JOJO hiding in the hunter world

Just as Potter White was about to give chase, he suddenly sensed danger.

Several black figures appeared behind Potter White. Without panicking, Potter White exerted force in his legs and placed his elbow horizontally in front of his chest, swinging it like a spinning top towards the people preparing to attack him from behind.

The heads of those preparing to ambush Potter White split open like watermelons (Potter White is very tall, and the average person's height only reaches his chest).

Too weak, Potter White thought.

In that instant, an antenna shot out from Potter White's blind spot. However, Potter White had released a nearly meter-thick sphere of Nen around his body, and he detected the antenna the moment it entered the sphere.

Although the antenna thrown by Shalnark was very fast and had cover, it still did not cause substantial damage to Potter White. Potter White had long reinforced his body with Nen, and Shalnark's puppet phone's antenna failed to pierce Potter White's flesh.

"Hmph, two insignificant rats!"

Shalnark and an unknown manipulator from the Troupe had ambushed him here while escaping in different directions. Shalnark was covering the escape of the main group, and the other was trying to obtain Potter White as a powerful puppet.

But now he regretted it. Watching Potter White gradually approaching, a tangible fear welled up within him, causing him to lose his In.

If he had known, he wouldn't have bothered Potter White, that monster. Potter White deeply regretted it. Although he had heard of Potter White's strength, without a reference point, he had mistakenly thought he could win.

"If only I had made Uvogin into a puppet..."

He was too greedy after all. Hindsight is always 20/20. He fled without any grace, driven by fear.

But he was too slow. A beam of Nen shot towards him, and he jumped to barely dodge it. However, a fist the size of a casserole was already upon him.

With a bang, he was completely knocked down, suffering a severe concussion. The bones in his face were almost completely shattered, and his brain was nearly spilling out. He was completely disfigured, and modern medical technology, aside from Nen removal, could not save his face.

Potter White didn't stop and immediately went to chase Shalnark, who had already fled when he saw things were going badly. Shalnark's speed couldn't match Potter White's, and Potter White's Nen waves were very powerful, greatly interfering with Shalnark.

Knowing he couldn't escape, Shalnark decided to make a desperate gamble, stabbing the Nen antenna of his puppet phone into his own body.

"Automatic Operation Mode: On." Shalnark's aura changed completely. His hair stood upright like a Saiyan's, and golden flames erupted from his body. He was completely like a Saiyan, said to be a special mode that Togashi created to pay homage to Dragon Ball.

Shalnark's combat power also significantly increased in this state. Even Uvogin, the strongest in the Troupe in terms of physical ability, would have a headache facing Shalnark in this mode. At this moment, Shalnark had completely entered the Phantom Troupe's first combat tier. No one in the Troupe could confidently kill him in this state.

This move also surprised Potter White, who hadn't expected him to have such a technique. But that was all it was. Abilities that seemed very troublesome in the Troupe were just so-so in Potter White's eyes.

Shalnark was completely wrong. Potter White's strength far exceeded Feitan's and Uvogin's. Even in manual operation mode, he was forced into retreat by Potter White.

Complete crushing in terms of Nen quantity, combat experience, physical ability, strength, and speed. This battle only lasted for forty seconds, ending with Shalnark heavily injured and withdrawing from automatic mode in defeat.

"Machi, take Feitan and leave first. I'll distract him."

The good-natured Franklin also had an awakening.

But a hand rested on Franklin's arm. "Put me down, I can walk on my own now."

"What's the situation now?"

"We encountered a terrifying enemy. The boss isn't here, so we split up to escape. Now we're being hunted down by Tatsumi Potter White Gigante. He's already killed Bonolenov and Shalnark."

"Where's the boss?"

"The boss is at the ruins, dealing with that brat named Jon who just ambushed you on his own."

Franklin answered Feitan's question, but he still fled at his original speed.

"So that means this isn't the ruins anymore!"

Feitan jumped down from Franklin's back.

"Don't be impulsive, Potter White is very strong, you can't beat him."

The wound that Jon had inflicted on Feitan's chest burst open due to the intense movement, and blood splattered onto his clothes.

"Don't push yourself!"

"You bastard... ... ... ..." Feitan muttered in an unintelligible Meteor City dialect.

"So that means I can use Pain Packer here now! My anger is about to overflow, I must kill those bastards."

Machi and Franklin stared blankly at Feitan. It had to be said that the only one who could defeat Potter White now was Feitan. Once Potter White was hit by his Pain Packer, he would either die or be severely injured.

If Feitan was in his peak condition, they wouldn't stop him, but now Feitan was seriously injured, and they were not very reassured.

What if he was instantly killed like Bonolenov just now? That would be very embarrassing.

A terrifying and crazy smile cracked on Feitan's lips. Franklin sighed, knowing that he couldn't persuade Feitan anymore. He could only let him act recklessly, silently praying that Pain Packer could be successfully released.

Feitan turned around and attacked Potter White with his sword. Feitan was indeed the Phantom Troupe's first combat tier, leaving a bloody mark on Potter White's arm with his first strike.

Potter White frowned. This black-clothed thief is faster than me, very troublesome. After two exchanges, Potter White had several more bloody marks on his body.

Potter White also saw this and pressed closer, not giving him a chance to rest.

But Feitan's purpose had already been achieved.

"Pain Packer!"

Machi and Franklin, who had already run far away, felt the heat behind them and both lay down at the same time.