Creating gods in the Hunter x Hunter world

Fu Long shook his head. If his opponent at this moment were someone like Xiao Jie or Uvogin, they probably wouldn't care whether he was covered by the cassock or not, and would rush up to attack directly.

After all, their bodies are the most powerful weapons. The robe cannot remove the psychic power of the person's body, but can only remove psychic power such as the power of releasing, materializing, and manipulating objects.

Simply put, it's the mental energy attached to other things.

Therefore, generally speaking, enhancement-type characters don't pay much attention to this kind of robe.

But Fatty dodged. Judging from his physical strength, it's safe to say he's an Enhancement type, so why is he afraid of this robe?

Fu Long was certain that the other party was definitely not thinking about not being controlled.

Yes, control.

Thinking of this, Fu Long glanced at Fei Bo across from him, and finally his gaze fell on the other man's stomach.

"Oh, I see."

Fatty Bo visibly panicked for a moment, but he quickly composed himself and said, "My body isn't just enhanced; it also has the ability to rebound. You can attack at will, but if you can break through my defense, I'll admit defeat."

Fu Long grinned and said, "I like what you said, but next time you're disguising yourself, remember not to use an enhancement-type, it's easy to be exposed."

Just as he was speaking, Fu Long also tested the waters with his black book.

There was indeed a person on the other side, but this person's psychic power was not as great as imagined. It just appeared to cover Fei Bo's entire body.

The person who actually used telekinesis was a short man, even shorter than the short man among the previous three.

Moreover, this guy's location was actually inside Fatbo's body.

Operating system.

Fu Long immediately understood the other party's plan.

I don't know how Fatty Bo died, but his body must have been specially treated. There were no internal organs in his stomach, only a little dwarf inside.

The true nature of the enemy lies in their internal manipulation of the battle against the Fat Wave.

Take, for example, how much one fears one's own robe. External exorcism is very unfriendly to those who rely on manipulation, especially someone like Fu Long, who can exorcise thoughts in time with just one item.

This method of directly manipulating a person's body to fight against oneself is easy to misjudge.

If I use methods designed to counter Enhancement-type attacks in battle, I might end up fulfilling the opponent's control conditions, making me vulnerable to capture.

But now, it has given me a chance to test it out.

"Tsk, you're really impressive, but even so, why don't you defeat Fatty Bo outside first? Do you even have that kind of strength?"

"No need. Actually, I still have a way to hit you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Long rushed forward and swung out his rake, unleashing a powerful attack.

This attack was far more powerful than a normal attack, and it was also faster. Fat Bo immediately stretched out his hands and tried his best to block the attack.

This is just a blockade; to rebound, even greater power would be needed.

However, taking this opportunity, Fu Long had already reached Fei Bo's front, clenched his fist and punched him directly in the stomach.

"Tighten the band." When Fu Long uttered these two words, he felt his face burning.

Taishe is dead. People who know about this place are all pretty immature.

For example, like Nakuru, but seeing others being chuunibyou is different from being chuunibyou yourself, okay?

The characteristic of the headband is that it will be 100% successful in being placed on the head of a living creature.

That's right, although Fu Long's punch landed on Fei Bo's body, the tight band didn't directly cover Fei Bo's head.

Instead, it would be worn on the head of the little dwarf inside.

Sure enough, with one punch, a tight band appeared above the opponent's eyes.

The tight band is beautiful, gleaming with gold, but it's uncomfortable because it's so tough and can take root in the flesh.

What did you put on me?

Fat Bo's voice came out, and he immediately covered his head with both hands.

However, the fat man outside had nothing on his head, so what everyone saw was a fat man seemingly struggling with a headgear that had nothing on it.

Fu Long chuckled and said, "Well, I'm also a pilot, but my piloting is different from yours."

Yours is 100% obedient to orders; as long as you control it, it will do as you require.

But I, being of this type, can have independent consciousness. The only downside is that I require external control. So, are you ready? You haven't experienced the pain of a poisonous sting; I'll let you experience another kind of pain.”

Fu Longdu was thinking about whether he should ask the other party to write a short essay after the experience, describing exactly how much pain they were in.

Fu Long, who had watched TV since he was a child, was very curious about what Monkey King had gone through back then.

Chapter 105 Batra Castle

On the arena, Fu Long draped the brocade cassock over his body.

Reciting the Tightening Spell should be done with a bit of a sense of ritual. Of course, it might look cooler riding a white dragon horse, but there's no need for that; just having a bit of the meaning is enough.

Fu Long couldn't understand the spell at all. He had even watched TV and learned how to use it when Tang Sanzang chanted it. It was a very effective spell; whoever it was used on would feel pain.

Later I realized that learning incantations is quite simple, but where do you get the tight band?

Now, everything's complete.

"Ah~" A shrill scream rang out, and Fatty Bo lay on the ground, rolling around continuously.

