Hunter: I became stronger even after I died.

Chapter 202 A complete defeat

The appearance of the golden chains restricted Hisoka's movements.

But in less than a second, the golden chains crumbled and vanished as specks of light.

Hisoka's manifested energy was significantly greater than Moro's, so the golden chains could not be controlled for very long.

As the golden chains crumbled, a cross-shaped star appeared on Hisoka's cheek, right at the center of his tear-streaked face.

Seeing that the star was complete, Moro suddenly contracted the sharp psychic energy in his palm, condensing it into a flying star with a fluorescent green glow.

"Fraudulent Flying Star"

Moro tossed the flying star upwards.

The fluorescent green shooting star instantly soared into the sky like a rocket, leaving a dazzling trail.

Hisoka sensed something was wrong. After breaking free from the control of the golden chains, he immediately raised his hand and shot several playing cards at Morrow. At the same time, he unleashed a burst of speed and rushed towards Morrow at top speed.

But it's a pity.

In this open space, the functionality of love, which can be stretched and contracted, is greatly reduced.

Even if Hisoka could unleash even greater speed, in Moro's eyes it would be nothing more than a futile struggle.

Moro didn't even use his ability to gather starlight. Instead, he channeled his psychic power from the soles of his feet, instantly retreating from the range of the flying playing cards and simultaneously increasing the distance between himself and Hisoka as much as possible.

With his deck of cards empty, Hisoka had no other means to affect Moro's mobility.

It all comes down to the same problem—

This place is in an open area, with no footholds or even a slightly larger rock.

In this terrain, Hisoka's only way to fully utilize his flexible love ability is to find a way to throw the pink sticky thread onto Moro.

Only by doing this can Hisoka limit Morrow's mobility and even create an effective means of attack.

But Moro would never give Hisoka that chance.

The flying star, which had risen to a height of 100 meters, suddenly burst open like fireworks, and then, like a meteor shower, flew towards Hisoka below with a clear objective.

Hisoka looked up, his cold eyes reflecting numerous fluorescent green dots.

The numerous falling stars that had split off had already locked onto him.

Given the current situation, it's unlikely there will be any chance of turning things around.

Nevertheless, Hisoka had no intention of surrendering.

Faced with the meteor shower-like attack, he jumped up and kicked a pink sticky line forward to the ground. Then, he curled up to reduce the area he was hit and also to concentrate his mental energy for defense.

next moment.

The flying stars bombarded Hisoka like a torrential rain.

Accompanied by a dense explosion of energy, Hisoka, who had leaped into the air, was violently blasted away like a withered leaf in a storm.

And the flexible love that he kicked out from under his foot stretched and stretched as he flew backward—

Once all the energy of the flying stars had dissipated into nothingness, Hisoka lowered his arms, revealing his bloodshot eyes, which were filled with excitement.

Love that can stretch and contract!

Maximum contractile force!

In an instant, the stretched and taut pink Nen threads, like resilient rubber, propelled Hisoka's body forward at an incredible speed toward the ground.

In order to change his final landing point, Hisoka flew towards the ground while simultaneously retracting the stretching and contracting love that was attached to the ground, but retaining the potential energy acting on himself.

This was the only way he could retaliate in this desperate situation.

Using this maneuver, he rapidly closed the distance between himself and Moro.

however--

Just as he was flying at low altitude, a star the size of a washbasin also flew at low altitude, heading straight for his face.

This is Moro's second wave of attacks.

"Um!?"

Hisoka's pupils contracted sharply. In a flash, he only had time to raise his arms and mobilize his Nen to set up a defensive line.

He had just made a defensive move when the flying star struck him.

Bang!
The flying star exploded.

The violent energy contained within struck Hisoka like a heavy hammer.

Hisoka was thrown into a washing machine, his body tumbling violently in the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

not far away.

Moro remained calm, and on his right hand, sharp Nen energy once again condensed into a flying star.

"Don't get me wrong, the only reason you were able to use your abilities in that situation was because I was afraid of accidentally killing you."

After saying that, Moro tossed the flying star in his hand into the air again.

If there is a significant difference in the amount of energy he can manifest compared to Hisoka, then even if a star is implanted into Hisoka, there is no guarantee that he will win the battle.

