Becoming the Supreme Will starting from Hunter x Hunter

More than half an hour later, Aldama, who was smoking a cigarette, stopped first. A cloud of yellow sand rose from the scorching desert. He stubbed out the cigarette with his fingers and slowly turned around... looking at the eyebrowless man who had come close and was sticking to him like a piece of chewing gum.

Finks stretched his shoulders, his murderous intent on his face impossible to conceal. "Have you chosen your graveyard yet?"

Al-Dama had intentionally lured him here, and both sides were well aware of each other's intentions.

“Not bad… at least wait a bit… your screams won’t be heard.” Finks cracked his knuckles like firecrackers, barely able to contain his excitement, and sneered.

Have you thought about the consequences?

Aldama asked casually.

"You mean the Hunter Association? Heh... Don't worry, I won't leave any evidence after I kill you." Phinks sneered.

"idiot."

Aldama shook his head. "Conflicts or fights between examinees and examiners are within the association's expectations... In other words, whether you kill me or I kill you, we will not bear any responsibility. It is just a simple personal grudge and will not involve others... The question is, are you prepared to die?"

"certainly!"

Phinks trailed off excitedly, "I can't wait to hear your next wail... I'll let you enjoy it..."

"To make sure you die knowing why, I might as well tell you... I am a one-star criminal hunter in the association, so when I first saw you and your companion, my intuition and experience reminded me that you two are definitely scum... You've probably done a lot of things, and you smell extremely filthy."

With a ripping sound, Aldama tore open his black t-shirt with his hands, revealing his muscular upper body.

Spread your hands out and let the fabric drift away in the wind.

“I’ve seen many guys even more reckless than you… but when they fall into my hands, they all become much more obedient.” Aldama revealed a bloodthirsty smile.

Phinks's eyes darkened at these words. "Then... I'm even more looking forward to it!"

Just as the battle was about to break out, suddenly, Al-Dama's cell phone rang in his pocket.

The man took out his phone and crushed it.

“You should have taken it…it might have saved your life.” Finks realized something.

"unnecessary."

Al-Dama replied with three words.

Whoosh.

The next second, the two of them went berserk in unison, their figures colliding angrily, kicking up sand and gravel beneath their feet.

"This is interesting... They're all Enhancement types."

On the other side, Oboro had already arrived at the edge of the battlefield. Shielding his head from the sunlight, he looked at the two figures whose psychic powers were intertwined, his eyes lit up, and he smiled.

One-star hunter!

sure…

The association's star rating does not represent strength, but only indicates the person's achievements and contributions in the relevant field... But even becoming a one-star member is not that simple, at least it reflects a certain level of professionalism.

boom!

The two had barely exchanged blows when, less than a minute later, Finks was struck in the abdomen by Aldama's knee, spitting out saliva. He was then kicked away... Aldama flashed like a black shadow above his airborne opponent, crossing his arms and striking the eyebrowless man in the back with a hammer-like motion.

In a critical moment, Finks delivered a karate chop to Aldama's carotid artery, and Aldama, sensing the danger, changed his move to defend himself.

This allowed Finks to escape danger and land safely.

Otherwise, having just been hit by a charged attack... he would have been seriously injured even if he didn't die.

“Hmm… We’re both Enhancement types, but I don’t have the advantage in terms of energy, and there’s no significant difference in physical attributes. In fact, I’m even weaker than my opponent… Most importantly, the enemy has more combat experience than me… This is going to be difficult…” Long smiled as she looked at Phinks.

This guy ran into a brick wall...

From Oboro's perspective, neither side held back... both were determined to kill!

But Phinks was clearly at a disadvantage, being suppressed in every way... This examiner was a typical practical fighter, experienced, and had a unique Nen ability; when he was hit by Phinks's fist, it had a 'recoil' effect.

Based on his experience, Oboro had already detected the 'dangerous elements'.

I wonder if Phinks has discovered it yet...

The force or the rebound of an attack is just an illusion... to mislead the opponent.

Aldama's true Nen ability is 'absorbing and storing'.

To put it simply, it's about absorbing the opponent's attacks... As the battle goes on and you get hit more often, the amount of power you accumulate increases, and then you find an opportunity to unleash it all at once!

Because, for many of the attacks, Aldama could have clearly dodged or blocked them, but he... didn't.

Even though the battle has only just begun... the information released by both sides already reveals clues.

Al-Dama selectively endures damage…

At this point, it depends on which side can complete the correct parsing first and then carry out the corresponding processing and adjustments!

On the field, Aldama beckoned to the slightly disheveled Finks with his finger, his mockery unmistakable.

66. The trade between the big and small foxes

When powerful Nen users clash, it's not a back-and-forth battle; it might just be a simple mistake that gets caught out... and the fight is over!

