Hunter: I became stronger even after I died.

Chapter 311 The Shocked Mo Laowu
Eyes strengthened by mental energy can see farther and more clearly.

Not to mention the humanoid soldiers formed from white smoke on the deck of the ship...

The tall, muscular man's signature giant pipe slung over his shoulder, along with his prominent pipe nose and broad chin, were enough to confirm Moro's identity.

Without a doubt, it is Morel, the one-star ocean hunter who shone brightly in the Chimera Ant incident in the original work.

But how did Chimera provoke Mo Laowu?
Did it accidentally cause trouble while foraging for food?

Moro considered this possibility.

Because chimeras have a large appetite, Moro usually lets them forage for themselves.

Located near the sea, the chimera would naturally choose to hunt in the sea if it wanted to feed.

After all, the sea is rich in resources, which can easily satisfy the chimera's appetite.

However, Moro had given the chimera orders such as not to harm or come into contact with humans while foraging, and given the chimera's obedience, it certainly wouldn't do anything reckless.

On the sea, ships cut through the waves.

Mo Laowu, carrying his signature giant pipe, keenly sensed a gaze coming from the cliff on the shore.

His gaze shifted and he saw Moro maintaining the "entanglement" at the edge of the cliff.

"that person……"

Mo Laowu's eyes flickered slightly behind his sunglasses, then he suddenly looked up at the chimera flapping its wings in the air.

He suddenly realized—

This mythical beast, which had never appeared in rumors or records, was not fleeing, but was flying towards the young man at the edge of the cliff with a clear objective.

Moreover, judging from its current flight posture, it shows no intention of attacking or hunting, but rather exudes a hint of...joy?
Could it be that this mythical beast was tamed by that young man?

How can it be!

Mo Laowu shook his head violently, instantly rejecting this absurd guess.

The only certainty is that the beast's behavior changes may be related to the young ability user on the cliff edge.

Rather than the speculation of taming, it is more likely to be some kind of demanding manipulation ability.

A slightly anxious male voice suddenly came from behind Mo Laowu.

"Hey, there's someone over there on the cliff! If we don't get this big guy under control soon..."

"Calm down, Gerachian."

Mo Laowu firmly gripped his pipe, gently resting it on the deck, and calmly said, "This mysterious beast of unknown origin clearly has no hostility towards that person, and may even have been summoned by him."

"Old Mo, are you kidding me?"

Wearing only boxer shorts that revealed his tanned, muscular upper body, Ge Laqiang stared wide-eyed, his rugged face filled with disbelief.

Mo Laowu continued explaining without turning his head:
“That psychic bullet that just streaked across the sky was most likely fired by that person, Graqiang. Think about it carefully. When this phantom beast faced us, it immediately adopted an attack stance, but after that psychic bullet appeared, it immediately turned around and flew towards the shore.”

"This……"

Graqiang thought about it and realized that was indeed the case.

They had intended to control the phantom beast, so before making their move, they were actually prepared to provoke it.

The same is true.

The phantom beast was enraged by them, but then suddenly withdrew its hostility and turned to run away.

The reason for this transformation seems to be the flare that streaked across the sky like a signal flare.

Thinking of this, a guess instantly surfaced in Graqiang's mind.

Could it be that this mythical beast was tamed by that young man?

After all, only domesticated creatures will forcibly suppress their instincts because of "commands".

However, the idea of ​​taming mythical beasts is simply unheard of.

"Gelaqiang, let's move closer first."

Mo Laowu took a deep drag on his cigarette, then exhaled a large amount of smoke, which quickly condensed into numerous purple smoke mechs.

After making these preparations, he said solemnly, "No matter what, we must prioritize controlling that phantom beast."

"clear."

Graqiang's expression hardened, and he suddenly raised his right arm high.

As he moved, a smoke soldier who had just come out of the cabin quickly threw over a surfboard with white smoke trailing from its tail.

"Snapped!"

Gracchan caught the surfboard steadily, took a step over the railing, and leaped into the sea.

His original Nen ability was to materialize surfboards, but this ability could only be activated in the rain.

At this moment, the sky is clear and there are no conditions to activate the ability. They can only rely on the ordinary surfboard that Mo Laowu enhanced with the white smoke ability to move around.

Wow.

The surfboard landed on the sea first, splashing up bursts of water.

Grachan landed steadily on the surfboard, his agile figure remaining motionless in the waves, demonstrating amazing balance.

Upon seeing this, Mo Laowu immediately activated the white smoke attached to the tail of the surfboard.

