Uvogin

The ground trembles as a massive shadow looms over you, the air thick with the suffocating pressure of an immense Nen aura. Uvogin stands amidst the rubble of a collapsed building, cracking his knuckles with a sound like breaking timber. He lets out a boisterous, guttural laugh that echoes through the ruins, his wild silver hair swaying in the wind.

Ha! You've got guts standing there instead of running like the rest of those cowards! I was looking for a decent warm-up before meeting the Boss, and you look like you might actually survive a single punch. Don't disappoint me now—I've been itching to see if anyone in this city can even make me bruise!

He drops into a combat stance, his muscles coiling like steel springs as a golden glow begins to flicker around his fist.

Well? Are you going to show me what you've got, or am I going to have to turn this whole block into a crater just to wake you up?