The tight band caused tons of damage to the monkey back then, but what kind of physical qualities do monkeys have? They're indestructible, with bones of steel, like humans who eat molten iron.

And what about Fei Bo? This guy is a Nen user, but he's nowhere near as good as Fei Bo.

This was terrible! Fatty Bo's screams also caused the audience in the stands to gasp. Some were happy that they had made the right bet again, while others were frustrated.

Who would have thought that Fatty would be so useless?

"I give up, I give up." Fatty Bo only felt pain for less than five seconds before admitting defeat.

Fu Long then stopped, pulled back his brocade cassock, and said, "With this kind of strength, it's best not to confront Hisoka. I don't dare to fight him head-on right now."

Hisoka's terror doesn't lie entirely in his abilities. Hisoka's most terrifying aspect is his extraordinary observational skills and his ability to formulate battle plans instantly.

After saying that, Fu Long walked back the way he came. He would go see Batra later. That old man, although he didn't get what he wanted in the end, at least he had deep affection for him.

Fu Long never thought he was a good person; after all, the accumulation of capital is often stained with blood.

"So, how about a fight with him?" the skinny guy Fu Lei said to Treguet in the white suit from the stands.

Treguet shook his head and said, "From what I can see, he hasn't used his full strength at all. We are definitely no match for him."

Fu Lei scoffed. He thought so too, but having to say it out loud and admit it was really hard to accept.

"I didn't expect that even after a monster like Hisoka left, these two hundred floors would still be so difficult to deal with."

Around them, however, were a few other people with their arms crossed, listening to their comments, and all of them were smiling.

These three might become stepping stones for their next step forward. Three fools, do they really think the number 200 is just for show? Although, to be fair, there are indeed some who are just filling in the numbers.

Leaving the Sky Arena, Fu Long headed straight for Batra's castle, following an address given by the drunkard.

It took two days by airship, and when we arrived in the town, we found out that the castle was private property and we needed their approval to go there.

He made a phone call to the drunkard, who simply made a brief contact, and within twenty minutes, someone arrived at the town's tavern and found Fu Long.

The man who arrived was dressed in a suit and looked like a butler.

“Mr. Fu Long, Mr. Batra sent me to pick you up.”

"Thank you for your help." Fu Long was very polite, said goodbye, and then got into the car.

The car quickly drove into the castle in the mountains. Castles like this are rarely built in densely populated areas.

Outside the castle were terraced fields planted with local plants, which was probably Batra's source of income.

On the other side, you can tell they're growing grapes, for making wine.

In a large hall of the castle, Fu Long looked at the five people around him and scratched his head. Were these guys going to compete with him?

It's possible, after all, Batra doesn't have many slots. Of course, it's uncertain if it's after the auction.

Batra came out quickly, but the person accompanying Batra was not George Kira, but another Nen user. As for strength, Fu Long could sense that he could handle it.

By the way, what Fu Long wants most right now is Hisoka's method for rating hunters.

That's amazing. Rating Nen users is probably a basis for him to decide which battles to have. Unfortunately, it's all about feeling, something you can't learn.

"Welcome everyone. I believe you are all excellent psychic users. However, it's a pity that I only have three spots available. Well, there's nothing I can do about it, because the previous three people have already died."

Fu Long nodded in agreement. That's normal. When someone dies, three empty slots will be created. That makes sense.

The other five people, however, narrowed their eyes and tensed up.

Fu Long laughed. The five people's scores were at most seventy, of course, based on their current strength, and could not be compared with Hisoka's score.

There are six people here now, so the competition is obvious. After saying this, Batra looked down and said that he would only select the best people to enter.

“One-star bounty hunter Fu Long.” Fu Long stood up and walked towards Batra.

The five people behind him paused for a moment, then gasped.

You should know that it's not easy to reach a hunter's star rating. One star, and a bounty hunter at that, requires a tremendous achievement.

George Kira is only a one-star hunter.

Batra smiled, it seemed he had recruited an extraordinary person this time.

Fu Long didn't want to show off; if he just said that, he could simply take a spot directly, so why bother competing with the other party?

The remaining two spots will naturally be decided among those five people, depending on their performance. If all else fails, they'll have to compete in a match.

There's enough space here; let's see who's more capable.

I followed the butler to another small hall, where a maid served me tea, and then I waited there.

About two hours later, two more people came in.

A middle-aged man, wearing sunglasses, was quite tall. When Fu Long first saw him, he thought this guy was Xiao, but he wasn't.

The middle-aged man had a cigarette in his mouth, but it wasn't lit; he was probably just enjoying the smell.

The main thing was that a beautiful woman was walking in front of him. She was indeed very beautiful. Her clothes were similar to a cheongsam. They were red and had slits on both sides that almost reached her waist. When she walked, she was almost touching the edge of the book on both sides.