Becoming the Supreme Will starting from Hunter x Hunter

"The reason you deliberately used a handkerchief to display your Nen ability in the first place was just to give me the illusion that your Nen power was visible..."

Above, Hisoka shrugged, his disheveled appearance seemingly unaffected. The boy ran a hand through his red hair. "A strong mutual attraction, and an invisible magnet... is this your trump card? A bit boring..."

"..."

Seeing that Moritonio remained silent.

Hisoka added, "The essence of magic is concealment... You've been too sloppy in that respect."

"The outcome is not yet decided... Boy, as you can see... my ability is to transform Nen into a magnetic iron pillar, but I haven't used my full strength yet... You're getting a little too excited!"

"The bipolarity of iron dye!"

The old man gave a soft shout, and suddenly...

The number of iron rods appearing in the air has increased significantly.

"Stop playing around... hurry up."

At that moment, Oboro, who was standing on the ground, coldly shouted something at Hisoka.

He lost interest in watching anymore.

"hehe…"

Hisoka chuckled, and the next second, he disappeared from sight.

Moritonio wielded the iron rod, frantically shooting at Hisoka's afterimages that flashed around him, but all his attacks missed.

"Impossible... How could he be so fast?!"

"Where are they...where are they?"

The old man kept turning his head, his eyes darting around, trying to pinpoint Hisoka's location.

However, they discovered that Hisoka kept appearing on the iron bars, sometimes standing and sometimes crouching, but only for a fleeting moment without lingering.

Even worse... the old man didn't know what had happened. The iron rod, which was originally a manifestation of his Nen power, seemed to be trying to break free of his control and become Hisoka's plaything, changing direction in mid-air.

"why?"

"Is he imitating my ability? Or... is this his Nen ability? But that shouldn't be the case... He doesn't even understand the basics of Nen training, and he hasn't even mastered 'Hair' to a mature level. He's just using Nen. What kind of ability is that?"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"Imitation? This feeling... is just like that guy's back then..."

In a daze, Moritonio thought of someone: Kim Freecss.

The next moment, Hisoka finally circled around behind Moritonio, descended from the sky, and landed crouching down.

"Let me end this performance with my magic trick..."

Hisoka said softly.

Then, he pulled on his hand.

High in the sky, the enormous magnets that had gathered around the old man were instantly pulled together and all crashed into the target in the center.

boom!

A deafening sound rang out, the air surged, and even the stadium buildings trembled.

Hisoka snapped his fingers, admiring his masterpiece.

A mangled, blood-covered figure fell from a height of tens of meters and crashed to the ground.

"Cough cough cough..."

Moritonio lay on the ground, coughing up blood repeatedly.

His pupils were somewhat dilated.

"My ability... the bipolarity of iron staining, so this is how it's supposed to be used? Hisoka... did it better than me... I never imagined my Nen could be so perfect..."

The old man muttered listlessly.

“My telekinesis has the properties of both rubber and chewing gum. I stick one end to a magnet and change its behavior. I stick the other end to you and then, in one breath, I make it shrink… I call this move ‘Elastic Love’.”

Hisoka walked slowly towards them.

"Chewing gum... Bungeegum? It's a kid's snack... Heh... That's your style..."

The blood that had spilled from Moritonio's mouth had already flowed into his nasal cavity.

"This... should be your... first time using telekinesis in combat... How... are you able to do this?" Moritonio's aura was already extremely weak.

"To him, your telekinetic skills and abilities are far too simple... He's been observing you ever since he joined the circus..."

"The massacre of ordinary people also eroded your potential, making you believe that you could handle everything with Nen techniques. You clearly knew more Nen techniques than him, using Enchanting to strengthen your defense, Zetsu to conceal yourself, and Training to increase your fighting spirit... You had so many methods at your disposal, yet none of them showed any advantage... Your combat mindset remained at the level of an ordinary Nen user, and that is... the reason for your failure."

