Hunter: I became stronger even after I died.

Chapter 454 The Zoldyck Ghosts Are About to Return

The ability of Starburst Condensation, which was initially discovered by Moro, was to replicate the physical skills of targets within its domain.

It was with this ability that he stole the Zoldyck family's footwork and limb movements from Kurt.

At that time, he only had experience in manipulating psychic energy, but lacked the corresponding physical strength.

Therefore, even if one can effortlessly replicate the limb flexion, one still has to expend more energy to support the actual application of this footwork.

Now, even when facing Netero's Hundred Forms of Guanyin, he can easily replicate the dazzling palm techniques in the twists and turns of the offensive and defensive exchanges, and use them on the spot without any hesitation.

Just like just now—

With just a slight thought, he naturally and perfectly executed the eighth palm strike of the Hundred Forms of Guanyin.

However, this ability to learn and apply knowledge on the spot is by no means the most terrifying aspect of the Starburst Condensation.

In the process of recording and replicating the information of the Hundred Forms of Guanyin Palm, Moro will surely be able to see through the only flaw in Netero's countless palm shadows, thanks to the real-time feedback of the starlight condensation.

It may sound unbelievable, but it's true...

In this relatively short exchange, Moro memorized every single palm strike of the Hundred Styles of Guanyin and thoroughly analyzed the moves and their trajectories.

Finally, by utilizing the ability to greatly enhance practical skills, Kuroko Mai naturally and at the perfect moment, with the perfect palm strike, delivered the attack into the myriad palm shadows.

of course.

All of this is contingent on Moro being able to evade the Hundred Styles of Guanyin's rapid and relentless attacks.

In fact, he had many other ways to win.

The reason he chose to retaliate by replicating the palm technique stemmed from what he had said to Netero before the fight.

Have you ever chased after someone?

"..."

When the Hundred Forms of Guanyin - Eight Palms, formed from concentrated spiritual energy, struck Netero's body, this sentence came to mind.

When martial artists clash, their thoughts flow with their movements as their fists and feet collide, and they may occasionally read each other's thoughts.

In the instant Netero was struck and sent flying, he vaguely discerned Morrow's intention from Morrow's deliberate "battle choice."

This is to let his old bones...

From then on, he focused his energy on "catching up" and stopped stubbornly trying to stop By-Yang De or anyone else.

"Hoo ho..."

If Netero were to accept arrangements made by others so easily, he wouldn't be Netero.

Om-!
The condensed energy vibrated violently, rubbing against the air and emitting a low hum.

Immediately afterwards, the solemn and majestic Hundred Forms of Guanyin suddenly reappeared.

Its broad and compassionate golden palms closed like lotus flowers, steadily catching Netero as he was sent flying.

Using this move to stabilize himself, Netero gained a faster opportunity to counterattack.

He paid no attention to the blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, clasped his hands together, and prayed silently.

A slight buzzing sound came again.

The Hundred-Style Guanyin's bamboo-like arms converged from all directions, carrying a terrifying aura, transforming into dazzling golden rays that swept towards Moro.

So what if they try to avoid it?
So what if it gets cracked?

Even if one is old and frail, even if one is at a disadvantage, even if one's moves are no longer effective...

Netero still believed in his Hundred Forms of Guanyin without hesitation.

This has long transcended the calculation of superiority or inferiority, victory or defeat.

This is the purest will and belief of a martial artist.

He poured everything into this offensive.

Faced with Netero's palm strike imbued with intense willpower, Moreau maintained the form of Starlight Condensation: Black Dots of Thought, but precisely narrowed its range of effect to match the attack distance of the Hundred Style Guanyin.

The reduction in range resulted in a significant increase in precision.

Immediately afterwards——

He walked forward as if strolling in a garden, facing the sky full of golden palm shadows, his arm repeatedly reaching forward.

That posture was like parting the willow branches swaying in the lake breeze.

But the arc-shaped waves of thought that burst forth from the edge of his palm accurately struck the incoming golden giant palm, guiding them one by one to the sides of his body.

Thud, thud, thud...!
The golden hands that had been pushed aside slammed heavily onto the ground beside Moro, instantly cracking the ground.

Amidst the flying sand and gravel, Moro continued his stride toward Netero without stopping.

"..."

Witnessing his offensive, imbued with intense willpower, being so easily neutralized, Netero's pupils contracted slightly, and a hint of silence flashed in his eyes.

But he was not discouraged.

Those missed palm strikes vanished into specks of psychic energy in the next moment.

