From Hunter x Hunter to Supreme Will

The problem is that this association mission is fundamentally different from the Sky Arena.

President Netero had predicted this...

Biscuit understood the old man’s good intentions, but still felt that... he was a little harsh.

"I just received the news that some living parasites have recovered their minds, and the dead beasts have not been resurrected. The ceremony has been destroyed, or it is over..."

Netero said in a deep voice.

"Is it Long?"

Biscuit was delighted, that meant...Long did it!

"But... I can't contact him. I'm not sure if he's still alive."

Netero's next words made Biscuit's breathing suddenly stop.

"Hurry and find him."

"Yes."

After hanging up the phone, Bisiji quickened his pace.

Mo Laowu and Bates also increased their speed.

The two of them could hear clearly the conversation between Biscuit and the president.

"With his team configuration, he was able to complete the task entirely on his own. This is what the association was preparing to form an excellent team to deal with from the beginning..." Mo Laowu looked at Bisji, "No wonder the president attaches so much importance to him..."

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up!"

Biscuit looked serious, which was unusual for him.

The reason why she called Mo Laowu was because Mo Laowu's telepathic ability was extremely convenient and could help him find Long at the fastest speed in an unknown area.

"Um...what's his relationship to you?"

Mo Laowu was a little surprised, "Your apprentice?"

"No... He owes me a valuable gem."

"Oh... no wonder..."

Mo Laowu suddenly realized.

A few hours later, the three-person group galloping at full speed finally arrived at the Boswa tribe's residence, entered the cave, and headed to the interior of the mountain.

"This is…"

After a while, when several people stepped into the dilapidated underground space, their faces changed.

It is obvious at a glance that the battle taking place here is particularly brutal and the momentum is quite large.

Biscuit covered her mouth with both hands and looked for Long... a shriveled body that she almost didn't recognize.

Weak Qi...

"A bit..."

Mo Laowu, a senior hunter in the association, also saw Long's situation and hesitated to speak.

In this state... it's a miracle that I'm still alive!

Chapter 87 Losing Power

Bisiji and Mo Laowu each carried Long and Xi Suo on their backs and returned to the border of Dongguoduo. They immediately notified the association to send rescue personnel.

Baze took away the mission item, the artifact of the ritual, which was the skull.

Biscuit was on the phone with Netero, reporting on Long's condition.

"There are no more survivors in the Bozwa settlement... It is basically certain that this ethnic group has completely disappeared."

"Ah."

"Long's condition is very dangerous. His muscles and skin are shrinking and aging... He can no longer feel any 'qi'. Only a tiny bit of life energy is maintaining his basic life... He is hanging on for a breath."

Biscuit carried Long on his back and ran at full speed, his voice heavy, "Based on our observations and judgment, he not only overdrew his mind, but also overdrew a certain amount of his life potential!"

"..."

The president remained silent.

He had already seen the photos sent by the three of them just now.

Long is very young, only twenty years old... Although his body has matured, there is still a certain limit and room for growth. In other words, his flesh and blood can become even stronger after going through trials!

Mind energy...is the embodiment of a person's life energy and has a direct connection with flesh and blood.

Long must have forcibly stimulated the growth of his physical body, causing his temperament and telekinesis to undergo a transformation... leading to this outcome.

To be able to borrow the "power" of the future, one needs to have an extreme will and a solid "bond" with one's own telekinesis... This shows that at least Netero's goal of having Oboro be baptized by death has been achieved.

It’s just that the consequences…no one could have imagined.

This task is inherently full of uncertainty.

"Don't worry too much... He just overdrew a little bit of his 'potential'. He looks miserable, but it's not irreversible yet... I have gathered people with 'healing' abilities in the association to form a medical team. I have also asked Pariston to bring special prepared medicines and meet you nearby."

Netero's tone was slightly relaxed.

Upon hearing this, Bisiji felt relieved.

