Becoming the Supreme Will starting from Hunter x Hunter

"Unbelievable! Absolutely unbelievable! Suddenly, a lot of things that don't look like humans... uh... or rather, puppets... an army?!"

"Aishmiru is completely surrounded! He's fighting back fiercely..."

"Where is Oboro? Where is Oboro? We can't find him anymore!"

The venue erupted in screams from the host.

On the stage, swords flashed and arrows flew, while small cannonballs bombarded the area, raising small plumes of black smoke and dust.

The small, dilapidated arena was transformed into a small, smoke-filled battlefield.

"Why can't I escape!"

Aisimilu was on the verge of going berserk, cursing inwardly while forcing himself to remain calm.

His combat instincts and experience told him that he had to find Oboro himself as soon as possible; once he was killed, these annoying soldiers would disappear.

Otherwise, once his mental energy is depleted, his situation will become dire.

Although these soldiers don't have high attack power, they still need to use their mental energy to defend... especially archers and artillerymen, whose arrows can still pierce them no matter how they turn their bodies or move their feet.

Artillery ammunition is the most powerful... and it's also unavoidable. Every time he senses an incoming artillery barrage, he has to unleash his full mental power.

After a long while... finally, Ashmiru saw hope.

The black hole from which soldiers kept emerging has vanished!

"get out!"

"I've changed my mind. I'm going to kill you!"

"You can't hide forever. Just wait until I deal with these damned mannequins..."

As the dreadlocked man shouted, the minions, whose numbers had stopped increasing, began to be quickly killed one by one, turning into phantom bubbles.

Long was actually standing just a few meters behind him.

However, Ashmiru was completely unaware that his attention and focus had been diverted by the soldiers' attacks.

Oboro's Nen ability, 'The Game Treasury of the Endless Dreamers,' contains a game rule that is easily overlooked!

Yes... the rules are already in place once the game starts.

The attacks of archers and siege engines are targeted... in other words, once you enter their attack range, there is no way to avoid them.

This is the benefit of complicating Nen abilities!

Unpredictable…

"Go to hell!"

A moment later, Ashmiru seemed unable to withstand the onslaught. Like a wild beast enraged and driven mad, after clearing out the melee soldiers, he pounced on a group of archers and ripped their bodies to shreds with his sharp fists.

But before he could even catch his breath after finishing his move, a shell shot through the air and struck him in the back, exploding instantly.

Although the venue had been mostly cleared out, black smoke still filled the air, making visibility somewhat poor.

The dreadlocked man's psychic powers weakened, and the cannonball caused him to stagger and fall to his knees.

The headphones on my head were blown off.

"what!"

The man with dreadlocks had bloodshot eyes. He shouted and suddenly stood up, his gaze locking onto several artillery vehicles.

But just as he was about to move, his eyelids suddenly twitched violently, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Because, from within the black smoke behind them, a blurry shadow appeared…

Someone came up to him, but he didn't notice them immediately.

"Are you this easily angered when you play games?"

The man with dreadlocks heard the teasing coming from behind him.

He wanted to turn around and leave.

But... it was too late.

Long's single finger sliced ​​through the air, producing a sharp whistling sound.

It precisely pierced through the surface of his body's energy and inserted itself into his temple.

Instantly, the man with dreadlocks trembled, his eyes widening in anger.

As Long lightly pulled out his fingers, which were stained with red and white blood, the man's body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud, lifeless.

For the audience at the scene, they didn't see what happened... Whether it was Ashmiru's operation to clear out the soldiers or Oboro's successful sneak attack, the two of them moved too fast.

In addition, the smoke and dust significantly affected visibility.

"Oh my god! It seems that Oboro defeated Ashmiru and turned the tide! Who could have imagined that the match would end like this... Oboro was once overwhelmed by Ashmiru and couldn't fight back, but in the end, he was the one standing on the battlefield!"

Is he about to rewrite his own 'legend'?

The host shouted.

After the black smoke dissipated, they could see clearly... at Oboro's feet, Ashmiru lay in a pool of blood, his eyes open, lifeless...

"Ouch!"

The audience inside the venue erupted in enthusiastic excitement.

They finally witnessed a spectacular battle, though they couldn't quite grasp its essence, but the fight between the two was still exhilarating.

The important thing is that the winner is Oboro.

His fans were the most excited.

"Help! Someone, come quick! We need to help!"

