Hunter: I became stronger even after I died.

Chapter 411 Let's Reach Higher Levels Together

If there is still a possibility of defeating the monster...

There is only one road in sight.

Nakulu gritted his teeth and endured the intense pain emanating from his abdomen.

He remained silent, his gaze fixed on the battlefield.

As Kurt said, after Neferpitou resolved the problems caused by Porter, he focused his attention on Morel and Kate.

Furthermore, with only a handful of the more than two hundred Purple Smoke Soldiers remaining, Mo Laowu, who was designated as a key target for attack, was in dire straits.

Fortunately, Kate was lucky; when using the "Crazy Joker" ability, she repeatedly switched to the same weapon that was good at restraining opponents.

It could be luck, or it could be that he was under immense pressure at that moment.

In order to balance the battle itself and his teammates, the intense desire that arose under immense pressure affected the randomness of the weapons to some extent.

Despite this, Kate, who always manages to draw good weapons, still finds herself in perilous situations.

It can be said that the slightest mistake could result in immediate death.

The two sides' tolerance for error is simply not on the same level.

But it was precisely because Kate drew most of Neferpitou's firepower, coupled with the occasional interference from other teammates, that Morel was able to seize the opportunity to blow out new Purple Smoke Soldiers.

however……

Neferpitou had already experienced firsthand the Purple Smoke Soldiers' ability to deal with the situation.

In particular, the Purple Smoke Soldiers' ability to freely change the appearance of others can be quite troublesome once a certain number are accumulated.

"These humans are very resilient..."

Neferpitou's original intention was to deal with the most threatening target on the field first, but even without the interference of the Purple Smoke Soldiers, she found that Kate and Morel seemed to have a way to sense her attack trajectory.

After a few brief exchanges, she gradually became certain of this.

Although I don't know how they did it, but...

The problem is not big.

As Neferpitou thought this, he suddenly made a feint and, right in front of Kate, materialized a burly dollmaker out of thin air at an exaggerated speed.

At that moment, Kate's magnetic chain ball, which she swung at the puppeteer, immediately targeted the suddenly appearing puppeteer.

Under the influence of a special adhesive force, the chain ball suddenly rose into the air, binding the puppeteer tightly with its chains.

This is a weapon Kate introduced, known as the flail, which is excellent for restraint and control.

The main body of this weapon consists of a chain connecting the handle and the chain ball.

Its unique ability is that when it attacks, the chain can extend its length as needed, and when it locks onto an enemy, the chain ball will generate an attractive force that pulls the enemy towards it.

However, Kate was highly proficient with weapons, and he could also sense the trajectory of attacks through Neferpitou's Nen flowing with malice...

Therefore, during his multiple precise attacks on Nefertit, he was able to conceal the existence of the "adhesive force property".

In this way, the adhesion force can be used to make up for the hit rate to a very high level.

But after several rounds of exchanges, Neferbitt clearly realized something.

The appearance of the puppeteer, while diverting some of Neferpitou's power, also served as a shield, restraining Kate's flail.

at the same time.

Neferpitou flipped in mid-air, landing on the puppeteer's body with both feet.

This is her usual tactic of leveraging others' strengths.

Bang!
The puppeteer, who had been stomped on, was sent flying toward Kate.

With the help of Neferpitou, he flew like lightning towards Morel, who was holding onto the smoke-blowing soldier.

"It's a bit unrealistic to make these preparations under her nose."

Mo Laowu's face was grave; he couldn't see Neferpitou's attack trajectory at all, but...

Like Kate, he noticed a not-so-obvious weakness in Neferpitou.

That is, Neferpitou did not know how to conceal offensive intentions in the flow of Nen, and even allowed "malice" and "killing intent" to cling to every wisp of Nen.

This is equivalent to attaching glow sticks to various parts of the body in the dark.

Top-tier fighters will consciously suppress such changes during a fight.

While most top-tier fighters cannot make the flow of Nen as silent as Netero, they also do not reveal their "attack intentions" as clearly as Neferpitou.

Based on this weakness, both Morel and Kate were able to barely predict Neferpitou's attack intentions by observing the flow of Nen.

"Is it the forehead again...?"

Mo Laowu keenly sensed the malice in Neferpitou's Nen flow and suddenly squatted down.

Swish!
Neferpitou's straight, blade-like body grazed past Mo Laowu's scalp.

"That's strange, meow..."

As Neferpitou flew over Morel's head, his guess became clearer.

"How on earth did they do it?"

Realizing that both Morey and Kate could predict offensive intentions, Neferbitt couldn't help but ponder the reasons behind it.

During this brief moment of thought, her graceful body flipped in the air and landed steadily on the ground. She looked up at Mo Laowu in front of her.