Based on the president's experience and ability, it can be judged that Long will be fine...that's 90% certain.

"What about the aftereffects..."

Under normal circumstances, Bisiji would have been unhappy to hear Pariston getting involved, but she didn't have the heart to care about anything else now. She turned around to glance at the hazy head on her shoulder and asked again.

It is worth mentioning that at this time, Biscuit, who had revealed the form of a muscular woman, had already used her own ability, the Beauty Magician, on Long, but it had almost no effect. After all, her ability was not of the healing type.

It can only eliminate fatigue and restore energy...

She revealed her true appearance in order to save Long in a hurry...

Although the two often quarreled, that was in their private lives, not at work.

Work is business.

It was she who recommended Long to join the association. Even though Bisiji often complained about Long's personality... she thought that she was also somewhat responsible for Long's current situation.

Long's life can be saved...but there will definitely be hidden dangers in this state.

Overdraft…has a bad connotation in itself.

"Based on the scene you described, he must have overdrawn his 'potential' in order to achieve some kind of change in his mind when he was at the brink of life and death... I infer that it is related to his mind ability. The overdrawn time span is about three years... After waking up, his physical strength will degenerate to a very low level, and within a short period of time, his personal 'qi' will be extremely weak, and he will no longer be able to feel his 'mind'..."

Biscuit bit his lip when he heard this.

With Long's personality, can he accept this result?

The pursuit of power...

The reduction in strength is his Achilles' heel!

This is not just a heavy blow...for some people, it may even lead to hatred.

Hatred towards the association, towards the president, towards her...and towards everyone involved.

"His thoughts have changed. In the long run... this is a good thing. He will understand. If he doesn't have the courage to face even temporary pain... his journey will end here."

The old man said one more thing.

Then, he hung up the phone.

Baze, who was speeding in the middle of the three-person formation, put away his phone.

"Don't worry, since the old man said so... there must be a way to make him recover."

Mo Laowu said with a smile.

Biscuit looked at him and said nothing.

In less than a day, the three of them arrived at the border closest to their location.

During this period, Bisiji had been observing Long's life state, fearing that something might happen to him.

Fortunately, although the injury was serious, the little "energy" left in his body, like a candle flame in the dark blowing in the strong wind, never went out.

Full of resilience.

A grassland at the foot of a barren mountain.

Biscuit and the other two looked up at the small spaceship slowly landing. Pariston, with a smile on his face, was standing at the hatch, waving at them below.

"Why is he here?" Mo Laowu frowned.

"Do not care."

Biscuit said calmly.

After a while, the spaceship landed, and several medical workers, including the hunters of the association, put Oboro and Hisoka on the stretcher and prepared to carry them. But at this moment, Hisoka suddenly woke up from the stretcher, sat up instantly, and instinctively entered the fighting state, with a terrifying look in his eyes and expression... He looked crazy and full of murderous intent.

After seeing the surrounding situation clearly, he relaxed his guard and concluded that he was rescued... by someone from the association.

"what are you doing?"

Mo Laowu's face changed.

Hisoka pulled out the IV tubes that the doctor had just inserted into his body, dragged his seriously injured body down to the ground, walked to the stretcher of Long, and stared at him for a while. Then, he raised one arm, walked away, and said in a relaxed tone: "Goodbye... I will take good care of myself, don't waste your energy on me, please quickly treat my captain..."

After he finished speaking, he had already walked more than ten meters. He turned around to look at Bisiji and the others, and raised the corner of his mouth: "When he wakes up, tell him... His performance was wonderful, and I am very satisfied."

Hisoka's words left the people present confused.

"Your injuries are too serious... If you don't get timely treatment, you might die!" a female doctor hurriedly advised.

They only temporarily treated some of the surface wounds of the two men, but some internal injuries or fatal injuries required surgery.

But Hisoka seemed to ignore the other party's words and left on his own.

"Take Long back first."

Bisji ordered.