Hunter: I became stronger even after I died.

Chapter 61 Hisoka, you lose.

The offensive release system and the materialization system that focuses on equipment will inevitably gather more mental energy on the dominant hand before using their abilities.

The energy gathered by a person with materialized abilities is relatively soft but with a hint of sharpness.

The releasing system needs to release more mental energy, so its form will inevitably appear sharp and offensive.

This can be considered a characteristic that users with Release-type abilities must display in battle.

Even someone as skilled as Genuo cannot conceal his intentions at this stage.

I'm afraid only someone at Netero's level can do this.

Based on Moro's gathered energy form, Hisoka initially judged that Moro was a user of the Release system.

"It's not a good habit to steal other people's prey."

When he responded, Hisoka could hardly suppress the urge to attack.

Moro looked puzzled: "Prey? What prey?"

“Heh, ho ho…”

Hisoka is good at lying, and naturally he is even better at seeing through lies.

But there is no need to see through it from the beginning...

He chased from far away and saw through Moro's true nature at a glance.

similar--

Undoubtedly the same kind.

The afterglow of satisfaction could not deceive him.

If Moro knew what Hisoka was thinking, he would definitely cry out for justice.

He was indeed very satisfied after killing the shadow.

But what satisfied him was not the fighting, but the feedback after the upgrade.

Seeing that Hisoka's aura became sharper with his laughter, Moro no longer wanted to hide it. He raised his right hand, and the sharp aura on it suddenly rotated and shrank.

Under his intentional control and compression, the rotating and contracting mental energy took on a slightly flat shape, with fluorescent green light flowing at the edge.

"It's not a good habit to accuse others of stealing people... stealing prey. Besides, letting the prey slip away from under your nose is a sign of incompetence in itself."

"Well……"

Hisoka's eyes curved to the extreme, and he suppressed his voice and said slowly: "I don't deny this, so... can we start loving each other?"

"Let's make a bet..."

Moro suddenly said.

"Hmm?" Hisoka's aura stagnated for a moment, and he asked with interest, "Is this considered 'foreplay'?"

"Correct."

Moro calmly continued, "You can refuse, but if you refuse, I will give up resistance and wait for you to kill me. I think... you probably don't like a one-on-one fight without any reaction, right?"

"..."

Hisoka was rarely silent for a moment.

He could see that Moreau was serious, and his nonchalant attitude when talking about death made his previous statement extremely persuasive.

This is not okay...

It's so boring to be motionless.

Hisoka produced a few playing cards and squinted his eyes as he said, "Let's just treat it as 'foreplay'. I agree. So, what is the content of the bet?"

"Let's bet... whether you can kill me successfully."

Moro stared at Hisoka intently.

After hearing the content of the bet, Hisoka immediately understood and lost interest.

"If by 'foreplay' you mean the chase scene... do you think I can hold back?"

As he spoke, Hisoka put one hand on his waist, intentionally or unintentionally highlighting his hips.

Moro noticed this action of Hisoka that often appeared in the original work, and inevitably saw certain reactions.

But his expression remained calm as he spoke word by word, "As I said just now, letting prey slip away from under your nose is a sign of incompetence."

"..."

This was Hisoka's second silence.

In contrast, the desire in his aura became even stronger.

"if--"

He took a step forward uncontrollably, his golden pupils banishing everything except Morro, and asked, "What if I failed to kill you?"

"One year." Morrow raised his left index finger and said calmly, "If you lose, we will end our 'passionate relationship' immediately and enter a 'cold war period' that will last for one year."

"Oh?"

Hisoka immediately understood the meaning.

After losing, they have to wait a year to resume their passionate relationship and start loving each other (and hurting each other) again.

I don't know if it's an illusion...

Although it was the first time they met and interacted, he unexpectedly felt that the person in front of him was quite in tune with him.

It would be a pity to kill him like this.

but,
I can’t stand it. I can’t stand it.

Must be killed here.

My mood at the moment is strongly demanding this result.

Hisoka couldn't help but lick his lips with his tongue, and said with restraint: "How can we be in a passionate relationship if we don't even know each other's names?"

"Oh, too..."

Morrow nodded and gave his name: "Morrow."

Hearing Moro's name, Hisoka raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, but he didn't have time to care about that kind of thing now, and said in a trembling voice:
"Hisoka, this is my name. Can we start now?"

"Come."

Moro responded and suddenly threw the slightly flat fluorescent green bullet in his hand towards Hisoka, then quickly retreated to keep some distance.

The corners of Hisoka's mouth stretched to the limit in an instant, and he rushed forward. He dodged the mental bullet by just ducking his body, and then rushed towards Moro with undiminished momentum.

At this moment, every cell in his body was beating with joy.

Moro looked at Hisoka's face, which was a mixture of extreme emotions such as excitement, desire, and demand, and could only secretly admire his top-notch facial expressions.

Although he was thinking, his hands did not stop moving.

Before Hisoka attacked, Moro pinched out a slightly flat mental bullet and threw it behind him.

After making this move, Moro no longer retreated, but instead took the initiative to face Hisoka.

"Ok?"

When Hisoka saw this scene, his sensitive nerves were activated, as if he saw the telekinetic bullet coming back at him.

Almost as a conditioned reflex, he suddenly stopped while rushing and leaned his upper body backwards.

Just at this moment, the returning mental bullet flew past Hisoka's eyes.

"A boomerang-like attack method?"

Relying on his amazing waist strength, Hisoka straightened his body at an extremely fast speed, and then holding the poker in his hand, he was about to paddle towards Moro's life.

However, Moro suddenly leaped into the air and avoided the returning bullet.

But in Hisoka's opinion, his actions were tantamount to seeking death.

While Moro was in the air, Hisoka turned and shot the playing cards in his hand at Moro.

shhhhhh!
The playing cards spun at high speed and flew towards Morrow who had nowhere to hide.

But at this moment——

The mental bullet that Moro had just thrown backwards also came back at a rapid speed.

But its returning trajectory is like that of a swallow flying low over the sky and then soaring upwards.

And it is no longer the target of Moro!

The slightly flat bullet came under Moro.

Moro lowered his body's center of gravity without hesitation, bent his knees and half-crouched on the flat bullet whose area had doubled, and was then lifted up by the bullet and flew upwards.

At this time, the playing card that came one step late only cut open Moro's clothes and had no other effect.

Then, under Hisoka's gaze of amazement, the mental bullet carried Moro into the air like a missile.

Star

It doesn’t just work on humans.

Before running here, Morrow set a star mark on Sparrow.

Then, the second fraudulent flying star was used to connect the directional effect of the star mark, resulting in the current scene.

This is my escape route!

Moro was inexplicably happy and shouted, "Hisoka, you lose."

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(End of this chapter)