Hunter: I became stronger even after I died.

Chapter 144 Biscuit feels bad

What will Kurapika's chosen path entail...

Moreau knew it clearly.

Now let Kurapika enter the world of "Nan" a few years earlier.

Should we force things to happen or reduce Kurapika's burden?

Moreau couldn't be sure.

But this is what Kurapika desires.

in the room.

Moro raised his hand and pressed it against Kurapika's back. Just by sending in some mental energy, he easily opened up all the pores in Kurapika's body.

It is not difficult to start chanting.

The difficulty has always been that people’s hearts are evil.

All the pores on Kurapika's body were open, and a large amount of mental energy was surging and boiling like steam.

This boiling power is often moving when it first appears.

Especially for those who crave power, the feeling is hard to describe.

However, the Kurapika that Moro saw did not show any excitement or excitement of getting what he wanted, but was rather calm.

This mentality after breaking out of the mental cage is Kurapika's sharpest weapon in the future, and it can be said that it surpasses his own talent.

Under Moro's gaze, in less than ten minutes, Kurapika mastered the technique and slightly closed all the pores in his body.

The mental energy that dissipated outwards was also retained on the surface of his body.

I can only say that he is worthy of being one of the protagonists of the original work.

Moro thought silently in his heart.

Kurapika slowly opened his eyes and looked at the film-like energy on his hands with some curiosity.

This is the power called "mindfulness".

I can feel the subtle touch on my limbs, and it feels like a pulse filled with a sense of power.

But this is just the first step across the threshold.

The world of thoughts is definitely profound and mysterious, and has many uses that are beyond our comprehension.

Kurapika clenched his fists gently.

Moro's gaze swept across Kurapika's still stable nootropics, and finally stopped on his slightly swollen cheek.

You don't need to ask to know that Kurapika has participated in the competition.

"Kurapika, how many games did you play today?"

"One."

Kurapika raised his head slightly and looked at the benefactor who gave him power.

Moro said: "Players can play two games a day. It's still early now. You can go and register for the second game and take this opportunity to feel the power of 'mind'."

"it is good."

There was a gleam in Kurapika's eyes, and he showed a rare eagerness to try.

"Master...Moro, I'll go then."

"Go ahead, after you finish the second game, sign up for the hunter test. Don't come to me again until you get your hunter license."

Morrow said calmly.

Kurapika was stunned for a moment, "Why..."

He suddenly stopped talking halfway through.

He thought of what Moreau had said when he was helping him to open his mind: I am only helping you to open your mind, that's all.

So even if Kurapika wishfully regards Moro as his guide and master, he knows that Moro does not actually accept this.

This is also the reason why he changed his words in time just now.

Anyway, for him, as long as Moro is still in the Sky Arena, he can catch up and become stronger.

But he didn't expect that Morrow would let him take the hunter test directly...

And without a license, you can't go to Moreau.

Kurapika didn't understand.

But in the end he resisted the urge to ask.

Because he knew very well that from the moment Moreau opened his mouth, even if he continued to ask questions now, there would be no meaning or response.

Kurapika was silent for a moment, then asked, "Can I... reach the 200th floor before taking the Hunter test?"

"This is your freedom."

Moreau looked at him.

Kurapika nodded slightly, said goodbye to Moro, and strode to the twentieth floor.

After a while.

Kurapika stepped onto the stage.

The opponent in the second game was still a tall adult.

But Kurapika kicked his opponent out of the ring with just one kick.

The game was over in an instant.

The referee was shocked and surprised that Kurapika was assigned to the twentieth floor.

Kurapika himself was shocked by the change in his own strength.

“This is the power of thought.”

Kurapika was in a state of confusion as he stepped off the stage. The force of that kick just now was definitely beyond his physical strength.

The most fundamental source is thought...

So, all we need to do is strengthen the power of our thoughts, right?

Kurapika realized that the power of mind could override everything, and gradually saw the path to the future.

wrong!

As they walked to the front of the passage, the image of Moro suddenly flashed through Kurapika's mind.

Compared to the last time they met, Morrow is now obviously taller and stronger.

This is enough to show that it is not advisable to put all the emphasis on the practice of "mindfulness".

Kurapika stopped in the passage and lowered his head in thought.

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The next day.

12 month 8 number.

The opening ceremony of the Fighting Olympics begins.

Moro and Hua Shidoulang participated in it as the owners of the forum.

Countless cheers and flowers were thrown at the posters from all directions.

As the Sky Arena presented the championship prize on stage, the atmosphere suddenly became more intense.

Even viewers who are watching the live broadcast can feel the expensive value of prizes such as the Dome Box and Corundum Heart through the screen.

For most people, as long as they can get one of the prizes, they won’t have to worry about money for the rest of their lives.

But the champion can get seven prizes at once. It would be a lie to say that I am not envious.

As soon as the opening ceremony ended, the event arrangements were put on the agenda.

Moro didn't pay attention to such things and went to the 120th floor alone.

at this time.

On the 120th floor venue arena, Kurapika was fighting with an opponent in tight clothes.

There were many spectators sitting in the surrounding stands, all of them looking at the fierce fight on the ring with excitement.

Moro looked at Kurapika, who was beaten all over because he tried to suppress his mental energy on the ring, and his eyes showed a little emotion.

Don’t get lost in the power of thoughts, and know clearly what you need and want.

With such execution ability, I believe they have a clear plan for the future.

At this moment, Moro saw his own shadow in Kurapika.

"You pay a lot of attention to him."

Suddenly, Biscuit's voice came from behind.

Moro looked back at Biscuit.

"Follow me?"

"Yes."

Biscuit put his hands on his hips and admitted it openly.

The corner of Moro's mouth twitched slightly, and he thought to himself that he was really too anxious.

Bisiji glanced towards the ring, "Did you help him chant?"

Kurapika tried to consciously restrain his mental energy, but his technique was terrible. After all, this was already in the realm of "absolute".

"Correct."

Moreau nodded.

After hearing this, Biscuit observed Kurapika carefully and said, "Very talented."

As she spoke, she tilted her head to look at Moro's profile and asked with interest, "Why, are you preparing for the 'Two Stars' so early?"

"You think too much. I didn't think about getting anything from him."

Moreau looked straight ahead.

Bisiji sighed and said seriously, "You're not that kind-hearted. You can't just help someone and then leave them alone, right?"

"That's what I thought at first, but now I have a new idea."

As Moro spoke, he slowly withdrew his gaze and looked at Biscuit carefully from top to bottom.

This action immediately made Bisiji's heart tremble.

This guy must be thinking of something bad!
Biscuit was alert, but on the surface he was acting like a drama queen. He crossed his arms around his shoulders, took a few steps back quickly, and said shyly:
"Hate it, what do you want to do to me~"

"Ah."

Moro suddenly smiled.

Bisiji suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

Then I heard Moreau's words again.

"Biscuit, let's get started."

"Ok?"

"fight."

"..."

Biscuit shook off the possessed drama spirit and frowned slightly, feeling that Moro was trying to change the subject or attention.

(End of this chapter)