Hunter: I became stronger even after I died.

Chapter 387 Morrow VS Netero

Right now, this isn't the full strength that Nitero should be at.

While it's impossible to return to one's peak, with some time to adjust and reunite mind and body, one can further enhance their combat effectiveness.

That's why Netero specifically emphasized the word "now".

It means that in his current state, he really has no chance of winning.

But once he accumulates strength, the outcome is hard to predict.

Moro was able to understand Netero's meaning instantly only because he had already seen the ending through "future intelligence".

useless.

The result is still the same.

When Netero heard Moro's reply, he naturally understood what Moro meant, so he suggested that Moro warm up with him.

He wanted to use his actions to change Moro's mind.

To outsiders, their brief exchange sounded like an encrypted conversation, making it impossible to discern their true meaning.

Even after Netero extended a warm-up invitation to Morrow, Morrow and the others were still completely baffled.

Moro pondered Nitro's suggestion for a moment.

In fact, he already understood the moment Netero suggested warming up.

Even though the entire expedition team had witnessed firsthand the power of the direct guards and personally experienced the overwhelming aura of the Ant King...

Nitero's ultimate choice will still be to face the challenge head-on.

This is his personal desire.

It is also the lifelong pursuit of a martial artist.

Moro even felt that even if he confessed his identity as a "time traveler" at this moment and tried every means to make Netero believe it, it would be a mistake.

It's likely that Netero will still not hesitate to challenge the King Chimera Ant as a "challenger" to a duel.

After all, the passion and fighting spirit that had been dormant for many years and thought to be dying have now erupted like a volcano.

Now that things have come to this, who can stop it?

The only viable approach is to convince Netero with sheer force of fists in this warm-up match.

But how could they possibly win?
Moro knew this outcome was clear.

Therefore, his current focus is not on securing that slim chance of victory.

Instead of trying to persuade Nitero, he used his eyes and body to personally experience the difference brought about by the "peak of skill".

"it is good."

Moro looked up at Niteró and agreed.

Upon hearing this, Netero chuckled softly, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes, and slowly said, "Time is precious, so let's just find a suitable place nearby."

"No need, this is fine."

Moro casually pointed to the bright ceiling above, and before Netero could respond, he turned to Nob beside him and asked, "Is this room sturdy enough?"

"..."

Nobu paused for a moment upon hearing this, never expecting the topic to suddenly shift to the warm-up match between Moro and Chairman Netero.

Moreover, judging from their tone and attitude, they seemed exceptionally serious.

"Don't worry, the four-dimensional apartment is independent of reality, and theoretically it cannot be destroyed due to the oath effect."

After a brief silence, Nobu quickly answered Moro's question, then looked at Netero with a slightly hesitant gaze, his eyes questioning.

Netero did not respond to Nob's gaze, but stroked his beard and chuckled, saying meaningfully, "Choosing this place is fine, it saves time. Although the space is not large and the ceiling is limited, at least it won't affect my performance."

The implication is that even with limited ceiling height, it will not affect the casting of the Hundred Forms of Guanyin.

"Do not misunderstand."

Moro understood what he meant and calmly said, "I never intended to use the 'terrain' to limit your abilities; I just wanted to save trouble."

You can save a lot of time by not having to bother finding a suitable venue.

In fact, if we take the original story as a reference, the race against time was a crucial factor that influenced the entire event.

Before the final battle, Netero needs time to achieve mental unity and accumulate strength.

But time does not flow only for him.

While he was accumulating power, the Ant King and his direct guards would gradually adapt to and master their innate talents and powers over time.

Moreover, there is the potential threat from the "meat tree garden".

This is the fundamental reason why Moro didn't want to waste time.

Seeing that Moro indeed had no intention of using the terrain to restrict the Hundred-Style Guanyin, Netero said no more.

After all, he didn't want to see Moro's misjudgment of the ability information cause this warm-up to end prematurely.

With just a few words, the two finalized this warm-up match.

Mo Laowu and the others were stunned for a moment. They wanted to find out what Moro and Nitero were thinking, but they were kicked out of the room before they even had a chance to speak.

Led by Nobu, the group moved to another room in the four-dimensional apartment.

