I'm extremely interested in Nen abilities.

“Artists are all crazy,” Jing Yang clicked his tongue.

Xiao Di pointed to the other side. Jing Yang looked over and saw that at the end of the long steps leading to immortality, the withered tree on the cliff had somehow transformed into a peach tree just like the one in his previous dream. The tree was covered in bright peach blossoms, and with a gentle sway in the wind, the petals flew out like a tide, dissolving into the air and drifting into the front and back mountains.

"Add more, add more, add more! Now this is more exciting!"

The old beggar stood on a tree branch, clapping and dancing, "Otherwise, what joy is there in living?"

"What is the point of dying?"

A sound came from somewhere, followed by two loud bangs. The black skeleton and the white-haired, youthful-looking master were sent flying, smashing the front gate of the villa in the back mountain to pieces and causing half of the front courtyard to collapse.

Amidst the swirling dust, Netero emerged, his sleeves billowing, and glanced at the peach trees on the cliff edge.

"Netero! Who do you think you are!"

The old beggar on the peach tree suddenly flew into a rage, and as he shouted strangely, the entire peach tree shook as if in response.

"Netero! Who do you think you are!"

"Netero! Who do you think you are!"

Countless gray-scaled snakes emerged in dense numbers, converging into identical human figures, all resembling Netero, all uttering the same loud shout.

Netero picked at his ear with his little finger and said, "It's been so many years, old friend, won't you show yourself?"

"I said it all..."

The black-skeletonized figure and the white-haired, youthful-faced master rose from the ruins, their figures gradually merging. Soon, the entire peach tree in full bloom withered instantly, and the old beggar vanished without a trace. The "Netero" figures scattered across the ground, courtyard, and ruins disintegrated into countless gray-scaled snakes, surging towards the merged figures like a tide. Finally, a tall and imposing middle-aged powerhouse emerged from the dust and ruins, pointing his halberd at Netero and coldly shouting, "Netero, what are you! I am Emperor Kakin! What right do you have to meddle in my affairs?"

Netero remained unfazed and calmly walked over. "I'll say it again, Gro = Grey Flesh, you're already dead."

As he spoke, he clasped his hands together and then slapped out with one palm.

What is this all about? !

Jingyang and Xiaodi approached from a distance, almost completely bewildered by the plot. What was going on? Why did I just hear Kajin? How could Kajin suddenly appear here?

[Jingyang, what happened?] Kurapika's anxious voice suddenly echoed in my mind.

Jing Yang sighed. [I freaking want to know too!]

Five thousand words! Then I won't keep making those noises.

Chapter 134 A Lonely Shadow Across Heaven and Earth, Drunken to Death and Dreamlike Life

Jingyang briefly recounted what had happened, and concluded by asking, "What's the situation on the other side of the mountain?"

[Much more complicated...]

Kurapika said solemnly, "If, as you say, the Sky Master himself is very likely already dead, and what you're seeing are merely the various Nen beasts he left behind... then I think this so-called art exhibition is simply to provide enough 'inspiration' for the continued existence of these Nen beasts."

[Or rather, the emotional experiences of being a living person...]

Kurapika's room has become a bizarre place where countless materialized art worlds intertwine. The corridors are twisted, the floors are swirling, the ceiling has turned into grass, the clock seems to have melted, and other people, as they walk, suddenly turn into shapes like oil paintings. Some people's shouts have even turned into materialized musical notes that float in the air.

This art exhibition has been held at Senso-saeng forty years. It started after the Senso-saeng conference that Bisky attended with Netero's help.

[It seems Netero orchestrated this whole thing himself.] Jingyang said, [Netero knew from the very beginning everything that had happened, was happening, and would happen on Xianshui Mountain over the past 40 years...]

But Bisky said that the Sky Master she saw 40 years ago was an old man who looked even more frail than Netero. This description is obviously completely different from the appearance of "Kakin the Great", which is the combination of the Gray Scale Snake, the old beggar, the peach tree, the black skull and the person who originally called himself the Sky Master, that Jing Yang saw at this moment.

This so-called Emperor Kakin is actually a middle-aged man in his prime, and he looks much more energetic than Netero!

It even withstood a palm strike from the Netero Hundred Style Guanyin!

Jingyang and Xiaodi saw from afar that Netero clasped his hands together, then swung one palm out from the air. Behind him, a majestic and enormous multi-armed Guanyin statue, weeping blood and tears, faintly appeared.

With a single palm strike, Guanyin sent the imposing Emperor Kajin flying, nearly plunging him off the summit of Xianshui Mountain.