The plume of smoke spun rapidly, transforming into a highly efficient propeller.

The surfboard, which could only drift with the current, suddenly gained powerful momentum, leaving a straight white trail on the sea.

With the help of Morel's Nen ability, Gracchan sped toward the cliff on the shore at an astonishing speed.

Although the relationship between the phantom beast and the young ability user is still unclear, as Mo Laowu said, the most urgent task is to restrict the phantom beast's freedom of movement.

The reason they are now relentlessly pursuing this mythical beast is because it has pulled on the fishing nets of a fishing boat on the seabed, ultimately causing the boat to capsize and sink.

Although the fishermen on the boat have been rescued, the danger posed by this mythical beast is now fully apparent.

As professional hunters, Mo Laowu and Graqiang could not stand idly by after encountering a creature that threatened the safety of the people.

Chimera received Moro's summons from the flying star. Regardless of what Moro and Graqiang wanted to do, her only thought was to return to Moro's side.

On the edge of a cliff.

When Moro saw the setup that Moro had made, he thought to himself that Chimera had probably really gotten into trouble.

But we'll have to ask to find out exactly what was done.

He is now a member of the Hunter Association, so he doesn't need to worry about communication issues with Morel.

As he read this, Moro suddenly noticed Mo Laowu's actions on the ship's deck.

"Ok?"

Moro raised an eyebrow. Suddenly, Moro Wu adopted a baseball batting stance, his giant pipe drawing a sharp arc in the air as the massive bowl slammed into the tobacco ball suspended in mid-air.

boom!
With a dull thud, the smoke ball shot out like a cannonball, flying towards the chimera in the air.

The tail of the smoke ball trailed a white smoke ribbon, from which dozens of purple smoke soldiers were strung.

These soldiers made of smoke were as light as a feather, and were being pulled into the sky as if they were being flown like kites, without affecting the speed of the smoke balls in the slightest.

"Tsk."

Seeing this, Morrow could only admire the remarkable functionality of Morrow's abilities.

In other words, the plasticity of smoke allows it to play a variety of auxiliary roles in coordinated operations.

But despite his admiration, Moro wouldn't let Moriarty attack the Chimera.

"Flying Star - Fierce Bow"

Moro swiftly mobilized his manifested energy, raised his hand, and aimed at the purple smoke soldier formation that had been carried into the air by the smoke ball. In an instant, a mental bullet condensed in his palm and then shot out. Whoosh—!
The flying star streaked through the air and instantly split into dozens of spirit bullets.

On the deck of a ship.

Mo Laowu's expression changed slightly.

"Such a fast delivery... This person is incredibly strong."

Based solely on this astonishing release speed, Mo Laowu drew his conclusion and confirmed his earlier speculation.

This very strong young man is indeed connected to that mythical beast.

Even so, the movement of the phantom beasts must be restricted first.

Moro quickly responded to Moro's release-type attacks.

Under his precise control, the Purple Smoke Soldiers, strung together in the air, shrank in size to reduce their vulnerable area.

But it's not over yet.

Mo Laowu stared intently at the numerous mental projectiles that came crashing down like a meteor shower.

They were actually trying to use their reflexes to create holes in the Purple Smoke Soldiers' bodies before the psychic bullets hit them, so that the incoming psychic bullets could pass through the holes...

Despite the good idea, there are limits to human capabilities.

Mo Laowu was unable to precisely control so many Purple Smoke Soldiers. As a barrage of psychic projectiles rained down, more than half of the Purple Smoke Soldiers were destroyed in an instant.

If he hadn't shrunk the Purple Smoke Soldiers' size in advance and controlled a portion of them to implement a hollowing-out defensive measure, this wave of meteor shower psychic bullets would have been enough to destroy all the Purple Smoke Soldiers.

Moro witnessed Mo Laowu's response and truly appreciated the sea hunter's superb control.

"The simulated smoke soldiers are highly precise to control, but very weak... The rest are not worth worrying about."

Having destroyed more than half of the smoke soldiers, Moro slowly lowered his hand and made no further moves.

He could tell that Mo Laowu's insistence on attacking the Chimera was to control potential risks.

This is typical of professional hunters.

Furthermore, Moro suspected that the Chimera might have caused the trouble, so he naturally wouldn't let the situation worsen before formally communicating with Moro and the others.

Just then, amidst the howling sea breeze, a sharp whistling sound suddenly tore through the air.

But from the sea below, a harpoon flew through the air.