After realizing that Phinks' physical strength, fighting skills, and Nen level were inferior to his own, Aldama launched a series of fierce attacks... Under Oboro's watchful eye, Phinks was a beat too slow in transferring his Nen, and was unable to strengthen his defense in time. His reaction was delayed, and he was hit in the face by Oboro and fell to the ground.

Immediately, Aldama, like an enraged lion, mounted Phinks.

A barrage of fists rained down.

The ground where the two were standing was churning and swirling with yellow sand.

Finks covered his head with his hands, his body already submerged in the sandpit... utterly powerless to resist.

But then, Oboro narrowed his eyes…

Suddenly, Finks completely abandoned his defense, letting his enemy's fists keep hitting his head... He also raised his arms to exchange punches with Aldama.

However, being ridden beneath him, he was at a natural disadvantage in terms of both angle and force when attacking... His power was completely incomparable to that of Aldama!

This seemingly desperate fighting style seems rather foolish!

“1…2…”

As Oboro softly counted the numbers, Phinks was wide open, and he might die in just ten seconds! He couldn't afford to trade blows... When he counted to 5, there was a crack as their fists collided, and several of Phinks' fingers broke instantly.

“Use only a certain amount of Nen to maintain the most basic ‘strength’ and ensure that the damage you receive is within a certain range, and use the rest of the Nen to enhance your attack… But the total amount of Nen is constant… Your enemy will also notice this and adjust the destructiveness of their punches to break your defensive balance, forcing you to abandon the Nen used for attack and instead focus on defense. Otherwise, it will only hasten your death… But in this way, the power of your punches will also decrease further… To put it bluntly, you will be completely played.” Oboro stared at Phinks and said calmly.

Aldama's psychic power, which was attached to his fists, became even stronger when his opponent gave up and wanted to fight to the death... In an instant, he understood that Phinks wanted to trade injury for injury.

Originally, the two could have clashed, but because he increased the output of his psychic power in his attack, Phinks had to use 'Flow' to transfer the psychic power from his hand to his head... weakening the latter's punch and causing his finger bones to break instantly.

But the sudden injury did not affect Finx's movements... His arm was held by Aldama, who tried to break it.

Phinks, his face covered in blood, smiled at the man riding on top of him.

His teeth were covered in blood, and his smile was full of malice!

click!

Aldama coldly broke one of Finks's arms, exposing the white bone that pierced through the skin.

The next second, Al-Dama's expression changed drastically.

Because he discovered... Phinks had released his hardened state and was channeling all his Nen into another incoming fist. It was 'hardness'—this madman was pursuing a 100% Nen attack! He could withstand this attack to kill Phinks; without Nen defense, the latter was doomed!

The problem is... his fate won't be optimistic either, as he is also...

Enhancement type, Phinks' punch deals explosive damage!

The choice now is... to exchange serious injury for the opponent's death, or... to dodge first?

In the nick of time, his thoughts raced through his mind, and Aldama instantly jumped backward to dodge.

In his view... Finks, who was already seriously injured, was completely out of the fight... He had basically figured out the man's situation, so there was no need to take such a big risk. He was capable of finding the same opportunity as before.

"Lost..."

In the distance, Long sighed.

The loser... is not Finx.

It was Aldama... This examiner was too calm and too rational. His choice was not wrong... The mistake was that he should have realized that his opponent was somewhat 'different'!

Phinks's thoughts are somewhat different from what they were at the beginning...

"Heh heh... Why are you hiding? Weren't you going to kill me?" Phinks staggered up from the pit, his broken arm hanging limply, looking utterly wretched. But on his blood-covered face, one of his eyes was still intact, staring at Aldama with a mocking tone.

"Ok?"

Aldama's pupils contracted.

Phinks's body erupted with Nen again, and the power of his energy showed no sign of diminishing...

How can this be?

Based on his assessment of the target, whether it was the consumption of mental energy or physical strength, it should be in a state of near exhaustion.

He couldn't possibly make such a basic mistake in judgment!

Phinks used 'practice' to maximize his Nen!

My willpower has reached its peak.

“As expected… you were still influenced by the ‘mind.’ Thoughts are full of uncertainty and infinite possibilities. Your judgment was not wrong. What was wrong was… underestimating the other party’s awareness,” Oboro said.

Phinks was transformed in this battle!

His 'thought' changed, and even from a distance, Oboro felt a strong sense of aggression and oppression.

There has been a qualitative improvement.

Not everyone can suddenly grow stronger in battle... Aldama is fine.

"It's because of... death..."

hazy.

Phinks clearly sensed the sudden surge of power within him and felt himself becoming stronger…

He began to rotate his still-intact arm, round and round…

As he made more and more movements, his aura gradually rose, becoming increasingly terrifying.