I'm extremely interested in Nen abilities.

However, no matter how large an ant is, it is still just an ant. Verbal communication is naturally out of the question, and it cannot even achieve basic communication. Paliston tried several times, but as expected, it was like talking to a brick wall. These ants, whose genes are a mixture of ferocious beasts, have large brains but little intelligence. The so-called behavior of protecting the ant queen is not based on rational thinking, but on the instinct and habits of the species.

Such large ants, let alone those with unfathomable strength that could be taken down with a single punch by Yang De, even Paliston himself...

“Huh?” Paliston was suddenly surprised.

The giant ants from the Dark Continent were indeed incredibly resilient. Any other creature would have been mortified after being beaten like that, yet they clung to life, barely clinging to life. Suddenly, however, two of the ant guardians, one with a tiger's body and the other a lion's, began to emit intense bursts of energy.

However, this surge of intense energy was fleeting, like a bubble bursting. Its remaining energy dissipated in one breath, leaving the tiger-bodied and lion-bodied ants unable to continue their struggle, utterly extinguished. In contrast, the elephant-bodied ant, its body severed in two, was not quite dead yet, wriggling in the pool of blood. Following its struggle, one could see the location of the ant queen, whose forelegs and hind legs had also been broken.

"The moment your vital energy is opened is both the opportunity to master your mind and the death knell that will instantly take your life!" By Yangde laughed heartily as he watched. While these ants were being half-killed by their attacks containing their mind, their vital energy was also forcibly opened. Their vital energy leaked out of their vital energy unimpeded, flowing like a torrent. They didn't know the secret of 'entanglement' to contain it, so they died instantly.

Byrd's laughter abruptly ceased, and he and Paliston simultaneously looked behind them. The ant king, missing a left foreleg and a right hind leg, stood up shakily on its two crippled legs.

Its spirit was slightly unstable, but it was indeed preserved and did not die from excessive loss.

"Your animalistic survival instincts have allowed you to master 'entanglement'!" By Yangde exclaimed in admiration. "Interesting! Even though you're just an ant, you're quite a strong one. I acknowledge your skill. Haha!"

The queen ant's mouthparts writhed, making strange noises.

"All that babbling and babbling, who can understand it?" By Yangde said impatiently, rubbing his fists as he stepped forward. "This half-dead look of yours is infuriating. I'd better send you on your way!"

“I guess it’s saying, ‘I want to live.’” Paliston smiled slightly, then suddenly asked, “Mr. Bynd, the restriction that prevents you from going to the Dark Continent should be lifted if the Hunter Association president is no longer around, right?”

As Yang De stopped and turned around, a terrifying aura pressed down on him.

"Don't make such a scary face, Mr. Yang De," Paliston said with a smile. "Throughout history, those who are not bothered by trifles are the ones who achieve great things, aren't they?"

Bi Yangde rolled his eyes and waved his hand, saying, "I won't deal with the old man. If you're so capable, go and kill him yourself."

He chuckled coldly, "I guarantee you won't survive the second move."

"Chairman Netero's unparalleled strength is universally acknowledged. I certainly don't believe I'm qualified to challenge him," Paliston said with feigned modesty, then couldn't help but ask curiously, "Why?"

"what why?"

"Why is Mr. Yang De unwilling to take action personally?" Paliston asked calmly. "Is ambition and dreams truly no match for the bond between father and son?"

"Are you out of your mind?"

Enraged, Yang De shouted at Hai Chao, "The old man won't challenge me to a duel, so I'll have to challenge him. Since I'm challenging him, I have the resolve to kill him—but does he? He never challenges me to a death match, which means he won't kill me! If one side is determined to kill while the other holds back, what's the point of fighting? Even if you win, it's meaningless!"

With a finger thicker than Yang De's, he poked Paliston and said in a booming voice, "I'm not doing such a boring duel!"

Paliston was deeply shocked. After a moment, he pondered and said, "I see. That's why you chose to wait. That's why you said you'd wait until the seas dry up and the rocks crumble..."

Since he was unwilling to fight Netero to the death under unfair conditions, what other way was there to remove the restrictions on him besides competing with Netero to see who could live longer?

The bad news is that Niterói is known for his longevity.

The good news is that Byang is Netero's biological son, so he might not necessarily die younger than Netero. Therefore, the father and son have quite a long way to go!

