Becoming the Supreme Will starting from Hunter x Hunter

"Damn it!"

With a loud thud, Brown smashed the phone.

He was cursing angrily.

He didn't understand why his audio and video recordings, along with notifications to the local gangs, hadn't worked.

"Is it too late..."

Brown's face turned ashen.

He should have reacted immediately!

He had seriously underestimated the 'destructiveness' of the Fels family. Gangs are inherently unruly thugs and scum. They had been suppressed for so long and had long been fed up with all the systems and regulations ordered by the Ten Elders. They were clear-headed. If something really happened, with the Fels family to take the fall, it might not necessarily fall on them.

Conversely, the more competitors in the region fail, the greater their chances of climbing the ranks in the future.

The Fils family...unleashed the 'evil' within the hearts of gangsters!

Evil thoughts were slowly festering, and with time, they became increasingly difficult to suppress… Even if he deployed his own armed forces or army, the impact would be less than before, given his absence! To put it bluntly, he shouldn't have left… He missed the crucial opportunity to extinguish the flames immediately, and now the fire has raged…

What distressed Brown even more was that the discussions, which had lasted for half a month, were still ongoing and he was unable to go back because he was too busy to attend to them!

……

"Master, the Ten Elders have already mobilized a large force to ruthlessly suppress the rebels... Our headquarters has also been attacked and is estimated to be destroyed soon! They immediately began to purge our assets. If other gangs find out about this, they should react quickly and make adjustments accordingly..."

"Your time is limited, you must hurry."

The next day, Oboro revisited the place and went up the mountain alone, arriving at the gate of Brown's palace.

He walked here alone; he didn't take a car.

Listening to David's report on the other end of the phone, Long smiled and hung up.

The vast palace before them was at its weakest point in terms of defenses... Brown's men had almost all come out to fight a bloody battle against the Fels family and the rebels they had recruited... During this period, the Fels family controlled quite a bit of power... but it was just a facade. It would be quite difficult for them to truly confront the Ten Elders' private armed forces... because these armed forces were better equipped.

The weapons they have... some of them can't be obtained simply through the power of the gang.

But attrition and tying down the armed forces, and diverting their main force, is still achievable...

"who?!"

At that moment, several guards at the gate spotted him, shone their flashlights over, and approached with their guns drawn.

"enemy."

Long simply replied with two words.

The next second, with a flick of the finger, several pebbles instantly pierced through the brains of several people, splashing white fluid.

As he strolled through the gate, his figure disappeared into the entrance... A moment later, the piercing sound of gunfire rang out, along with the alarm bells that echoed throughout the palace.

Suddenly, huge and bright high beams lit up from all directions inside the originally dark palace.

A dozen interwoven light curtains illuminated the night as if it were daytime.

Beneath this dazzling sea of ​​white light, within the high walls, at the far end of the empty square, a small figure, accompanied by clear footsteps, slowly approaches.

…standing in the center, he became the focus of attention.

swoosh swish...

Around him, streaks of dark shadows either descended from above or sped towards him, forming a circular formation that surrounded the intruder!

Long smiled faintly, his gaze sweeping over the group. There were eighteen people in total, eighteen Nen users!

Among them was Green, a boy in a baseball cap whom he had met once.

These scents were all very familiar to Oboro.

"Head of the Fils family... what brings you here in the middle of the night?!"

A man with a cold expression and arms crossed said indifferently.

He sniffed lightly, and even from ten meters away, he could still smell the faint scent of blood on the former.

"Isn't that obvious..."

Long appeared very calm.

“Mr. Long… are you sure you don’t want to reconsider? Although you are very strong, we have the advantage in numbers… We don’t know anything about gangsters, nor do we want to… If you turn back now, you can at least live a few more days until the boss comes back and he deals with you personally… If you act now, it’s like you’re bringing forward your death date, which is not a wise decision.” Green grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

"Has everyone else gone out? The original number... should have been more..."

The vague answer was irrelevant to the question.

"Hmm... I've been cleaning up the mess you made... Are you satisfied now?"

A woman scolded him with a displeased expression.

