Becoming the Supreme Will starting from Hunter x Hunter

"what…"

Netero blew on his little finger after picking his ear, then, as if just realizing something, looked at Oboro and said, "Did I make you misunderstand? Don't think so much... Actually, even if you wanted to become a Hunter to take advantage of the Association, that's perfectly normal, and I personally welcome it... If you can do that, that would be even better!"

"Tsk."

Oboro exhibited his characteristic reaction when he was unhappy.

This old man... is a bit annoying.

Netero's usual personality is like that of an old child. The twelve Zodiac members in the association, including Pariston, are actually his 'playmates,' as are Bisky. Here, 'playmates' refers to... those who can amuse him.

Long didn't want to be targeted by this old guy before even joining the association...

"Oh no! I suddenly remembered there's something I haven't done yet... Thank you for coming to see me, bye-bye, I'll be going now! Talk to you later..." Having made up her mind, Long's expression changed, she suddenly slapped her forehead, and said in an anxious tone.

Then, he waved his hand and turned to run away.

But the instant he turned around, Netero suddenly appeared behind him in a bizarre manner. "Heh heh... you impolite little fellow. I'm an old man of considerable age, and I came all this way just to see you... and you're leaving me here all alone after barely exchanging a few words..."

"You sound so happy... it doesn't seem as bad as you said..."

The edge of his sunglasses obscured half of his eye, revealing a serious expression.

Almost as soon as Netero got close, he unleashed his Nen.

Because... the old man was deliberately provoking him, challenging him...

Swish!

In an instant, Oboro assumed a fighting stance and suddenly turned around. A black shadow exploded in front of Oboro, and his two arms, like swirling iron rods, slammed towards the position where Netero was.

Unsurprisingly, only air currents were stirred up...

Long's vision brightened, and looking up, he saw that the old man had taken off his sunglasses and put them on his face. He hopped back on one foot and said happily, "Heh heh... Not only do you not care about lonely old people, but now you're even going to take action..."

After saying that, he curiously fiddled with his sunglasses. "How do I look? Do they fit me...?"

"Looks like there's no escaping it... I knew you weren't here for anything good... You could have just said you wanted to test my skills..." After missing her attack, Long stood still, slowly took off her coat, rolled up her sleeves, and unleashed her Nen to its maximum.

A thought flashed through his mind.

Bisky tricked me!

That old woman!

Clearly a form of retaliation...

Meanwhile, a blonde girl shopping in a commercial street far away was whistling, her face full of joy.

"Hehehe... I haven't exercised in a long time either, my old arms and legs are getting stiff, it's rare to meet a junior who can play around and help me loosen up my bones... You wouldn't refuse such a small request from an old man, would you?" Netero also started to move his shoulders, then changed the subject, "Besides, aren't you enjoying it quite a bit? Your expression says it all..."

Indeed, Oboro's expression was filled with excitement and a burning fighting spirit.

That didn't mean the same thing as his dissatisfied tone.

"To be able to fight against the most powerful Nen user in the world is truly invaluable!"

Oboro walked towards Netero step by step.

"I'm getting old... If it were decades ago, I would still dare to call myself the strongest... but not now. There are more and more outstanding juniors like you, and I will have to hand over the reins sooner or later."

Nitero said something that seemed rather modest.

Then, his aura suddenly intensified, his voice and tone changing, "Before that... you all have the ability to make me step down... If you can't, then you'd better stay obediently below! It's not just you little brats who have ambitions..."

Whoosh!

His response was a sharp, piercing sound, followed by a cold, unyielding gaze.

61. The Old Man's View (5K Long Chapter)

“You’ve been up in the mountain for too long; it’s time to come down…”

Oboro approached Netero and spoke in a cold voice.

His lower body sank, and his black suit pants were immediately stretched taut by his muscles.

At the same time, the surge of mental energy throughout the body suddenly contracted, causing a flowing 'armor' to form on the surface of the body.

"Oh?"

Netero remained unhurried, as if he had seen something very interesting... He chuckled.

I'll crush you!

A belief stirred within Long, and her gaze became incredibly firm at that moment.

He first raised one hand, then bent his other elbow, and in an instant, like a spring compressed to its limit, he unleashed a powerful punch at the old man in front of him.

Divine Fist!

“His Nen wasn’t entirely concentrated in his hands; instead, he was using his strength for overall defense, preventing me from countering him. Not a single bit of Nen leaked out, which increased the density of Nen in his fist… His control over Nen was quite good, and his Nen technique was very skillful. Most importantly… when he fought Bisky, his Nen was different…” Netero’s thoughts shifted.

He raised his arm and blocked Oboro's punch.

With a loud bang, the two men collided, and the floor beneath their feet immediately cracked open in concentric circles, the cracks continuing to spread.