But they saw Mo Laowu, still squatting, wiping sweat with one hand and holding a pipe with the other, blowing out purple smoke soldiers like a blower.

Seeing this, Neferpitou did not intervene, but simply raised his hand to lightly touch his chin, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

This ability to predict an opponent's intentions is probably not based on Nen ability, but rather on a common skill among experts.

"The secret to defeating the enemy..."

"Was there something I 'overlooked' somewhere?"

Neferbitt's thoughts gradually became clear, and he muttered to himself, "That's why they were able to anticipate my attack intentions."

As her thoughts raced, she glanced down at her hands and vaguely found the answer.

"Meow." A slight smirk appeared on her lips.

When Mo Laowu saw Neferpitou suddenly stop his attack, a hint of doubt flashed through his mind.

"Has it suddenly calmed down...? This is not a good sign."

This sudden turn of events gave Mo Laowu a bad feeling.

Because he had seen through Neferpitou's true strength quite thoroughly.

This is a monster born with immense strength, and its speed of mastering and comprehending Nen techniques is astonishingly exaggerated.

However, it is precisely because the "growth rate" is so exaggerated that the weakness of "insufficient experience in fighting enemies" is greatly highlighted.

This weakness naturally diminishes Neferbitt's formidable offensive capabilities.

What Mo Laowu was worried about was that Neferpitou would gradually realize this during the protracted battle, and then fill in the last piece of the puzzle by accumulating combat experience.

if it is like this……

These people, instead of causing trouble for Neferpitou, actually became the only whetstone Neferpitou lacked.

If it really comes to that, everything will be over.

Neferpitou's sudden and incongruous behavior made Morel worry, and he also truly understood the strong will that Morel had shown when he was willing to risk his life to kill Yupi at the anthill.

I'm afraid not only Moro, but even Nakoruru has noticed...

The monsters under their direct guard are actually like uncut stones that have not yet been fully carved.

If given some time, their strength will definitely improve further.

However, in the heat of battle, their rate of progress and growth will obviously become even faster.

"But unfortunately, we don't have Moro's strength to defeat these monsters before they grow up..."

The ominous premonition that had been rising in Mo Laowu's heart suddenly intensified as Neferpitou launched another attack, moving from stillness to motion.

The reason is—

Neferpitou's attack this time actually showed that he had learned to suppress the revelation of his intentions in the flow of Nen.

"That damned monster...!"

Suddenly losing his "information" support, Mo Laowu felt a chill spread from his spine throughout his body in an instant.

These chills are undoubtedly the manifestation of the aura of death.

Or the forehead?

Or somewhere else?

No matter how strong one's instantaneous thinking ability is, it cannot give Mo Laowu the precious time to "make a choice".

When danger was imminent, he could only gamble his life on a decision that was nothing more than flipping a coin, with absolutely no basis for his actions.

If you gamble wrong, you will die.

Mo Laowu, his face covered in sweat, held his pipe across his chest, exposing his vital organs above his neck.

Bang!

The next instant, I heard a loud bang as metal shattered.

Mo Laowu's eyes seemed to thaw out of the freeze of time at this moment, barely moving downwards, and then he saw the shattered pieces of the pipe.

And amidst the scattered fragments, Neferpitou's face held a hint of satisfaction.

Mo Laowu knew...

That's the reaction of "solving the difficult problem".

But mixed in with the sense of satisfaction was a hint of ruthless killing intent.

"It's over..."

Mo Laowu was filled with despair.

It wasn't because he was about to die here, but because he simply couldn't see the limits of what this monster possessed.

"You're still pretty strong."

Neferpitou didn't care whether Morel could hear the praise for his prey. His claws, imbued with solidified psychic power, pierced through the death line and aimed directly at Morel's vital heart.

But at this critical moment.

Both Mo Laowu and Neferbitt's bodies underwent displacement simultaneously.

More accurately, it was two fists that flew through the air, striking them from opposite directions.

The owner of these two fists was none other than Xiu Tuo, whose expression was completely different at this moment.

He did not do this through "reaction".

It was Neferpitou's pause of less than three seconds to think that gave him a premonition of what "might happen" next.

So, anticipating the situation, he moved both fists into the fray in time, one aimed at Mo Laowu's right waist and abdomen, and the other at Mo Laowu's front, which hit Neferpitou's left elbow.

"If I guess wrong, it will only mean that my master has to move out of his seat."

This is why Xiu Tuo was so decisive.

It's like going from one extreme to another.

All the hesitation of the past has now turned into unparalleled decisiveness.

Thanks to his timely rescue, Morel and Neferpitou passed each other by.

"The Dark Hotel"

Shuto activated his ability, storing Neferpitou's injured elbow inside the inn.

"We...will win!"

Xiutuo's eyes were sharper than ever before, like knives.

(End of this chapter)