"Calm down, Uka... The real big fish isn't here with us... You should be happy."

Someone was smiling and trying to comfort their companion.

"cut!"

"Most of the people here are from Meteor City, right?"

Long began to unbutton his suit jacket little by little.

"Yes."

Green had a bright smile on his face.

“No wonder… your psychic abilities are all so outstanding… I’m suddenly very interested in your hometown…” Oboro said, taking off his coat and rolling up his sleeves little by little.

As the dozen or so people watched his movements, their fighting spirit and intense killing intent surged forth.

Long bent down and placed the folded clothes on the ground.

Then… his aura exploded, and he looked at them.

"bring it on!"

Before Long could even straighten up after speaking, a ghostly figure flashed behind him, a sharp knife in hand, aimed at the carotid artery in his neck. "Did you really think we'd be interested in waiting for you to tidy up your clothes here? Fool, the battle has already begun!"

boom!

But... halfway through swinging his weapon, a large hand pressed down on his face, causing him to lose control and be slammed heavily into the ground, creating a deep crater.

Then, another cloud of dust rose, and Long's leg sank nearly a foot into the ground, but he didn't step on the person in front of him. The person jumped out of the pit quickly and created distance.

"Such a quick reaction...it seems they were alerted to my attack..."

Having failed, Long pulled his dust-covered foot out and said calmly.

Green's pupils shrank to pinpoints.

His companion dodged the attack, but he was already kneeling on the ground, vomiting blood... not just blood, but also blood clots...

Even with psychic defense, his internal organs were still severely damaged.

This man was even more terrifying than they had imagined!

"You've seen my match footage... right? The Sky Arena... that was six months ago... You don't think I haven't improved at all in the last six months, do you? Aren't you underestimating me...?"

Long noticed the change in Green's expression and teased him.

With a soft "poof," he opened his palm, and a strange human face button materialized in the air beside him.

"Power on!"

"Loading the game..."

The button beeped loudly.

"Go together!"

When Grimm saw that he was about to use his Nen ability, he immediately shouted.

And he was the first to rush over.

In an instant, more than a dozen illusory figures coordinated their attack and charged toward their target.

"A hero... This is my first time drawing one... That's great."

The game has started.

Looking at the enemies sweeping in from all sides, Long chuckled and muttered to himself.

45. Absolute Zero

Bang bang bang!

A group of people blocked all angles from which Oboro could dodge or escape. As soon as Oboro made a move, the three fastest people pounced on him at the same time. In an instant, the four of them exchanged blows like machine guns.

Long displayed the martial arts to its fullest extent. Under the dense attack of several people, his body movements and footwork were still able to shift positions in an extremely narrow space, pulling and pulling almost perfectly... Then, in less than a second, he seized an opening exposed by one of them.

Sink your waist and bend your elbows to unleash a divine punch.

The force of the punch shook the air, causing it to churn and become scorching hot.

But... the three of them jumped aside in an instant, making way for each other.

A figure whose arm transformed into a shield charged forward and took the punch from Oboro head-on.

There was a deafening explosion.

The latter's shield caved in as he pressed forward, and he slid backward for twenty or thirty meters, wearing out the soles of his shoes before regaining his footing. The shield he had raised turned back into his arm, and he looked at Long, shouting with a mixture of astonishment and excitement, "That's awesome!"

The bones in his arm showed signs of slight twisting and breakage.

As he fought off the man, a lithe, leopard-like figure darted past Oboro and disappeared behind him.

A fleeting flash of cold light appeared on Long's body, followed by a gush of blood.

"Hehehe... No matter how strong you are... you can't possibly take on more than a dozen of us at the same time!" The man who had successfully launched the sneak attack licked the brass knuckles on his hands, which were stained with blood, and laughed mockingly.

This person's knuckle duster was not the standard type; it had hidden blades several centimeters long at the tips, and all of Oboro's joints were cut open in an instant.

If the joints are severely damaged, it will inevitably lead to deformed or slowed movements!

These people are fighting with their brains!

They... are treating Oboro as prey, they are hunting!