Becoming the Supreme Will starting from Hunter x Hunter

"Bot! Natasha! Aren't you two going to make a move?"

"I heard you... What are you yelling for? Let me see what this kid is capable of first..."

Long glanced at the middle-aged man before him, who looked as if facing a formidable enemy, and then at the man holding the short knife.

The guy who hurt himself revealed a playful smile.

These two work together perfectly.

All the battles that Oboro had ever experienced were one-on-one duels. This was the first time he had fought against multiple people... and the enemies were all quite strong.

Long's leg muscles tensed as she tried to stop the bleeding, but it was no use...

"Is that also a skill?"

Opposite him, the middle-aged man and the knife-wielding man stood on the left and right, their figures rapidly crossing and shifting back and forth as they approached him.

……

On the other side, the first floor of the castle.

The man, who had lost an arm, had his clothes stained with blood and his face was pale.

We followed our boss, Phils, to the square hall at the entrance.

They were surrounded by guards.

Kuga, the bespectacled man who had been waiting there, came over and personally draped a trench coat over his boss.

Philsgaru remained calm, a lit cigar still between his fingers, glanced at the heavily injured man, and praised, "Well done!"

And then, that was it…

Someone opened the door for him, and Filsgaru strolled out leisurely.

Seeing the boss leave, the bespectacled man, Kuga, looked at the people in the room and ordered, "Stay here. Not a single fly is allowed to get out until this is over!"

"Yes!"

A group of gang members shouted in unison.

"Treat his wounds."

Someone carrying a medicine box and some medical equipment approached the man who was panting heavily and slumped in a chair, having lost too much blood.

The secretary glanced at the stairs leading to the second floor... her heart still pounding with lingering fear.

Just now... he almost... died.

……

The hall has been turned into a battlefield.

Long was fighting two opponents at once. The middle-aged man frequently attacked him with his fists and feet, while at the same time, hidden sharpness kept coming from all angles.

"The person wielding the knife is quite agile and fast, but physically weak... a typical assassin! This middle-aged man has decent close-combat skills... but he's not an enhancement type." Oboro's brain continued to analyze the data.

"This guy!"

As the captain of the Phils family's security team, middle-aged Sam's mood grew heavier with each battle.

Within minutes, his face was covered in sweat.

He realized that his attacks were completely ineffective against Oboro.

His moves were all easily neutralized... and many of his counterattacks could have been fatal.

However, due to his companions' restraint and the skillful timing of the sneak attack, Oboro had to change his tactics... otherwise, he might have already fallen.

In addition, the target is also diverting their attention to Bot and Natasha outside of the battle.

"asshole!"

Sam cursed inwardly.

According to the plan, the four of them should have attacked Oboro together, but now... Bot and Natasha are just watching the show from the sidelines.

"Aren't you going to take action?"

Long glanced at the two people on the sofa out of the corner of her eye and noticed something fishy.

His movements suddenly became fierce, and his fist collided with the middle-aged man's fist. The latter looked pained and staggered backward... Taking advantage of the situation, Long leaned in and stuck a finger into the middle-aged man's eye socket.

Sure enough... the familiar blade of light slashed down from behind again.

But this time, Oboro instantly used his powerful physique to twist his waist, extend two fingers, and perfectly caught the slashing blade.

His attack on the middle-aged man was a feint; the person he truly wanted to kill was the one right in front of him.

this.

The knife-wielder's abilities are a bit troublesome...

Long realized that not only was the bleeding from his leg wound not stopping, but it was actually widening in the short time that had passed…

The man wielding the knife looked surprised, not expecting Oboro to take the blow head-on; he had always dodged and avoided it before…

He tentatively pulled out the knife and found that the other party's two fingers were like iron clamps, with terrifying strength.

Before he could react, Oboro's large hand had already struck his chest.

In an instant, the Nen user wielding the knife was as if he had been hit by the front of a car; he spat out blood, his feet left the ground, and he flew away.

His body slammed into the metal armored door panel and slid down.

He tried desperately to join the fight, but he couldn't even stand up...

"Nian's defense is very effective..."

Long smiled slightly.

Although the person wasn't killed, they were no longer able to fight.

Behind him, Sam took advantage of the moment when his companion was knocked down to dart into Oboro's blind spot.

"Have the opportunity!"

Seeing that Long hadn't turned around yet, his eyes lit up.

A knuckle protruded from the fist, striking heavily towards the back of Oboro's head.

boom!

Before the attack even touched Oboro's body, a sudden, sharp pain in his abdomen made him dizzy.

With his back to him, as if eyes had sprouted from the back of his head, Long launched an elbow strike.

"Wow!"

The middle-aged man's eyes widened in horror, and he vomited up a mixture of stomach acid and saliva.

Sam lost control of his body, and Oboro suddenly turned around and swung a whip kick, hitting him in the stomach... Then, he pretended to kill him.

However, on Oboro's raised thigh, a heavy, lead-like metal object suddenly appeared, tightening and constricting like a handcuff.

This caused his movements to become sluggish.

"Concretization..."

"I say calmly."

Just a moment ago, the middle-aged man touched his thigh with his hand.

"They didn't launch it immediately; they were saving it as a trump card to catch me off guard..."

The lead weight was heavy, but he could still bear it... However, it did impose certain limitations on him.

This thing... should be indestructible.

The middle-aged man rolled out, damaging many of the decorations in the hall.

"Bot! I don't care what you're up to... if you don't act now, we're all going to die here!" Sam roared, realizing that something was wrong with Bot and Natasha, that despicable couple.

In just a few minutes, the two of them had already reached their limit.

"Pooh!"

Bot stood up from the sofa, his earlier smirk gone. He spat at the middle-aged man, "Useless! I was thinking of using this kid to kill you... but whatever, you're not going to live anyway."

He was planning to use dirty tricks... but he kept hesitating.

Because Oboro's strength is too great... so great that even Bot is unsure whether he can kill Oboro on his own if they suffer casualties.

He understood better than Sam just how impressive Oboro's level of skill was.

Because... he is an Enhancement type.

Conjuration type...possessing combat abilities similar to enhancement type!

This is... somewhat unbelievable.

It's important to understand that most Conjuration abilities are functional. While some are applicable to close combat, they ultimately lack the simple and direct effects of Enhancement abilities.

Although Bot is usually carefree and oblivious, it doesn't mean he's an idiot.

This Oboro is a rare master!

etc.

He clenched his fists, his eyes becoming serious.

“This person is the strongest among the four…” Oboro stared at Bot, narrowing his eyes.

He saw the heavily wounded knife-wielding man, who, after catching his breath, leaned against the door and slowly stood up... Although he was not a threat, he could not be completely ignored.

“When fighting multiple people, the brain has to process more information and data in a short period of time, and the rhythm and intensity are unpredictable. It’s not a single thing… It’s hard to clear the field quickly by relying solely on Nen techniques and physical combat… These people rely more on adapting to the environment to maximize their abilities. If I were an Enhancement type, that would be much easier…” Rumble thought to himself.

A sigh escaped: "Indeed... growth is endless!"

He raised one hand and activated his power.

The game treasure trove for endless fantasists!

A face button appeared in the air.

"Power on!"

"Log in to the game, loading begins!"