"Moro and Chairman Netero...it looks like they're getting serious."

Nakuru has extensive fighting experience, and with just a few glances, he can tell that Moro and Netero will definitely go all out in the upcoming duel.

This is hardly a warm-up.

It was clearly a challenge between martial artists.

"It's a pity that Pam isn't here, otherwise we could use her abilities to watch the battle."

Norb crossed his arms and stared thoughtfully at the now-closed door.

Warm-up...

Actually, it should be "debate" instead.

It all comes down to whose fist is harder and whose words carry more weight.

Xiu Tuo asked in a low voice, "Does the president have a better chance of winning?"

"of course."

Mo Laowu sighed, "The chairman is getting old, but among us, who can withstand even one of his moves?"

"I believe the teacher can win!"

Xiao Jie spoke firmly, showing complete trust in Moro.

Beside him, Killua looked at Gon with a serious expression, hesitant to speak.

During his earlier assault, he had caught a fleeting glimpse of Netero's Hundred Forms of Guanyin.

It's absolutely terrifying.

Therefore, he knew in his heart that Mo Laowu was right.

Seeing Xiao Jie's determination, he didn't want to discourage him, so he could only remain silent.

But Xiao Jie's statement made Kurt nod to him in agreement.

"I really want to watch the game..."

In just a short while, Nakuru became restless.

He looked at Norb and couldn't help but ask, "Could you open the door just a crack, even just a tiny bit?"

"..."

Nob pushed up his glasses with his finger and said calmly, "I don't want to die yet."

........................

The largest room in the four-dimensional apartment.

Moro and Netero stood facing each other, both unleashing their full power without reservation.

A large amount of spiritual energy surged around the two of them like a raging torrent.

"Chairman Netero's manifested aura level is approximately between Lv.93 and Lv.94... higher than mine, but weaker than Yang De."

Moro carefully examined Netero's Nen, using himself and Byrond as references, and quickly made a judgment in his mind.

Once you reach Lv.90, the difficulty of leveling up becomes unimaginable.

Once you reach this level, hard work is no longer the key to progress.

Only talent can determine the ultimate height one can reach.

Given Moro's original talent, no matter how much effort he puts in later, his manifested aura could never break through Lv.90.

It was the ability of "Love Practice Song" etched into his being that helped him break free from the shackles of his talent. Conversely, the higher the level, the more difficult it became to level up.

This phenomenon is a manifestation of oaths and constraints.

While observing Nitero, Moro had already assumed a fighting stance.

He was well aware of Netero's prowess.

Although he is old, his magnanimity is still among the best.

One can imagine what Netero was like fifty years ago...

Perhaps it has reached the limit of human potential.

That is, Lv.100.

Netero casually flicked his hands.

He was quite familiar with Morrow's scrutinizing gaze.

Because in every encounter, Moro would always use this method to observe the scale of his manifested energy.

"Moro, your aura has become even stronger."

Nitro didn't rush to make a move, but slowly asked in a low voice.

Moro did not respond.

In less than a month since he arrived at NGL, his manifested energy level has soared to an unimaginable Lv.90.

Such fluctuations in range, when exerting full force, naturally did not escape Nitero's notice.

And Netero was indeed somewhat curious.

Seemingly sensing the curiosity in Netero's eyes, Moro suddenly said, "Near death."

"Oh?"

Netero raised an eyebrow slightly.

Moro said calmly, "Every near-death experience makes me stronger. The most recent one was fighting my personal guards, and the one before that was against Yang De... I almost died at his hands. If Kurapika hadn't sacrificed a lot of his lifespan to heal me, I probably would be dead now."

"..."

Upon hearing this, a look of surprise flashed in Netero's eyes, and then he nodded.

He didn't press further or delve deeper, after all, if they kept talking like this, who knew when the fight would even start.

Nitro's reaction was exactly what Moro wanted to see.

"let's start."

As he spoke, Moro stretched out his right hand and flicked a coin between the two of them.

The coin tumbled and flew into the air, then plummeted straight to the ground where their eyes met.

Ding.

The coin fell to the ground with a sound like a battle horn.

"Flying Star Leap"

Having planned the tactics in advance, Morrow activated his abilities at top speed.