However, after killing Feitan, his manifested energy was significantly enhanced. Although he was still some distance from Hisoka, he was enough to use the double power amplification of the Flying Star to plunge Hisoka into an abyss of no return.

Therefore, given that he was certain of victory, he deliberately reduced the intensity of his first wave of flying stars to avoid accidentally killing Hisoka.

It was because of this operation that they had the spare capacity to connect with the second wave of flying stars so quickly, ruthlessly blasting down Hisoka who was trying to attack.

"The third time."

Moro looked up at the rising star.

Under his gaze, the flying stars once again transformed into a shower of stars, each tracing an arc as they flew towards Hisoka on the ground.

Boom boom boom...

A continuous stream of flying stars landed on Hisoka, causing a series of explosions.

Hisoka could only curl up and use his "strength" to withstand the barrage of Nen bullets.

Under these three waves of attacks, his body had accumulated considerable damage.

Moreover, if things continue like this, he will be unable to do anything and will only be a sitting duck, constantly attacked by Moro.

Is this the end?
How can it be!

Hisoka withstood the third wave of flying star attacks, then leaped up from the ground, dragging his battered body, and charged toward Moro like a mad dog.

"Let me see... how long you can last."

Moro's eyes were filled with fiery psychic power.

Even with victory assured, he still wanted to eliminate any potential risks, so while making his move, he always used "Concentration" to observe whether Hisoka was making any small moves.

This approach of not giving any chance can be said to have deprived Hisoka of his last glimmer of possibility.

Boom boom boom...

The sound of an explosion echoed once again amidst the heavy rain.

With Moro's deliberate control, the power of the flying star can greatly reduce Hisoka's Nen consumption and continuously inflict non-fatal damage on Hisoka.

He will maintain the status quo until Hisoka is completely powerless to resist.

quickly,

Another wave of shooting stars passed by.

After his valiant effort, Hisoka was already on the verge of collapse.

If the battle takes place within a town, he can use the buildings to slowly create opportunities.

But here—

There was absolutely no chance.

It was only at this moment that Hisoka truly realized the importance of the "location".

Ultimately, however, the biggest reason for the failure was the inadequacy of their own abilities.

Faced with Moro's relentless barrage of flying stars, Hisoka eventually gave out and collapsed heavily to the ground.

This time, he could no longer stand up.

After enduring so many attacks, Hisoka gradually realized that Moro had no intention of taking his life.

Moreover, this one-sided offensive suppression made him feel a sense of powerlessness he had never experienced before.

"You lost again, Hisoka."

Moro approached slowly, his gaze calmly fixed on the battered Hisoka.

Hearing Moro's words, Hisoka barely turned his head, trying to make out Moro's figure, but his vision was already blurred. His severe injuries were causing his consciousness to begin to fade.

Ultimately, he couldn't even respond before falling into a coma.

Moro stood aside, quietly watching Hisoka lose consciousness.

Then, he bent down, grabbed Hisoka by the back of his collar, and dragged him toward the town as if he were an object.

When Moro dragged Hisoka back to the clinic, the two corpses and bloodstains had been completely cleaned up.

He didn't pay much attention and simply handed the seriously injured and unconscious Hisoka to the doctor.

When the doctor saw Hisoka covered in wounds, he was surprised but asked no questions and immediately began to treat him.

the next day.

Hisoka, who was wrapped tightly in bandages, slowly opened his eyes.

The pain emanating from all parts of his body constantly reminded him of everything that had happened yesterday.

"You finally woke up."

Suddenly, Moro's voice came from the side.

Hisoka turned his head with difficulty, following the sound to look at Moro who was walking to the bedside.

Not only Moro, but also the little boy who was trembling with fear yesterday was there.

Perhaps because he saw how badly he had been beaten by Moro, the child had lost his fear from yesterday and even looked at him with a slightly pitying gaze.

"You're not planning to kill me?"

Hisoka ignored Kalluto's presence, staring intently at Morrow, speaking in a very calm tone, as if asking about a trivial matter.

Instead of directly responding to Hisoka's words, Moro stated bluntly, "I'm going to deal with the Phantom Troupe."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Hisoka instantly understood why Moro had spared his life and why he had asked a seemingly strange question before the fight yesterday.

