey shrugged.
Razor continued:
"But when you vanished and appeared behind me, that was different.
Your aura readings never disappeared. So how?"
Joey raised a hand. A coin sat on his palm.
It transformed.
Into a tiny frog.
Razor's eyes widened.
Around the arena, he saw more coins—each scattered after earlier detonations.
He used them as decoys. Gave them Nen. Gave them life.
Cloaked in fog and light refraction...
It all clicked.
"Brilliant," Razor admitted. "You'd anticipated me. Smart."
Joey didn't reply.
But Razor wasn't wrong. Even without meta-knowledge, he would've assumed any emitter with Nen beasts could create melee defense units.
That was textbook.
Razor finally grinned.
"I'm Razor. Ex-convict. Officially pardoned—but I keep a low profile."
Joey raised a brow, glancing at the still-roaring crowd.
"This is low profile?"
"Sure. Why not."
Then his tone shifted, slightly more serious.
"Off the record? You've got too much going on. Too many paths. Too many tricks. It'll stretch you thin."
Joey nodded.
"My core ability is Weather Report.
The rest... just tools. I don't invest much time in them."
Razor chuckled.
"Fair enough. One more thing:
Kate sent me. Said you might benefit from some guidance."
Joey blinked.
That explained it.
"I'm honored. Really."
Razor clapped him on the shoulder.
"You'll meet the others soon. Some are... intense.
They're also going to the Dark Continent."
Joey froze.
But only for a second.
I figured as much.
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