With its unparalleled speed of expansion and contraction, the golden Guanyin solidified once more, unleashing a second, even more concentrated wave of palm strikes upon Moro with lightning speed.

Pointless.

With the "final piece of the puzzle" in hand, Moro is far beyond the reach of the "current" Netero.

The strength of muscles and bones, the physical condition, and the scale of mental energy.

These real differences are also the key to determining victory or defeat.

Moro's arm remained steady as he moved forward. No matter how tricky the angle of the Hundred Forms Guanyin's palm strikes was, each time he deflected the palm, the resulting arc of mental energy accurately deflected the incoming palm strikes.

Even after the final strike of the Hundred Styles of Guanyin was deflected, Moro pushed forward with his right hand.

A surge of energy erupted from his palm, condensing into a powerful mental palm that completely enveloped Netero.

Bang!
The dull thud echoed all around.

Netero was sent flying backward, his blood leaving a glaring trail in the air.

This time, the golden Guanyin did not appear again to gently support his flying body.

As his consciousness began to fade, Netero let out only a long sigh.

He had been waiting.

Once Moro uses his teleportation ability to attack his weakness, he can trigger the Zero Palm, which contains counterattack properties.

Therefore, he firmly believed that the 99 attacks of the Hundred Forms of Guanyin would force Moro to the "node" where he had to make a choice.

But unexpectedly...

Moro had a complete grasp of all of the Hundred Styles of Guanyin's attack trajectories.

So much so that he couldn't even force Moro to make a choice.

"In the end... I can't deny that I'm getting old."

As Netero flew backward, his face seemed to age even more at that moment.

Chase after them...

But what can this aging body rely on to catch up?

Bang!
Nitero crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

In front of the cabin.

Lin Nie pursed his lips slightly.

Based on her experience, she could already conclude that the battle was over.

She silently quickened her pace, heading towards the spot where Netero had fallen.

As she passed Morrow, she glanced at him sideways and said in a calm, even tone, "You expect... to wake Isaac up like this?"

The only advantage of living long enough is that you can see things more clearly.

As an observer, she had long understood Moro's intentions, but she was also aware of Netero's obsession.

"Can't you wake him up?"

In response to her question, Moro simply asked a question in return in a soft voice.

Lin Nie shook his head slightly, a trace of helplessness flashing in his cloudy eyes.

“Isaac… he’s an Enhancer.” With a soft sigh, Lin Nie slowly walked past Moro and continued forward.

Watching her retreating figure as she walked towards Netero, Moro couldn't help but sigh softly.

Is it the deep-seated stubbornness of the Enhancement type...?

It seems unlikely that persuading Netero to abandon his plan to prevent others from traveling to the Dark Continent will be successful.

All I can say is that everyone has their own path to follow.

Even so, Moro still wanted to try again.

He did not leave, but stayed in the cabin, waiting for Netero to wake up.

When Netero awoke from his coma, the first thing he saw was Moro sitting quietly by the bedside.

"Hmph... cough cough, did you stay here especially to wait for me to wake up..."

Netero coughed a few times, his expression unusually calm, and slowly shook his head, saying, "There's no need to persuade me anymore, I won't change my mind."

"Is such persistence truly meaningful?"

Moro gazed at Netero's somewhat listless face and said:
"You can only stop them temporarily. You were able to persuade V5 to stop back then, but now, I can tell you clearly that even without Yang De leading the way, the Kakin Empire, which is not part of the V5 system, will eventually announce its invasion of the Dark Continent."

"..."

Netero was silent for a moment, then simply replied, "Just do your best."

"I understand."

Moro shook his head slightly, stood up from his chair, and said, "I should be heading to the Dark Continent soon."

Upon hearing this, a flicker of emotion crossed Nitero's eyes.

He can stop Byang, and he can stop Kim.

But that couldn't stop Moro now.

Without pausing, Morrow continued:

"My goal is Nitromi. If the operation goes smoothly, I might be able to bring back a few more. If... I mean, if, would a single Nitromi that could restore your vitality to its peak be enough to change your decision?"

"Hmph, putting aside whether you can find Nitromi... are you confident you can solve at least 'one disaster'?"

Netero's expression suddenly turned serious.

That's why he persisted.

Moro could not answer.

Looking across the entire world, no one dares to claim that they can resolve the disaster affecting at least one of the Dark Continents.

Moro suddenly remembered that in the original story, after Netero sacrificed himself in the Chimera Ant incident, he entrusted the Twelve Zodiacs to go to the Dark Continent in the form of a will, requiring them to be one step ahead of Yang and bring back a hope from the Dark Continent and solve a disaster.

