Becoming the Supreme Will starting from Hunter x Hunter

Unable to speak, the man, in his final moments, signaled to his captain with his eyes, "Run! Take advantage of the moment this man kills both of us, run! With your abilities, escaping shouldn't be a problem!"

The expressionless man understood the look in his teammate's eyes, and his eyes widened in fury.

He immediately stopped and did not follow Oboro to stop him... His speed and agility were not as fast as the former's, and he could only watch helplessly as the enemy slaughtered his companions at will.

From the moment the man in the suit appeared, the balance of power in the room completely shifted.

The man with facial paralysis clenched his teeth, exerted force with both legs, and ran in the opposite direction from Long, turning into a distant black dot as he quickly escaped!

At that moment, Oboro had already flashed to the woman holding the whip.

The woman was horrified that her captain would desert his post.

He immediately changed the direction of his weapon attack and began to strike Oboro repeatedly.

However, no matter how fast she swung her whip, without exception, she only hit the man's lingering afterimage in the air, failing to strike his actual body.

In the blink of an eye, those cold eyes were already right in front of me.

Click!

A dark figure suddenly sprang to attention, crossed her arms, and the woman's head was instantly turned 180 degrees, and she stopped breathing.

poof...

The woman lay dead on the ground, utterly defenseless and dying suddenly.

Men Qi remained remarkably calm upon witnessing this scene.

She had a rough estimate of Oboro's abilities... plus, the team members had become somewhat numb to Oboro's performance these past few days. So, even if Oboro had some extraordinary performance, it would be commonplace in Menqi's eyes.

She put away the kitchen knife, jumped down in front of him, and looked in the direction the scarred man had disappeared. "He escaped!"

"There's no escape."

Instead of rushing after them, Long instructed, "Take a few of them and find a place to hide... we're not sure if there are any other ambushers from other forces around."

"Ah."

Menqi nodded.

After he finished speaking, the ghostly mist swayed and rushed towards the spot where the scarred man had left, drifting away like a streak of fire.

……

Meanwhile, the scenery of the forest rushed past Steve.

Steve, also known as Scarface

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My heart was suddenly filled with turmoil, and I was unable to calm down for a while.

He imagined that terrifying guy attacking him... an enhancement type?

No... Judging from the form of Nen ability, it seems to be another type, but why is the attribute, strength, and destructiveness of Nen almost comparable to the Enhancement type... This is not an amplification that can be given by physical attributes alone.

That kick... almost broke through his 'firmness'.

Extensive combat experience!

Even though he had noticed the other person's entry beforehand, and one of his teammates had been killed, this person's attack still didn't give him a chance to defend or block it head-on!

My body’s subconscious reactions and movements were seen through in an instant.

Their team made a major misjudgment of the enemy's combat strength!

They completely underestimated men in suits!

"Damn it!" Steve cursed under his breath.

Apart from the man in the suit, the other five are no threat; they are obviously trash... but why?

Why would such a powerful figure lead such a young and inexperienced squad?

unexpected.

Suddenly, Steve's breath hitched, and his feet slid across the ground, coming to an abrupt stop.

The force he couldn't control caused his feet to push up a trail of rotten branches and soil, leaving two footprints behind him.

He looked up and saw a familiar figure emerging from the darkness ahead.

It's him!

Steve's pupils contracted.

The other party was actually able to catch up with me, who was fleeing at full speed and had taken the lead... as if they had deliberately gone in a circle and intercepted me ahead of time.

"I initially thought... the three teams within your restricted area wouldn't easily contact us and cause conflict. After all, your goal is the resources within the ruins... But everyone has different ways of thinking and different plans..."

Long walked over step by step, coldly saying, "Judging from your actions, you should be the group that gained the least among the three teams. You wanted to kill us to buy more time... right?"

“Our ambush was perfect…you didn’t even notice, including you!”

Steve clenched his fists.

He knew he couldn't escape!

For him, what follows will be a fierce battle.