“I am certainly not qualified to challenge Chairman Netero, but perhaps someone is.”

Paliston looked at the trembling, crippled Ant King and gave a strange smile. "Oh, or perhaps it's the other way around, with Chairman Netero being the challenger..."

Chapter 203 A New Beginning (Part 2)

This is terrible...

Hidden among the lush foliage of the large tree, Jin Shen was solemnly hiding. He carefully parted the leaves and looked at the little boy fishing by the river. The little boy's appearance, especially his hairstyle, was seven or eight tenths similar to his.

I accidentally selected Xiao Jie as the target for the 'Magnet' card...

Luckily, I reacted quickly, was fast, and had good agility; otherwise, I would have been hit squarely by Xiao Jie when I landed.

What a risk!

He muttered to himself, made a silent face at the little guy's back, and quietly turned and left.

I really don't know what to do!

Years ago, in a moment of madness, Jin decided to send Xiao Jie back to his hometown to be cared for by his sister, Mi Te, for a while… Looking back, Jin himself had forgotten what he was thinking. He was used to acting entirely on impulse, believing things would work out in the end, going wherever the tide took him… He quite enjoyed this life where every second was full of unknowns. When he finally came to his senses, he realized he had left his own son in his hometown for almost three years!

Even someone as unreliable as Jin knows how irresponsible it is for a father to abandon his own son for more than three years...

He was a little unsure how to face Xiao Jie again, so he kept putting it off. When he came to his senses, damn it, another three years had passed!

On the virtual screen-like panel, in the "Player1·Gold=Freecss" teammate column, besides Mito, there is only Gon's name.

Mitt and Jack are both in good condition, at least that's something he doesn't need to worry about.

but……

Looking at the image of Xiao Jie, who had turned into an 8-year-old boy, a bead of cold sweat appeared on Jin's forehead. When he brought Xiao Jie back to Whale Island, Xiao Jie was not even 2 years old.

Same old method, let's slip away first...

Jin adjusted his hat.

……

Outside the Trial Gate, a tall figure with long black hair walked along the mountain path. "Killua, how did you know I would come back today?"

"Big brother..."

As Killua watched Illumi return, cold sweat poured down his face. Finally, his arms gave way, and the two doors, weighing over 4 tons, slammed shut again with a loud crash.

"Young Master Illumi," said Kebrong, who stood by the gate like an old man in a gatehouse, respectfully.

Illumi seemed not to see him, and walked straight toward the closed trial gate, extending one hand.

The heavy, high-tech door sensed the immense force in his hand, and with a series of clicks, six of the seven nested doors, tightly connected, were slowly pushed open as a single unit over forty meters tall…

Watching his older brother push open the sixth trial gate with one hand, Killua behind the door couldn't help but take two steps back, his heart filled with immense shock. Even just one of the two doors of the sixth trial gate weighed a full 64 tons!

……

The heavy alloy security door, nearly half a meter thick, was ajar, unable to close automatically because the body of a bank security guard was stuck in the middle.

Blood dripped from the door frame. The bank vault was empty, with only a few scattered banknotes on the floor. Bloodstains stretched outwards from the empty vault, and the chaotic bank lobby was littered with bullet holes, bloodstains, and corpses. Bulletproof glass was shattered, the doors were cracked, and the street outside was filled with chaos, with police sirens blaring for several blocks.

A police car sped past, and Feitan withdrew his gaze from his narrow eyes. He pulled up his collar to cover most of his face, put his hands in his pockets, and walked into a building on the side of the street, quickly reaching the rooftop.

On the edge of the rooftop, a young man with short blond hair was watching the police-criminal battle dozens of meters below while typing away on his phone like he was playing an RPG game.

"Hmm?" Chrollo glanced back at Feitan, then casually turned off the police-and-bandit game on his phone. "Oh right, Rei-ying should be dead, and his new friend Bab is probably the same."

Feitan didn't react much upon hearing this, only letting out a disdainful snort.

"Bab had only been in the Phantom Troupe for a short time, and he's already dead?"

Finks suddenly appeared out of nowhere, dressed in a tracksuit like a Russian gangster, strolling over with his hands in his pockets. "First Kubi, then Bab, now we need to add a new member, number 12."

