Creating gods in the Hunter x Hunter world

"Oh, by the way, Fu Long, how about we have a contest to see who catches a Ge Clan Yuanlin first?"

Fu Long thought for a moment and said, "That depends on what the benefits are."

Jin thought for a moment and said, "What about a favor? Whoever loses is essentially owing the other a favor, which needs to be repaid at crucial moments."

Fu Long was stunned for a moment. Wasn't Jin using money to pave the way this time?

Why did you have to use personal connections this time? But then again, having a favor from Jin is not bad.

Besides, he'll inevitably have to deal with gold in the future, so Fu Long doesn't plan to just travel around the few small countries in this region. He'll definitely have to go to the Dark Continent someday.

Back then, if I encountered any trouble, Jin could lend me a hand, which would be better than anything else.

It's settled then.

Fu Long smiled, then stood up.

"Where are you going?" Finch asked.

"Don't worry about me, it's just some training."

Fu Long jumped directly onto the tree, sat cross-legged there, and began to release his spiritual energy.

This is a visualization method, similar to the one used by Chairman Netero before his battle with the Ant King; it's an accumulation of thoughts.

Fu Long wanted to raise his level to the highest and see if he could do it, so he pulled Yuan Lin directly into the scene.

More importantly, winning a match would be beneficial to oneself.

Jin smiled as he looked at Fu Long: "You're taking this seriously, that's good."

"Hey, aren't you guys coming to help?" Pitner's group couldn't stand it anymore. "You guys are having too much fun chatting. We're still doing our mission."

"You're all I need. Keep it up!" Jin replied, then continued chatting with Finch and Locke.

Pitner was speechless. If it weren't for the two ferocious beasts sent by the mantis to take over his task, he probably would have shaken the hand pump until it was smoking.

In that day, the lake level dropped by about one-tenth, which was quite a lot, and many fish in the water were caught.

However, Fu Long did not make a move. After a day of preparation, he found that such visualization was quite useful. Although his mental capacity did not increase significantly, it seemed to have become much more solid.

Previously, it would have taken 30% of your Nen power to pull an ordinary Nen user into your scene; now, 28% would probably suffice.

As darkness fell, during dinner, Pitner's gaze towards Fu Long grew increasingly dangerous.

Because Finch was sitting next to Fu Long, discussing with him how to make barbecue.

It was just a normal discussion; after all, there was a figure in Fu Long's heart that he could never shake off.

Finch, however, never even considered that possibility.

Of course, some people just couldn't stand this kind of effect, so Pitner stood up and walked towards Fu Long.

King and Locke were enjoying their meal when they saw Pitner's reaction. They simply exchanged a glance but remained silent.

They were all used to it; Pitner had asked for a beating quite a few times.

"Hey, your name is Fu Long, right?"

Fu Long glanced at Pitna but didn't intend to pay him any attention.

However, Pitner grinned, revealing a set of white teeth: "Interested in practicing a few moves? I've heard you dared to bet with Kim, which means you consider yourself a master. I'd really like to test whether you have that kind of skill."

Fu Long rolled his eyes at Pitner: "My abilities are not something anyone can test. Are you ready?"

Pitner's eyes lit up, and he said, "Anytime is fine."

As soon as he finished speaking, a black bag suddenly flew out of one of the tents.

The bag was quite long, about 1.5 meters, and then it flew into Pitner's hands.

Pitner reached out, took the bag, and opened it.

Inside the bag were long needles with pointed ends, looking just like the Emei thorns.

As Pitner manipulated the weapon, the Emei daggers flew out and stuck directly to Pitner's back.

"Oh, your skills are quite interesting." Fu Long raised an eyebrow. Come to think of it, it's really strange that this guy is a micro-management type.

"I'm different from them. I prefer close combat, but even in close combat, I'm in no way inferior to enhancement-types."

Fu Long shook his head. This guy was not only eccentric, but he also couldn't accurately assess his own abilities.

Just like Hua Shi Dou Lang, it really was a waste of the container.

Chapter 180 Wenji's Awakening

“Come on.” Pitner stepped back a little and stood aside, waiting for Fu Long.

Fu Long finished eating the roasted meat in his hand, then stood up. He happened to see Wen Ji standing to the side, thought for a moment, and said, "You should really experience this later."

Wenji paused for a moment, then nodded vigorously.

Fu Long then stood in front of Pitner and took out his nine-toothed rake.

