Becoming the Supreme Will starting from Hunter x Hunter

The old man still cares a lot about his reputation.

……

The last day of the three months.

A gentle breeze rustled the grass, and Oboro's clothes were tattered; his suit jacket had long been thrown away.

He finished his meditation, awoke from his meditative state, and slowly stood up.

Then, his heart contracted, increasing its power to deliver even more robust blood to his entire body... All his organs seemed to be awakened in an instant, entering a specific 'working mode' and state along with his breathing through his nose and mouth.

"The final encounter..."

He muttered something under his breath and looked across at the other side.

The elderly Nitero, with his back to the rising sun, walked step by step.

His gaze was solemn, and he was staring at him seriously as he stretched his shoulders.

"Defeat you!"

The next second, Long opened his eyes, revealing the purest form of will.

The spiritual power resonating across the body surface surged instantly.

"I won't lose, little guy."

For the first time, Netero gave Oboro a cold laugh, his expression... fierce.

Whoosh!

As soon as he finished speaking, a large amount of grass clippings and soil flew up and rushed out, sweeping over Netero's head.

At this moment, the two men's auras were fully revealed.

101. Ran away

Battles between Nen abilities are not complicated.

The different Nen abilities determine the different fighting styles.

Oboro has always focused on close combat and physical strength because anyone who can set foot on the Dark Continent and return safely is a potential threat.

No flesh and blood is immune to abnormalities...

Furthermore, when facing a creature of the Ant King's caliber, all those fancy Nen abilities are useless.

It's not that Nen ability is inadequate; on the contrary, both ability and physical condition are crucial... neither can be neglected.

In most cases, however, many Nen users tend to neglect their physical bodies and rely too much on their Nen abilities…

Snapped!

Long's two arms were crossed in front of her chest. The terrifying strength and body temperature even caused her fingertips to trace white marks in the air.

The fierce finger strikes seemed intent on tearing the old man to shreds.

But Netero raised an arm and took the hit head-on. Oboro's fingers cut through the old man's Nen power on his arm, leaving bloodstains on his skin... Immediately afterward, he was punched in the abdomen, which almost caused his Nen power to explode, and he flew off the ground.

However, his body had only flown a few meters before he disappeared from Netero's sight, before he even landed.

This is just one snapshot from the countless encounters between the two.

The old man also disappeared at the same time...

On the ground, bursts of air explosions rose and fell, coming from different directions.

Long Cuo appeared behind Netero and unleashed a divine punch.

An elderly man with white hair arrived first, turning his indifferent face and throwing a punch in return.

The two fists collided, and a sharp pain shot through Oboro's arm...

He didn't change color; as he retreated, the fingers of his other hand touched Netero's elbow.

This gesture made the other person squint.

This wasn't the first time Oboro had used the cover of a technique to touch his body with her fingers... but the effect was very weak.

Based on his understanding of Oboro, he wouldn't do something so meaningless, so Netero believed there must be something fishy going on.

Long pulled away, feeling the pain in his arm, and exhaled a long breath.

Netero reduced his strength to the same level as him, including the amount of energy and the intensity of his Nen... as well as the relaxation and strength of his body muscles.

Even so, some things simply cannot be changed…

He's a Conjuration type, while the old man is an Enhancement type; in terms of attack attributes alone, he's already won.

And then there's experience...

These are the only two gaps.

Of course, the old man also has his weaknesses.

The former probably hasn't really fought with anyone in a long time... and is not in good condition.

The previous sparring and battles did little to help Netero regain his form, mainly because the intensity was insufficient.

It was only in the last ten days or so that the old man's demeanor changed, especially his eyes...

Another point is that the old man was not clear about his own 'arsenal'.

Since it's not a battle of Nen abilities, Oboro is ready to try out the new technique he's learned... which is also a special technique that the system recommended he could practice!

He hasn't even mastered the basics yet, and his application of this technique is still somewhat immature... If it works on Netero, it will surely become a deadly move comparable to breathing techniques in the future.

Thinking it over, the two set off at the same time again...

Their punches and kicks were incredibly destructive... The old man was clearly superior.

After a few more minutes of maneuvering, Longhan...

Drenched in sweat, he dodged aside...

Netero's breathing was also slightly rapid; the intensity of this battle was on a completely different level from the previous ones.

"It seems you're still going to lose..."

Netero laughed.

He had some minor injuries, but compared to him, Oboro, although not bleeding, was in worse condition.

My spiritual energy is almost depleted...

Because Oboro needs more mental energy and effort to defend and dodge his attacks.

The extent to which both sides have been exhausted is different.

"Is that so... Never make hasty judgments until the very last moment. You should understand this better than I do, right?"

Sweat streamed down his face, dripping onto his feet, as he forced himself to continue.

How many more times can you raise your hand?

“And your ankle… it must be quite sore right now, right? If you just gave up, neither of us would have to work so hard… We originally agreed that I was going to train you. Now I’m in a bit of a bind, and I have to take it seriously… Young people should learn to know when to stop, why be so stubborn? Bullying an old man will get you scolded if word gets out.” Netero’s hair was also loosened.

His hair fell across the corners of his eyes, and his gaze swept over Long's arms and legs as he spoke, word by word.

"You seemed to enjoy it when you bullied me."

After saying that, Long once again burst into speed and appeared beside the old man.

With his body in a semi-squatting position, he intended to strike Netero's neck with a chop at an odd, curved angle.

"You've slowed down..."

Nitero remained calm and raised his hand to block.

"Even though I'm slower, it doesn't mean you can stop me..."

"Long said softly."

"Ok?"

The next second, Netero's pupils contracted.

The problem has been discovered.

A sudden tingling sensation ran through his arm, and he instantly lost consciousness.

Snapped!

Immediately, Oboro's hand chops struck the weakest point of his psychic power in his neck without any hesitation.

Upon being struck, Netero shuddered as if electrocuted, spitting out saliva.

He looked shocked.

It's clear that... Oboro didn't hold back at all.

Oboro naturally wouldn't let this opportunity pass. He swung out his other hand, his two fingers like long nails, aiming for Netero's eyes.

Then... Oboro, who had been smiling, suddenly changed color, leaped back, and looked at Netero, who was standing there with his hair standing on end.

The old man's aura caused the surrounding ground to tremble slightly.

The old man broke down...

Although it was impossible for Oboro to actually harm the old man's eyes.

However, the hostility he released, including the will revealed by his telekinesis, caused Netero to instinctively stop suppressing his strength in the critical moment.

This is a subconscious reaction!

Upon sensing the danger, Oboro immediately retreated...

A bit scary!

In the distance, Netero raised his conscious hand to cover his neck, where he had been struck by the Oboroguruma sword. His face showed the resentment of a child who had lost a game. "You really don't hold back..."

After saying that, he put away his thoughts and sighed softly, "Well... you win."

"What do you mean I won... Just now, if you were really my enemy, you would be blind by now... I was just testing you. If I had attacked your weak point, you might have collapsed..." Long clicked his tongue.

"You clearly caught me off guard..."