Becoming the Supreme Will starting from Hunter x Hunter

Hisoka dashed out like a mad dog.

Head straight for Ik.

He destroyed some of the stone figures along the way... Even when weapons came at him, Hisoka did not dodge.

Seemingly reckless, he was actually pursuing speed when he attacked the old man... His intuition told him that the enemy was far stronger than him.

He must proactively create opportunities…

Within the most extreme time limit.

Bang! But then, Hisoka's expression changed drastically... The old man he had been staring at suddenly appeared beside him and kicked him in the stomach.

Hisoka coughed up blood, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Like a kite with a broken string, he was sent flying backward at an even greater speed than when he came, crashing into the stone wall.

Ike slowly lowered his foot, controlling his strength, not intending to kill his opponent with a single blow…

Because he wanted to play, he wanted to continue experiencing this surging power.

This person, who looks like a madman, is about as strong as the one he just killed.

It's a nice toy.

"As for the other one..."

The old man's gaze fell on Kaki, who was sitting at the entrance of the cave.

Suddenly, a stone figure leaped into the air and landed on top of Kaki's head, slashing down with its longsword, splitting the latter in two with a single move.

Wow.

Stones fell from the rock wall that had been smashed into a crater.

Ike stared calmly at the ground, a psychic force had already stuck his feet to the ground, rendering him unable to move.

"Was it a response made in that split second?"

The old man suddenly realized something.

Using his telekinesis to pull himself up, Hisoka burst through the air as if flying, his speed increasing once again.

But... when you get close to the enemy, preparing to attack with cards.

The sticky Nen energy beneath Ike's feet was easily broken free, and the latter's large hand pressed down on the back of Hisoka's head, gathering its strength to push downwards.

Hisoka's entire upper body immediately smashed through the bricks and sank into the mud.

"Hahahaha!"

The old man laughed heartily.

Despite being severely injured and still not fully up from the ground, Hisoka swung one arm, holding a playing card, and slashed at the enemy's knees.

But the old man stepped on his palm.

However, Ike didn't exert any force. Instead, he took a few steps back and said mockingly, "Go on, let me see what you're capable of..."

Time passed slowly, and in less than ten minutes, Hisoka fell down again and again, but no matter how many times he was attacked or how much the old man mocked him, he would get up again.

Even Ik had to praise him.

Although Hisoka and Oboro gave him similar feelings, Hisoka seemed to be slightly stronger in terms of willpower, but that was all.

Humans have their limits...

Hisoka too.

He's only in his early twenties, and he was already carrying an injury...

After a futile struggle, it finally collapsed.

This was only because Ike held back; otherwise... Hisoka would have been instantly killed as well.

“You and him, you are what you call geniuses, right? I know there are many people like you outside of Dongguotuo. You have a talent and understanding of Nen that far surpasses ordinary people, and your cultivation speed is terrifyingly fast. It’s really enviable.”

Ike bent down, reached out and grabbed Hisoka's red hair, pulling him up from the ground.

Hisoka was severely exhausted and covered in wounds, but he was still conscious... Hearing the old man's words, his slightly open eyes revealed naked mockery.

This made Ike's expression darken.

"The weak...are...pitiful..."

Hisoka's lips moved slightly as he uttered a few words.

The old man felt as if he had been stung by those words.

His fingers immediately pinched Hisoka's cheek, intending to crush his head.

"Game progress error!"

"Unable to...repair..."

"The game...crashed...crashed..."

Suddenly, intermittent sounds rang out from the quiet underground.

Ike immediately looked toward the source of the sound and saw a button with a human face in the air, appearing and disappearing intermittently, constantly trying to manifest but failing.

And eventually, it dissipated into individual pixel blocks...

"Ok?"

The old man was startled, dropped Hisoka, and looked at the corpse that was still impaled by weapons and should have been dead long ago.

Only then did he realize that the body had stopped bleeding long ago…

"Prepare to...your...death."

As Hisoka fell to the ground, a surge of Nen energy, burning like a raging flame, appeared in his field of vision, its aura extremely ominous.

Beneath my closing eyelids, a familiar figure, shrouded in black psychic power, landed with several broken weapons stuck in its body, and gradually straightened up.

Hisoka saw the man's eyes... they were a fiery red, like torches.

He uttered a soft sentence, his heart filled with excitement at the sight, but unfortunately his physical condition was too poor... otherwise, he would have been even more 'pleasant'.

Hisoka closed his eyes in satisfaction.

84. Rules vs. Rules

"call…"

Wisps of white breath escaped from the corners of Long's mouth, his eyes were very abnormal, almost completely filled with bloodshot veins... and every part of his body was spewing out strange Nen energy.

This aura is not ordinary spiritual energy; it carries a certain will.

At this moment, Ike was able to clearly perceive it.

Normal Nen users would use Ten to lock their Nen energy on their body surface and prevent it from leaking out... But Oboro's state is more like the body's life energy is too strong, and it is purely releasing energy outwards, giving the feeling that 'training' has been sublimated to the extreme.

"what is that?"

Ike couldn't help but take a step back.

He discovered that Oboro seemed unconscious... in a state of fainting or delusion.

His psychic power surged, manifesting countless shadows... constantly intersecting and flashing. Some were white-haired boys with white marks on their faces; others were strong men wearing horned helmets and wielding large swords.

Floating behind them are an old man with long hair and a beard, resembling a clockwork object; a werewolf that looks like a monster; and a mysterious figure holding a brass lamppost…

The figures formed by his mental power kept changing. In just a few seconds, Ike saw at least a dozen different figures... These unknown figures were entangled around Oboro, making him look as if he were possessed by a group of evil spirits, which made people shudder.

At the same time... the space behind Oboro was like a screen with a short circuit, shaking frequently... a large number of mosaic-like pixels fell to the ground and dissipated into flame-shaped psychic energy.

So weird!

This situation was completely beyond Ike's comprehension.

How could he still be alive?

That kind of injury... even if the bleeding is stopped, it's still fatal.

"It's no use... No matter what you do, you can't bridge the gap between us." Then, Ike calmed down, his face turning cold.

The ceremony is still ongoing…

He is invincible.

After saying that, he instantly flashed in front of Oboro and threw a punch.

As a manipulator, the power he possesses at this moment has made him abandon the usual manipulator's preferred method of maintaining distance when attacking.

The moment he made his move, Ike realized that his power was draining away, and he forced himself into a weakened state.

The man in front of them was surrounded by a shield of light, accompanied by various rainbow-like rays of different colors.

His fist shattered the shield and struck Oboro hard...

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

The old man said indifferently.

But... the attacks that could easily pierce through its flesh before were blocked by its incredibly tough skin this time!

"!!!"

Ike was startled.

Looking up, he saw countless shadows staring at him from his body... not only people, but also other strange creatures.

The man's body seemed to have become different.

"His defensive capabilities..."

Before the old man could think it through, Long raised his finger and slowly touched his forehead.

Like a frightened bird, Ike retreated in an instant.

However, his speed at this moment... is nowhere near that of Oboro.

Long seemed to traverse space, appearing behind him. Ike's throat barely moved before... his head was sliced ​​off his neck by a shadow.

Fifth rebirth!