Hunter: I became stronger even after I died.

Chapter 161 Biscuit: Isn’t that torture? !

Inside the medical ward of the Sky Arena, white light shines on the neat sheets and the air is filled with a faint smell of disinfectant.

Hua Shidoulang was leaning against the hospital bed, his body wrapped in white bandages.

With a look of helplessness on his face, he turned his head and looked at Morrow who was sitting next to him.

"Master, the organizers of the Fighting Olympics certainly didn't expect that you would just leave after winning the competition."

Through the live broadcast, Hua Shidoulang saw with his own eyes that after winning the game, Moro ignored the referee's attempts to retain him and left the scene directly.

At that time, countless eyes were focused on Moro.

But Moreau didn't care, as if the cheers and applause had nothing to do with him.

This had never happened before and was completely unexpected by everyone.

The organizers of the Olympic Fighting Games obviously had no plan to deal with this situation and could only watch Moro leave, leaving the crown that symbolized top honor on the ring.

When Hua Shidoulang saw this scene at first, he just smiled knowingly at the TV screen.

He understood some of his master's practices and also knew the real purpose of his master's coming to the Sky Arena.

Unlike these fighters who only focus on the "results", what my master pursues is always the "process" of climbing upward.

So when Moro walked off the ring, Hua Shi Dou Lang was not actually surprised.

But when Moreau walked into the ward and sat next to him, Hua Shidoulang could no longer laugh.

"Those viewers who support Master will be disappointed, right?"

Hua Shi Dou Lang said softly.

Moro did not answer immediately. The scene of killing the owner of the building, Bai Shi, in the ring emerged in his mind.

At that time, the audience's cheers arrived as expected.

There is just an additional kind of crazy, cruel and bloodthirsty emotion.

Disappointed?

Maybe.

But what do those voices and expectations have to do with him?
"That kind of thing isn't important."

Morrow shook his head slightly and asked, "What did the doctor say?"

Hua Shidoulang heard this with a hint of bitterness in his voice: "After observing for this period of time, the doctor said that there is no irreversible damage and the possibility of sequelae is very small, but... he will have to stay in bed for at least two months."

Two months——

For Hua Shidoulang, this is not just a period of recuperation, but also a stagnation in the progress of his cultivation.

Ever since Moreau opened the door to the world of thoughts for him, his inner desire has become stronger.

He longed to break through his own limits and to move forward in a world full of monsters.

The two-month gap was undoubtedly a torment.

Moro looked at Hua Shi Dou Lang and of course knew why Hua Shi Dou Lang sighed.

In essence, Hua Shi Dou Lang is the same as him, just with a different driving force.

"Two months is a long time."

Moro smiled and said seriously, "But you can take this opportunity to consolidate your skills of 'entanglement' and 'destruction'. Cultivation is not just about improving your mind, the concentration of your mind is equally important."

As someone who has been here...

When Moro said these words to Hua Shidoulang, they were inexplicably convincing.

Hua Shidoulang was stunned for a moment, then nodded in understanding.

Yes.

Even if your body is not fit for activities, you can still focus on practicing techniques such as "entanglement".

Moro looked at Hua Shi Dou Lang and thought that according to the characteristics of the strengthening system, it should take less than two months to fully recover.

However, it would be beneficial if Hua Shi Dou Lang could lower his gaze a little bit during his recovery period and instead let his mind settle down further.

In the previous duel with Orlean, Moro at least saw the significant improvement in Hua Shidoulang's mentality.

"Om-"

The phone vibrated suddenly.

Moro took out his cell phone and saw that it was a text message from Biscuit.

"Where are you? Come back soon!"

After reading the text message, Moro did not reply, but put away his phone.

Ten minutes later, Moreau returned to the mansion on the 244th floor.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Biscuit standing at the entrance with his hands on his hips, waiting impatiently.

Without asking silly questions like how Bisiji got in, Moro calmly changed into his slippers, then glanced at Bisiji's expression and shook his head, saying, "I haven't received the prize yet, so it's useless for you to worry."

"Who told you to just run away!"

Biscuit said unhappily.

At first, she thought it was cool that Morrow was unmoved by the championship honor.

Later, because the thought of death suddenly appeared, I didn’t think about the "champion prize" at the first time.

According to the original process, after Moro won the game, he was supposed to give a victory speech, then accept an interview, and finally there would be a grand award ceremony!

But Moro just ran away like that, and the organizers of the Olympic Fighting Games couldn't do anything about it even if they wanted to give him a prize.

"I'll go get it after most of the people have left."

Moro said casually without any hurry.

"Forget it, forget it. The things are yours. You can take them whenever you want."

Seeing Moro's indifferent expression, Bisiji felt helpless and asked seriously, "Let's not talk about the prize. What about the death thought?"

"Is this the real reason why you rushed here?"

Moro walked towards the bar and wanted to get a bottle of ice milk from the refrigerator, but in order to nip Biscuit's nonsense in the cradle, he changed his mind in time and got a bottle of room temperature milk instead.

Bisiji looked at Moro's back and pouted, "Stop talking nonsense. What happened?"

"solved."

Morrow walked towards the living room with room temperature milk.

Biscuit followed suit, and sat down on the sofa without any ladylike manner, with a look of surprise in her eyes. She asked, "You have such a strong desire for afterlife, but I see you seem to be so relaxed."

Speaking of which,

Biscuit immediately added: "It's okay not to answer."

"It's not as easy as you think."

Moro placed the milk in front of Biscuit and said calmly: "When I was removing the sublimation, the thought of death has been shaking my will, wanting me to inherit the future of the 'Heart Illusion Flow'."

"...!"

Biscuit suddenly sat up straight, frowning.

Usually, the Exorcist adheres to the principle of "not wanting anyone to see their abilities".

However, people with Nen ability like Biscuit are relatively clear about the process of transferring risks to oneself when eliminating Nen.

So after hearing what Moro said, Biscuit was really shocked.

The most difficult part about the thought of death is often its profound impact on the spiritual level.

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in the 'Heart Flow'."

Morrow smiled and said, "Perhaps because of this, the subsequent removal process went smoothly."

"That's good."

Bisiji heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

"Biscuit."

"Ok?"

"I can give you the Corundum Heart and the Dome Box directly, but there is one condition."

Moro changed the topic of eliminating thoughts and directly mentioned the championship prize that Biscuit cared about.

Biscuit raised his eyebrows and said, "Tell me about it."

"If Kurapika passes this year's Hunter Test, I want you to take the initiative to teach Kurapika Nen."

Moreau stated the conditions.

"what?!"

Biscuit was stunned for a moment, then showed an extremely disgusted expression without reservation.

Some professional hunters who intend to reach the second star level will take the initiative to teach Nen abilities to those who have passed the hunter test after it is over.

Biscuit had done this and got two stars as he wished.

But now asking her to go back and do this kind of thing again, isn't that torture! ?

(End of this chapter)