"Contact the hospital!"

Several staff members ran onto the stage and began examining Ashmiru's body.

Out of humanitarian considerations, Sky Arena will do its best to treat the injured after the match.

Although... it's no longer of any use.

Anyone with eyes can see that the dreadlocks guy is dead.

Long did not greet the audience. With his injured left arm hanging down, he looked like a scarred veteran. He went straight into the passageway after leaving the stage.

"Aishmilu lost!"

"He's considered a powerful figure capable of challenging the Lord of the Tower..."

"This Oboro seems to be able to summon a group of soldiers...like having an army?"

"This newcomer... is terrifying! It seems our previous thinking was too naive. Unless we have absolute certainty, otherwise... any ordinary Nen user... would die if they touched him! The fact that he could defeat Esmerald shows... he has the potential to challenge the 21 floor masters from the 230th to the 251st floors!"

Those Nen users who witnessed the battle in the audience fell silent.

Playing around, cleaning up, and giving the newcomers a "baptism" are the unspoken rules and consensus among everyone on the 200th floor.

A victory won for free.

They thought it was a little lamb, but when they tore off the sheepskin, they found out it was a tiger.

The contestant who had originally intended to challenge Oboro felt a chill run down his spine, but thankfully... he wasn't the one facing Oboro this time.

"Woman...did you already know something?"

A powerful figure from the 200th floor approached Jinsha.

The woman sat in the chair, her body curled up, shivering.

I don't even have the courage to look up and watch the game...

After defeating Oboro, Jinsha wanted to leave... She wanted to escape the Sky Arena as soon as possible and get away from that dangerous man.

However… someone noticed something was wrong and forcibly stopped her.

"I'm asking you a question... Tell me what you know!" Half of his face was wrapped in bandages.

The long-haired man with cold eyes reached out and grabbed Jinsha's hair without any mercy, pulling hard as they stared at each other.

Jinsha dared not resist, her expression pained.

"I I I..."

Jinsha burst into tears and spoke.

……

“You forced out his abilities, so your death was worthwhile… I warned you long ago to be cautious with any enemy… Now that you've ended up like this, you only have yourself to blame.” In a corridor, Zhalon, dressed in military uniform, watched as his friend’s body was carried away by staff, muttering softly.

He and Ashmiru weren't exactly close friends; they met when they came to the Sky Arena... and their personalities were quite compatible.

Therefore, he only felt regret about the death of the dreadlocked man.

Under normal circumstances, most of the Nen users in the stadium right now are thinking about avoiding Oboro.

But as a soldier... Zhalong felt that before challenging the host, Oboro could be considered a good appetizer.

"Their abilities are outstanding... suitable for confusing opponents and waging a protracted war... However, it is also true that the summoned soldiers are not strong in attack and defense! They are fine for holding off enemies of similar strength... but if the difference is too great, no matter how many soldiers there are, they are just a bunch of paper dolls."

"The only thing to be wary of is the 100% accuracy of archers and artillery... His combat thinking and on-the-spot reactions are too slow... Compared to the beginning of the match, he has grown somewhat... but he has also exposed his lack of experience. The best way to deal with this kind of person is not to give him time to delay the match, but to let him adapt to the rhythm... and to kill him with one blow at the beginning and end the battle."

Zhalong closed his eyes, his mind clearly replaying the entire scene of Oboro's match against Ashmiru.

Then, he opened his eyes and made a few comments.

After saying that, he turned around and left.

……

At this moment, Oboro returned to his room and reviewed the process of fighting with the dreadlocked man.

"Whether it's attacking, defending, or dodging... his 'rhythm' is constantly changing, and... his skill in using Nen techniques isn't much better than mine, it's just that the timing of his use is perfect, targeting me every time, making me feel restricted... It's not that he has precognitive abilities, but rather his ability to read the battle, or rather, to see through my attack tendencies and desires..."

"My own combat style is too rigid... Once I've successfully assessed the situation and gained an understanding and judgment of the target's 'data,' things become much easier... When true masters clash, it's all about who has the better adaptability, who can surprise me, and who can break free from conventional thinking..."

"You need to have more martial arts skills to rely on. There are no shortcuts to gaining combat experience. You have to grow step by step. But a large number of martial arts skills can enrich your combat system and are a great help."

Long lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, and let out a sigh.

He now has a sore back and a bleeding arm... and he is also very tired.