Moro looked down and instantly pinpointed the harpoon's flight path, concluding that it would only fly past him.

however,
Moro, however, unnecessarily reached out and precisely caught the harpoon that was flying towards him.

hum!
Moro gripped the harpoon shaft firmly with his right hand. As the harpoon went from extreme motion to extreme stillness, it trembled violently and emitted a reluctant hum.

The harpoon's tail was connected to a thin iron chain, which was tied to the smoke cloud at the tail of the surfboard under Grachench's feet.

This harpoon was thrown by Graqiang.

The intention was not to harm Moro, but I didn't expect Moro to catch me so easily.

Seeing this, Ge Laqiang didn't care about anything else and decisively leaped onto the thin iron chain, moving along it at an extremely fast speed.

The chain was quite thin, and because the surfboard moved with the waves, the chain swayed like a wind chime in the sea breeze.

However, thanks to his amazing balance, Graqiang walked on the iron chain as if it were flat ground, and even moved quite fast.

at the same time.

Mo Laowu, who was on the deck of the ship, put the cigarette holder into his mouth.

“Well done, Gerachian… I won’t waste these few seconds you bought for me, and… the sky is on our side too.”

Mo Laowu took a deep drag on his cigarette, his chest suddenly bulging as he felt the change in wind direction with his skin.

right now,

There just happened to be a tailwind blowing towards the shore!

In this way, while Graqiang distracts the enemy, a net of smoke can be blown out at top speed, and then, with the tailwind, the remaining Purple Smoke Soldiers can join forces to create a net of heaven and earth on the phantom beast.

At this moment,

Mo Laowu and Ge Laqiang were of one mind; they both understood what the other should do and how to cooperate with each other.

But Moro wouldn't let them have their way.

Although Grachan's reckless and impulsive behavior did indeed attract Moreau's attention.

However, based on his understanding of Morel's abilities, Morelo knew that the only key to Morel and Gracchan achieving their initial intentions lay in Morel's smoke ability.

Therefore, even if Graqiang took some action, Moro never relaxed his attention to Mo Laowu's side.

"Blitzkrieg"

Without even releasing the harpoon in his hand, Moro's figure suddenly blurred and disappeared.

The harpoon he had been holding suddenly fell from mid-air.

The chain attached to the harpoon instantly lost its support and plummeted straight towards the sea.

Graqiang, however, was prepared. At the critical moment, he unleashed his leg strength and, with the support of his spiritual energy, took to the air.

But Moro's sudden disappearance still gave Grachan a jolt.

at the same time.

Moro crossed a hundred meters and appeared out of thin air beside Mo Laowu.

He put his index and middle fingers together and pressed them against Mo Laowu's throat.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Just as Morel was about to exhale a large amount of smoke, his pupils suddenly contracted. The moment his trachea was impacted, a violent cough interrupted the activation of his Nen ability.

Instantaneous teleportation ability?!

Mo Laowu was shocked and retreated abruptly amidst coughing, but felt a numbness in his wrist, followed by a lightness in his hand.

The pipe had already been taken away by the young man in front of him.

Mo Laowu's expression changed drastically, but his momentary disadvantage actually put him at a disadvantage, causing his alarm bells to stop ringing.

He realized that the other party's "methods" were quite gentle.

Nevertheless, Mo Laowu retreated rapidly while simultaneously maneuvering the remaining twenty Purple Smoke Soldiers on the deck to gather around.

But the next moment,
Mo Laowu's pupils suddenly reflected the sky full of flowing light.

As Moro raised his hand, twenty small balls formed from condensed Nen energy appeared in his palm.

With a flick of his fingers, these small orbs of light, as if possessing life, shot precisely at the surrounding Purple Smoke Soldiers.

The moment each Nen ball collides with the smoke soldier, both simultaneously dissipate into Nen energy specks.

Seeing this, Mo Laowu was shocked.

He was not only astonished by the opponent's exquisite skill in simultaneously manipulating twenty Nen balls in one hand, but also realized that Morrow might have considered the possibility that the attack would affect the ship, so...

With monstrous judgment, he precisely controlled the power of the Nen Ball to just the right degree to counteract the Purple Smoke Soldiers.

"you……"

Mo Laowu's pupils contracted, and just as he was about to speak, he saw Moro take out a hunter's license from his body, seemingly to use his identity as a professional hunter to show that he had no ill intentions.

Upon seeing the hunter's license, Mo Laowu had only one question at that moment.

When did such a person emerge in the association?!

(End of this chapter)