When Pitner saw the Nine-Toothed Rake, he narrowed his eyes. This special weapon must require very special techniques to use, so he needed to be careful.

Of course, it's just a little bit.

"coming."

Pitner gave a warning, and a long spike appeared behind him, landing directly in his hand. He then charged forward, wielding the spike in his hand as a spear towards Fu Long.

Fu Long's nine-toothed rake went to meet it.

When the two weapons were clashed together, Fu Long felt that Pitna's strength was indeed quite considerable.

This guy really did strengthen himself, but the problem is you're quite far removed from the enhancement type. Is this really a good idea?

Just as he was thinking this, Fu Long suddenly felt a strong gust of wind coming from behind him.

Fu Long ignored it, because the nine-headed skull appeared and blocked the two directions behind him.

With two clangs, Fu Long turned around and saw that two Emei daggers had struck the skull behind him, but they had been blocked.

"Oh, you have such defensive skills, that's really impressive," Pitner said, trying to sound cocky.

Fu Long was speechless.

Pitner's offensive style is very simple to describe.

The weapon in hand is meant to suppress the opponent's weapon, and then use other Emei daggers to launch surprise attacks. Anyone without a defensive strategy would likely be thrown off balance by the Emei daggers that come from all sides.

He would be taken down by a quick attack, but for Fu Long, this tactic was no different from handing over food.

Most importantly, his nine-headed skull hadn't even had a chance to unleash its full power before blocking all the attacks.

Pitner hadn't yet grasped the situation before him when countless Emei thorns attacked Fu Long from all sides.

Meanwhile, Pitner was suppressing the nine-toothed rake in Fu Long's hand while laughing heartily.

"How about that? Can you only defend now and not counterattack? Not many people can escape my fast attack, unless they are a powerful psychic like Jin."

"I heard Locke beat you?" Fu Long asked casually.

Pitner paused for a second before saying, "Hmph, he only beat me by sheer luck that time. You won't be so lucky."

Fu Long shook his head. "Who gave you the courage to talk like that? Alright, let's just end this fight quickly."

Thinking of this, Fu Long put away his nine-toothed rake, and what appeared in his hand was a purple-gold alms bowl.

Pitner was puzzled. "What are you going to do with such a big bowl?"

However, he soon realized that as soon as the golden alms bowl was raised, the Emei dagger in his hand flew towards it with a whoosh.

Not only that, the dozen or so Emei daggers flying in the air were also directly collected into the Purple Gold Bowl.

All the Emei thorns shrank to the size of toothpicks, lying quietly under the bowl, completely still.

Pitner stared blankly at his empty hands.

"So you're relying too much on your own weapons."

Fu Long had already rushed to Pitner's side and threw a punch at him.

Pitner reached out to block it.

"Tightening band".

Bang! The punch landed, but Pitner didn't even flinch. You have to admit, this guy's enhancement abilities are pretty good.

Fu Long stepped back a few paces, took out a brocade cassock, and draped it over his shoulders.

"To be honest, I could have used the Poison Sting, but I chose this move so that my apprentice could also experience it."

After saying that, Fu Long sat down cross-legged and began chanting the Tightening-Headband Mantra.

"Ah!" Pitner screamed and collapsed to the ground.

Wenji screamed and covered her head with her hands. She felt something tightening on her head, but she couldn't see it or touch it.

The people around Wenji were startled and rushed to her side.

"Wenji, are you alright?"

"Headache? Are you sick? Should we send Wenji back to see a doctor first?"

"I'll arrange for someone to do it."

Just as things were getting chaotic, Jin walked over, glanced at Wenji lying on the ground, and said, "Don't panic, just go about your business. Everything will be fine here."

Jin, having also used the Condensation technique, naturally saw the tight band in its hidden state. He then glanced at Pitna and said softly, "Conditions?"

Locke and Finch were taken aback. They both knew that Fu Long was very strong, as Jin had said, but they had no idea just how strong he was.

This time, after facing Pitner, they finally understood.

Pitner simply couldn't defend against Fu Long's moves.

You're challenging them with this? You must be joking.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch! I was wrong, I was wrong!" Pitner cried out as he rolled on the ground.

However, Fu Long ignored him and glanced at Wen Ji on the other side, feeling that she could just put in a little more effort.

So he kept muttering to himself, while Pitner was practically rolling his eyes.