Countless tiny fragments float in the air…

Long's suit trousers were also torn to shreds in an instant...

“Although it’s a fist technique, the key is in the lower limbs…” The wind generated by this exchange caused Netero’s silver-white eyebrows and hair to dance wildly, his long sleeves to roll up, revealing what appeared to be a slender and withered half of his arm. Although his expression was relaxed, his eyes held a hint of caution as he glanced at Oboro’s legs.

Bang bang bang!

But Oboro's attack was far more swift and terrifying than the old man had imagined!

After the first punch, countless dense fist shadows came rushing over.

The power and the release of energy in each strike are no less than the first!

Oboro is giving it his all!

Oboro's fist was swinging, and Netero blocked with his hands crossed... No matter how fast or how powerful Oboro's fist was, it could not break through his defense.

Suddenly, Netero changed his move, reaching into Oboro's fist shadow with one hand. His fingers precisely touched Oboro's wrist. Although the movement looked very slow, he was able to make contact with the target before Oboro could hit him.

Just as he was about to grab her... Oboro's arm recoiled as if electrocuted, but Netero's attack continued unabated as he flicked his finger toward Oboro's face.

However, his opponent had vanished…

"Good form!"

Netero narrowed his eyes.

Behind him, a whip-like leg transformed into a giant black axe, slashing diagonally towards his neck.

It's not just about martial arts skills, but also the timing of releasing Nen techniques; they complement each other.

The aura vanished in an instant, and the movement technique shifted...

"Young people...they really don't understand respect for the elderly or care for the young at all..."

The old man grumbled, then swung his arm out, his hand gripping Long's ankle like a shackle.

But as if he had anticipated his movements, Oboro struck Netero's hand with a finger, like a needle.

The next second, there was another crisp sound.

The two separated, about ten meters apart.

Netero's right sleeve was mostly torn off, the gap being cut into a smooth, straight line. To the untrained eye, it looked as if it had been cut off with scissors and landed at his feet.

"Diverse martial arts techniques...they don't all seem to belong to the same school, they look somewhat familiar...but..."

"I've never seen this before. Did you teach yourself?" Netero feigned surprise, stroked his beard, and asked with a smile as he looked at Oboro, who had distanced himself from him.

When the old man was young, he visited many martial arts schools, and his experience and knowledge were unfathomable.

He could discern the essence of several well-known martial arts schools across the continent, or the fighting techniques that had evolved over the years, and judge the corresponding fighting styles with just a glance... As the saying goes, all things change but the essence remains the same, and many martial arts techniques have commonalities.

All of Long's methods are killing techniques refined by tempering a certain part of the body and then polishing the moves... What's different is that he seems to have incorporated some of his own understanding into them, mixed with some shadows of other martial arts, which increased the power and efficiency of the original techniques.

"call…"

Long took a deep breath to calm himself down.

A fine sheen of sweat had formed on his forehead…

The sudden burst of energy and the relentless attack still failed to reveal the slightest weakness in the old man.

Unlike Bisky, in addition to his 'forged' body, the old man's martial arts were unfathomable. In fact, when he threw the first punch, he had a premonition... Netero saw the flaw in his move!

Bisky's strength lies in her physique, but Netero gives Oboro the feeling that in addition to her physique, she also possesses immeasurable martial arts experience and close combat skills! The old man completed the analysis the moment the move was made... Moreover, although Oboro's use of Nen techniques is thorough, she still has to devote some of her mental energy and physical strength to it.

In contrast, Netero's control over his thoughts showed no 'intention'; it was as if controlling his thoughts was as natural as breathing, an integral part of his being.

Long glanced at Netero's hand; the skin he had just poked with his powerful finger didn't even have a red mark left...

Not only is his physical strength impenetrable, but his psychic defense is also flawless.

It's hard to imagine what kind of terrifying power could be contained within such a short and frail body...

"what happened?"

Seeing that he didn't speak, Netero grinned and scratched the back of his head: "Didn't you just say that the old man was going to go down the mountain... and you've already given up?"

Step!

As soon as he finished speaking, several afterimages flashed by, making it difficult to pinpoint his true form. He left behind only deep pits on the ground, crushed by his footsteps.

Immediately afterwards, a breath landed in front of Netero.

He threw another punch.

"It's useless now... The same move, if you can't get it right away..."

Netero smiled and reminded him, but before he could finish speaking, Oboro's fist suddenly paused and changed several times!

Over the past few years, Longjiang has absorbed and learned from the masters he has encountered and the outstanding martial arts techniques and experiences he has witnessed, integrating the valuable aspects of their skills with his own... This is part of his growth! And it is also the reason why he craves battle!

The fist was already pressed against the old man's abdomen, touching the material of his clothes...

"Hehehe..."

Unexpectedly, what seemed like a successful move was neutralized by the insertion of a palm.