The Phantom Troupe's spider has a total of 12 legs and 1 head; they can't be without even one. This is a consensus among all of them.

"And number 4." Feitan's cool voice sounded somewhat muffled through his turned-up collar.

"He's probably the murderer." The swordsman raised his phone. The image on the screen was blurry, probably taken in a hurry. There was only a boy's profile and a strange black shadow with eight arms that could barely be captured in the video.

"A mind beast?" Phinks looked at the eight-armed black shadow.

“It could also be some kind of clone,” Feitan said.

"Lieying must have transformed into my appearance and used my abilities to take this photo, then sent it to 'himself' exactly as it was," the swordsman said, shaking his phone. "So the photo ended up in my hands. So, should I take revenge?"

“Are you out of your mind? Why waste your energy on useless trash that gets killed?” Finks said.

Feitan said, "Instead of seeking revenge, we should let the other party join the Phantom Troupe."

"This kid's pretty good, he managed to kill Lieying," Phinks said. "But the photo is too blurry, it'll be too much trouble to find, so let's forget about it!"

Feitan said, "Even if new members join, the leader has to give his approval first. Can any of you contact the leader?"

Both Phinks and the Knight shook their heads.

"The last time we heard news of the leader was when he found the new Number 12, Bab, from Meteor City," the knight said. "It might be Machi or Franklin traveling with the leader."

The three looked at each other in silence. Finally, Phinks complained, "After searching for so long without any results, shouldn't the leader give up on this so-called True Martial King's Treasure?"

……

"Speaking of which, what about the treasure? Didn't they say that King Zhenwu had some kind of treasure?"

A fierce storm raged, with torrential rain pouring down. The raft bobbed up and down with the giant waves, like surfing. Jingyang and Xiaodi clung to the gaps in the raft, and he shouted, "Could it be that it was hidden in that arrow and got shot all the way to the Dark Continent?! Old Wei is really being unfair!"

"Is this the time to talk about this?!" Kurapika shouted, rolling his eyes.

The storm was accompanied by the rumble of thunder. He and Kate clung tightly to another tangible boat that bobbed with the waves. Each time they were separated from the waves, sea creatures would bite the ropes and pull them back so that they wouldn't be separated.

Their cloud formations were really bad. Half a day after leaving the dilapidated archipelago, as they drifted in the direction of the star marker Jingyang remembered from the morning, they encountered a sudden storm at sea.

The storm lasted for a long time, and even though all four of them were Nen users with considerable strength, they were helpless in the face of such natural power.

The chaotic waves kept crashing against them, the storm raged from east to west, and darkness seemed to stretch on forever. All they could do was hold on tightly to the raft and the small boat, having already lost all sense of direction...

Xiao Di patted Jing Yang's hand; she had rested enough.

"Doraemon, it's up to you now!" Jingyang shouted.

The little droplet materialized a bulging-eyed fish, aimed it forward, and gave the command to start it up: "Bulging-eyed fish, suck in all the storms and waves above the sea level."

Soon, the black, stormy sea seemed to have been drained, forming an empty "pipeline." A raft and a small boat sped through this narrow pipe, the storm and waves behind them closely "bridging" the gap and becoming even more chaotic.

……

A sudden gale arose on the island, followed by torrential rain.

After listening to Paliston explain his thoughts, Byron turned his gaze to the dying ant king.

“The queen ant is the most valuable individual in the chimeric ant colony.” Paliston spread his arms in the rain, revealing a smile that made you want to punch him. “Only a queen ant with feeding and mating characteristics has a slight chance of giving birth to a new king ant that meets the requirements…” He also looked at the half-dead king ant on the ground, a creature with an ant’s head and a beast’s body, and said softly, “So, it can’t die yet. And we need to find a suitable human female.”

Byard sneered impatiently, "You look just like the fourth son of the Nasby family!"

……

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Illumi pushed open the sixth door and entered, his face as expressionless as ever. Suddenly, he looked at Killua, who was covered in sweat, pale-faced, and frozen in place, and asked, "Weren't you here to greet me?"

A heavy shadow seemed to fall over his puppet-like expression, and his long black hair floated up slowly like splashed ink.

The terrifying aura that it inadvertently exuded made Killua tremble almost all over.

"Killua, you wouldn't... be thinking of running away from home, would you? Who gave you such a willful idea?"