A cold, indifferent voice came from the distance, causing the old man's stiff eyes to look over.

"So... what I called my all-out effort... was actually so... full of loopholes and laughable in your eyes..."

“Hisoka… Oboro…you two…and him…are indeed…monsters from the same…world.”

After stammering out his last words, Moritonio breathed his last and died.

The "he" mentioned by the former undoubtedly refers to Kim Freecss.

Hisoka slowly crouched down, picked up the handkerchief that had fallen from Moritonio's face, imbued it with his Nen power, and, following the principle the old man had just explained, cast the 'Illusion of Lightness', transforming Moritonio into the appearance of the serial killer John.

His telekinetic abilities are well-suited to this move.

"Hmm... this face suits you better."

Hisoka chuckled, "I was actually quite looking forward to this match... but... it's a bit boring..."

"So... am I just too strong?"

"..."

Long didn't reply and turned to leave.

Moritonio is dead, and there's no point in him staying in the circus anymore; he's preparing to leave.

Seeing this, Hisoka immediately followed with quick steps, and the two left the venue side by side.

As night deepened, the troupe members continued their celebration.

Having finally escaped, Abaci also came out to look for the three, but couldn't find them for a while...

"Strange... Ugh... Where did those two guys go?"

10. Growth Plan and Separation

Where are you going next?

In a hotel suite in Graham, Hisoka sat on the floor stacking poker towers and asked Oboro a question.

The two had already left the venue without saying goodbye to anyone else.

Because... there's no need.

From the very beginning, neither Hisoka nor Oboro seemed to have any intention of getting close to the members.

"I don't need to tell you."

Oboro opened the window, and the sudden gust of cold wind blew away the cards Hisoka had scattered all over the floor.

"hazy……"

Hisoka lowered his eyes and glanced at Oboro with a strange look in his eyes, as if he wanted to say something... He released his Nen without restraint.

Sensing Nian, Oboro tensed up and turned around.

Hisoka's eyes met his. "Are you going to attack me?"

“Morittonio is just an appetizer. You should understand that the person who truly interests me… is you.” Hisoka picked up a trump card, his face revealing undisguised fighting spirit, and slowly stood up.

Click!

Oboro also released his Nen... and his Nen capacity was even greater than Hisoka's.

The two opposing forces clashed and exerted their pressure on each other in the room... The surrounding glass, unable to withstand the strain, began to crack.

"You will die..."

Long pulled his hand out of his pocket, his knuckles cracking like firecrackers.

"How will I know if I don't try... Besides... it wouldn't be bad to be killed by you." Hisoka said in a morbid way, and it was clear that he was getting excited.

Long fell silent.

He wasn't confident he could deal with Hisoka, or even defeat him... If the two were to fight, his advantage lay in his understanding of Nen and his familiarity with Hisoka's abilities... He knew what methods Hisoka had.

The disadvantage... is combat talent!

He has no real combat experience... Hisoka also lacks it, but judging from his performance in the fight against Moritonio, this guy's fighting instincts are monstrous.

If they really fought, Oboro would definitely not have the upper hand.

However, even if he can't beat Hisoka... Oboro is confident that Hisoka can't do anything to him.

Looking at Hisoka's face, which was on the verge of climax, Oboro frowned and suddenly withdrew his Nen.

"Ok?"

Hisoka, who was already in a fighting stance, was taken aback.

Whoosh!

He could tell... that Oboro had no interest in fighting him.

But the foreplay had already begun, and Hisoka naturally didn't want to give up... Without saying a word, he threw a card at Oboro's face.

Snapped!

Long reached out and caught the card steadily. "Your provocation means nothing to me... I have no expectations of you, or rather, of you right now."

Hisoka chuckled upon hearing this and stopped attacking as well.

What he wanted was... a fierce battle with Oboro... If Oboro wasn't in the mood, his one-sided attack would be useless and would only be a disappointment.

"That's it..."