After a significant leap in rank, his "hair" became even more refined and powerful.

Almost in the blink of an eye, a cross-shaped star appeared on the ceiling above Netero's head.

Immediately afterwards, a slender bullet of thought shot out from it at an extremely high speed.

"Oh..."

Netero narrowed his eyes slightly.

The cross-shaped star pattern appearing from the ceiling became inconspicuous in this brightly lit four-dimensional room.

Especially when it's in a blind spot, it's practically impossible to defend against.

However, even without using "concealment," Netero can still sense the Nen fluctuations immediately.

Interestingly...

The trajectory of the projectile did not land on his head, but rather in front of him.

In other words, this space-traveling type of psychic bullet was intended to stop him from using the prayer gesture to activate the Hundred Styles of Kannon.

Moreover, this was a tactic that was determined before the war even began.

"When did you realize it..."

Netero muttered to himself.

The distance between the two sides before the battle was outside the range of the Hundred-Style Guanyin's attack.

This was also a tacit concession he made to Moro.

However, even if he didn't want to take full advantage of the initiative, he could still strike with lightning speed the moment Moro took even a step forward by praying with his hands clasped together.

Unexpectedly, before Moro could make a move, he interrupted Moro's palm-clasping action by using the "distance advantage" of his release type.

In a split second, Netero complied with Morrow's tactical intentions, leaving his raised hands suspended in front of him instead of clasping them together.

He was curious to see what Moro's "next step" would be.

call out!
The bullet fell vertically, passing through Netero's still-open hands, and slammed into the ground.

With a deafening explosion, the energy contained in the psychic bullet instantly erupted, creating a surging shockwave that swept wildly in all directions.

However, Netero's body, like a pine tree rooted in the rock, remained unmoved despite the impact of the air blast.

His gaze remained fixed on Moro.

That's when we saw Moro step forward as the telekinetic bullet exploded.

Upon seeing this, a barely perceptible smile crept onto Netero's lips.

Although it was unexpected that Moro could perceive the clasped hands prayer gesture that connected him with the Hundred-Style Kannon, however...

With enough mental strength, one can sketch the outline of a hundred forms of Guanyin even without prayer.

"One Hundred Forms of Guanyin - Three Palms"

Netero did not clasp his hands together, but with a fierce fighting spirit that showed no sign of contempt, he unleashed a palm strike at Morrow that was enough to instantly secure victory.

Inside the room, which was bathed in soft white light, a golden light suddenly invaded, striking down at Moro, who had already stepped into the attack range.

From Morrow's perspective, this was an unexpected blow, one that was impossible to dodge.

It doesn't matter if it's called bullying the weak.

Netero cleverly reversed Moro's assessment of the Hundred-Type Kannon's abilities.

Even without striking in this way, I was absolutely confident that I could hit Moro.

But he still managed to exploit that fleeting weakness.

This also indirectly proves his relentless efforts.

however--

The palm strike, enveloped in golden light, struck empty air.

More accurately,
Moro vanished into thin air.

Netero believed that Moro had only observed that the Hundred Style Kannon needed to make a praying gesture when he made his move, which was why he tried to interrupt Moro's initial stance at the moment the battle began.

So, with an all-out, no-holds-barred fighting mentality, he used the fact that "he can strike without praying" to make Moreo understand how serious the consequences of misjudging intelligence would be.

Little did he know that Moro not only understood the connection between the Hundred Forms of Guanyin and the prayer gestures, but also knew that Netero could strike with his palms without praying.

Therefore, in order to make the most of this information...

Moro deliberately created the illusion that Nitero had envisioned.

He had long anticipated that Netero would show no mercy in this battle.

Based on this, he was able to avoid the Hundred-Style Guanyin's palm strike at this moment through "pure anticipation".

The final piece of the puzzle is Blitz's teleportation ability.

Moro appeared behind Netero.

As soon as he revealed his form, he placed a palm on Netero's back.

This extended arm position, which he maintained while tossing the coin, was still serving a purpose.

next moment.

A surge of violent psychic power erupted from Moro's palm.

boom!
Upon being struck, Netero was instantly blasted away by the solidified psychic wave, crashing into the room wall in the blink of an eye.

(End of this chapter)