“You’re right…you’re excellent, I don’t deny that.”

"You should have met the other two groups, right? Give me the information I need, and I'll let you go..." Long said.

"I'm not a newbie. You should save that kind of lie for fooling kids!"

Steve let out a cold laugh and immediately pounced on Long Fei to launch an attack.

His punches were powerful and heavy, yet incredibly fast, with added variations... Although Oboro managed to dodge most of the blows in close combat, he was still grazed a few times.

After being touched by the fist, a palm-sized electronic screen appeared above Oboro's head.

A scorer.

Every time the scarred man hits him, the score on the screen changes...sometimes high, sometimes low.

The prices range from 700 to over 900.

"interesting…"

In just a few seconds, Oboro analyzed the opponent's abilities.

The numbers on the screen represent the power of each punch landed by the scarred man.

The maximum score should be 1000, while the former can select and lock one from a set of values, once...

Once locked in, the damage from his punches almost stopped at that level and wouldn't decrease any further.

This is actually quite scary... because no one can guarantee that every move they make will be incredibly powerful.

If the destructive power remains at 1000 points, combined with the opponent's enhancement techniques, ordinary people simply cannot withstand it.

The key to this ability is scoring high!

Of course, Oboro was no ordinary opponent, and the scarred man couldn't rack up points for long... After two minutes of fierce fighting, the scarred man was knocked to the ground by Oboro's punch, bounced up like a grasshopper, created distance, and spat out a mouthful of blood onto the ground.

Then, looking at the screen above Long's head, the value was locked at 948, the highest value the scarred man had ever hit.

Then, the screen disappeared... The man's mental power in his hands instantly increased by nearly double.

"The fun has just begun!"

Steve clenched his fists, his fighting spirit surging.

But... strangely, Oboro suddenly stopped using his Nen and looked at him with an unusually indifferent gaze.

"It has ended."

"Long said softly."

As soon as he finished speaking, Steve's face turned ashen, he clutched his chest with one hand, opened his mouth wide, and knelt on the ground... unable to breathe.

He stared in disbelief at Long, who had walked up to him, clearly not understanding what had happened.

The ghostly mist swirling around the body of the ghostly creature was accompanied by the occasional roars of vengeful spirits, which stirred the mind and made it impossible to concentrate.

Steve thought this was Oboro's ability...

"I destroyed the tissue in your lungs a minute ago, but you were fighting so hard that you didn't realize it... Your body, or rather your adrenaline, numbed your brain. Of course, I also temporarily severed some of your sensory nerves."

"If you had noticed it earlier, there would have been room for recovery... Now, it's too late."

As he spoke, Long bent down, picked up the scarred man whose pupils were already dilated and whose limbs were twitching due to extreme lack of oxygen, and left the scene.

Close combat is just a pretext...

Acupressure and pulse manipulation are the real killer moves.

He was in a hurry; he hadn't collected the fallen souls and black mist yet... They would disappear in a little while.

114. Complex Relationships

"No! My ability requires that the target retain a portion of their initial consciousness... He's already..."

Soon, Long met up with Menqi and the others.

He had arrived as quickly as possible, hoping that Anthony could use his abilities to extract some information from the scarred man.

But at this point, the scarred man had completely fallen into a coma... and there was hardly any breath coming from his nose or mouth.

Without saying much, Long slapped the scarred man's head, turning his brain tissue into mush, and then threw the body away.

Of course, the 'fallen' souls and black mist were still absorbed.

"Only six people, four souls, two layers of black mist, yet the improvement they received is far greater than that of the Nen users outside the forbidden zone... It's a matter of strength." Oboro sensed the changes within himself and smiled slightly.

The attack range has increased dramatically from ten centimeters to fifteen centimeters.

The probability of critical strikes and spell power have also increased significantly.

If… after Netero dies…

Long couldn't help but think of something...

Unfortunately, the battle between the old man and the ant king not only resulted in explosions and radiation on the battlefield, but also spread infectious viruses.