But behind that commission, the deeper intention might be the hope that the twelve earthly branches could "defeat" Byonde in this way.

It was as if achieving this goal would completely crush Byangde's spirit and strip him of everything.

"Just do your best."

Moro returned the words verbatim and then turned and left.

Netero silently watched his retreating figure.

If he weren't powerless, he would have stopped Moro at all costs when he learned that Moro was determined to go to the Dark Continent.

After a while.

Moro stepped out of the cabin and found Lin Nie standing quietly not far away, as if he was waiting for him.

Hearing footsteps, Lin Nie slowly raised his head and looked at Moro, who was walking out of the house.

"Consider this a thank you gift."

She slowly took out a manual.

Moro didn't ask why she thanked him; his gaze fell directly on the booklet.

Lin Nie explained, "These are some observations I recorded after my second exploration of the Dark Continent with Isaac and the others years ago. They might be helpful for your future journey."

A hint of regret crept into her voice as she continued:

"However, most of what I recorded was related to ingredients. As for information about the dangers, Jag, who had the habit of keeping a diary, should have recorded it in more detail... It's just a pity that his diary was lost on the second return trip from the Dark Continent."

"Thank you. In any case, this manual is very important to me."

Moro took the booklet from Lin Nie's hands.

The pages exude an antique feel, yet show almost no signs of wear.

Clearly, this elderly gourmet hunter not only frequently peruses the book, but also carefully nourishes it with Nen every time he touches it.

It is only after many years that this manual has been kept in such good condition.

After carefully putting the booklet away, Moro said half-jokingly, "I thought you, like the Guild Master, didn't want anyone to touch that forbidden continent."

“It’s different. Isaac pursues individual strength where there is a winner and a loser, but I’m different from Jag…”

Lin Nie's voice was deep and calm:
"The dangers of the Dark Continent certainly made us tremble with fear, but they also gave us an indescribable shock. During that thrilling journey, we developed a deep longing for that land that cannot be described in words."

Lin Nie paused for a moment at this point.

Whether it was a misperception or not, Moro saw a fleeting trace of resentment on her face.

"Unfortunately, our capabilities are limited. Not only are we unable to truly resolve the disaster, but without Netero's help, we wouldn't even be able to cross that 'threshold'."

Lin Nie sighed softly and said, "In the end, as Netero lost interest in this matter, even though I was unwilling, I could only let go of this thought. Oh, by the way, I haven't told you who Jugg is yet. He's from the Zoldyck family..."

Once the conversation started, Lin Nie recounted many past events.

Throughout, Moreau listened quietly, hoping to glean some useful information.

Lin Nie looked at Moro, who was listening quietly, and finally sighed softly:
“Before Netero came to me, I hadn’t spoken for several years. Although I don’t believe in fate, perhaps all the words I haven’t spoken over the years were meant to stay in this moment.”

"Thank you."

Moro's only response was to thank him.

He left the lakeside cabin with the handbook and the spiritual support that Lin Nie had intentionally or unintentionally given him.

When Lin Nie talked about the Dark Continent, he mentioned various things about Jage, but he never mentioned Jage's current whereabouts.

She didn't say.

Moro didn't ask any questions.

What he found regrettable was that Lin Nie said Jage's diary, which might contain a lot of important information, had been lost...

………………

Deep within the Zoldyck family mansion at Kukuroku Mountain.

The dim light stretched out distorted shadows in the deathly silence.

The family members, led by Silba, were all gathered here, except for Maha and Kert.

Their eyes were all focused on Alluka...

Or rather, it's about Nika.

The hollow facial features appeared even more eerie in the dim light, yet a surge of vibrant life energy was flowing from the hands of this ominous being, slowly infusing into Ziponian's body.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Zipanian's arm, which had been destroyed by Xisuo, regrowed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Incredible... It actually skipped the 'request' stage and granted the monster's wish directly!"

Mi Ji witnessed this scene and was deeply shocked.

He first glanced at Nanika, who was already locked onto by a subtle killing intent, then turned to look at Killua, whose face was gloomy and who was firmly restrained by his father.

"I almost got beaten to death by my dad for wishing for a computer... I never imagined that Killua could avoid all the risks with just one command!"

He cursed inwardly, "That bastard Killua actually has such privileges hidden away!"

As his thoughts raced, Miki suddenly realized...

After this test, it's time for...

His gaze secretly fell on Kikyo.

The next command test is to bring back Illumi, right?

But is it really possible to do something like this?
(End of this chapter)