So they were planning to take down the Phantom Troupe...

Based on this premise, it was believed that he could be of some value in this matter, which is why his life was spared.

However, Hisoka was even more curious about—

The boy who had dealt him such a heavy blow seemed to know very well the true relationship between him and the Phantom Troupe.

If he hadn't understood Morrow's question yesterday, or if he had given the wrong answer...

So, Moro would most likely have killed him yesterday.

"So what do you want me to do?"

Hisoka did not feel fortunate about his so-called "survival".

He takes a more laissez-faire attitude towards being alive.

He was now pondering Moro's motives for targeting the Phantom Troupe and how he should make a decision.

of course.

The most important thing is still finding ways to have fun.

Before answering your question...

Moro looked at Hisoka and calmly said, "I need to confirm again, are you now a member of the Phantom Troupe?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Hisoka became even more certain that Moro knew about his relationship with the Phantom Troupe.

Moro was well aware that asking these questions would reveal some information, but he didn't care at all.

Hisoka paused for a moment, then said, "I did join the Phantom Troupe."

He had barely finished speaking when he suddenly felt a chilling, heavy killing intent.

"Ok?"

Hisoka followed the source of this murderous intent and saw Kurapika on another bed in the ward.

at this time.

Kurapika's fiery red eyes were fixed on him.

When Hisoka saw Kurapika's fiery red eyes, he vaguely understood why Moro wanted to deal with the Phantom Troupe.

So, it seems that the body in the cemetery...

Without a doubt, it's Feitan.

Hisoka carefully and attentively observed Kurapika's reaction and the aura that surged uncontrollably under the influence of his emotions.

The survivors of the Kuruta tribe...

Well, I should say Avengers.

That's great!
Hisoka's eyes curved slightly.

If the Phantom Troupe were to face a Kurta avenger in the future, then joining the Phantom Troupe might not be such a bad idea.

Beside the hospital bed.

Looking at Hisoka's reaction, Moro knew perfectly well what the guy was up to.

Even though he's injured like this, he still has the mind to act crazy.

Seemingly sensing Moro's gaze, Hisoka calmly withdrew his eyes from Kurapika and said in a flippant tone, "But I'm just pretending to join~~"

"?"

Upon hearing Hisoka's words, Kurapika's aura momentarily faltered.

Hisoka immediately noticed Kurapika's reaction, and seemingly satisfied with his own perverse pleasure, a slight smirk appeared on his bandaged lips.

Moro raised his hand to rest his chin.

He didn't care whether Hisoka noticed anything amiss; the reason he specifically asked this question was mainly because of the butterfly effect.

It now appears that Hisoka, just like in the original story, did not actually join the Phantom Troupe.

"Hisoka, let's get back to what we were talking about."

Moro looked at Hisoka and said calmly, "I want you to be our inside man. Of course, this is not an order or a threat, but a cooperation. So you can make your demands or refuse."

Hisoka seemed oblivious to the pain coursing through his body and asked with interest, "What if I refuse?"

"Then I'll kill you."

Moro spoke calmly, as if stating a perfectly ordinary fact.

"Hmm...that's scary."

Hisoka gave a soft hum.

Having just suffered a crushing defeat, he not only had no reservations about what Moro said, but was also quite looking forward to it.

He was certain—

Whatever the reason, they will definitely fight Moro again in the future.

Even if we were to suffer a crushing defeat at that time, or even die helplessly at the hands of Moro, it wouldn't matter at all.

He only ever enjoys the process.

But before that, dealing with the Phantom Troupe seems even more interesting.

"I agree to cooperate, but on one condition~"

"explain."

Moro could probably guess Hisoka's condition, which was nothing more than wanting to fight Chrollo one-on-one, just like in the original story.

Hisoka stared at Moro and said slowly, "After the cooperation ends, fight me again, right here in the Heaven's Arena."

"..."

Morton was surprised and said expressionlessly, "I thought you would make a condition like 'I'll leave you a prey'."

Moro paused for a moment at this point.

"Okay, I agree to your conditions, but you've learned your lesson and now you know to 'actively choose the venue'."

"..."

As Hisoka remained silent, he couldn't help but think of the battle yesterday that had left him feeling utterly powerless.

(End of this chapter)