That's already amazing.

A normal person would be mangled beyond recognition and turned into a pancake by this palm strike.

Jingyang at least believed that with his current skills, he definitely couldn't withstand any of the Hundred Styles Guanyin's palm strikes; even a slight brush or collision could result in serious injury.

The pinnacle of human martial arts, truly deserving of the title.

The most terrifying thing is that Netero's aura can only be sensed at the moment he unleashes the Hundred Styles of Guanyin and claps his hands.

"Xiao Di, did you see it clearly?" Jing Yang asked.

Xiao Di stared intently, but could only shake her head.

Netero stood there, but apart from that brief moment when he swung his hand, he looked like an ordinary old man. His aura was like an ancient fossil, completely still, without any trace of flow—but that was impossible. To use Nen, one must mobilize the aura, and it must flow.

Netero's control over ki and his understanding of power have reached an incredible level.

Even when striking with a palm, the moment when one's vital energy leaks out is extremely brief.

If Jingyang hadn't read the comics in his previous life and known the details of Netero's abilities beforehand, he probably would have been like Xiaodi, unable to see any changes at all. He would have simply thought that Netero had casually struck from a distance, and that Emperor Kakin was like a conman's accomplice who had been sent flying backwards.

……

"I give this kind of art 200 points!"

Critics Damat emerged from the bedroom, laughing heartily and giving two thumbs-up. "Looks like I'm still having a blast?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the bizarre scene in the room was filled with thunderous applause, whistles, and a torrent of gratitude.

As for the other bodyguards?

Unlike Kurapika, who was protected by Jingyang's star mark, they had already been marked with peach petal marks in their dreams last night. At this moment, they were also deeply immersed in their own materialized dreams, unable to extricate themselves. Various intense emotional experiences burst forth in physical form. Kurapika even saw that the square-faced bodyguard had changed into the Hunter Association Chairman Netero's clothes, and had grown a brush-shaped mustache on his square face...

Over there, Jing Yang offered a suggestion: "The best way to calm them down is to force them into 'Absolute'. This materialized dream realm is definitely created using their individual auras. If these people enter 'Absolute' on their own, they should be able to control the situation somewhat."

"Yes." Kurapika agreed. "However, compared to 'Zetsu,' completely exhausting their energy is more thorough."

As he spoke, he waved his hand and released a wisp of energy that condensed into a dolphin-shaped bookshelf.

Book Two, "Hellfire"!

"Ding dong!"

Just then, the doorbell rang.

"Who is it at this time?"

Kurapika caught the second book that flew towards him, but was surprised to hear the sound of the front door opening.

He glanced back and saw that everyone was there, engrossed in their own physical dreams. Could they be waiters?

According to Jingyang, all the waiters on Xianshui Mountain were creations transformed from some kind of gray-scaled serpent's spiritual power, and they should have already merged with other human or non-human creations.

"I give this kind of art 200 points!"

A familiar, hearty laugh came from the doorway. Kurapika went to investigate and was both surprised and instinctively angry, but then he realized that it was understandable.

【While things are in complete chaos right now, why don't you hurry up and catch that guy, Ma Xiu = Harrison?】 Jing Yang's voice echoed in his mind through the ring.

[I didn't need to go myself; he came looking for me himself.]

Kurapika's aura surged, transforming into the form of a giant skeleton knight.

Looking towards the front gate, Kurapika was chatting and laughing with another materialized version of Damat, while he himself stood amidst a pile of severed limbs and remains, holding a bunch of smug, red-eyed Mash Harrison in his hands... A fiery red ignited in Kurapika's eyes, and at the same time, the skeleton knights that transformed from his aura also seemed to be burning, with their edges showing a fiery red burning state.

I'll resolve it quickly.

……

Jingyang didn't know how quickly Kurapika would finish, but Netero did finish off Emperor Kakin quite quickly.

After the so-called Emperor Kakin was swatted away by Netero's palm, countless gray-scaled snakes surged like waves from the ground in the direction he was swatted away, and then coalesced into the shape of the middle-aged man from before. He had just been swatted away by Netero as easily as a fly, but he seemed to have lost his memory and was still full of vigor. Then he was swatted away by Netero's palm again, and he exploded in the air, with black skulls, old beggars and other things flying everywhere.

Whoosh!

The black skeleton, the old beggar, the gray-scaled snakes, the peach blossom shadows, and the Sky Master merged back into one after landing, charging towards Netero once more.

They happened to pass by Jingyang and Xiaodi on the way, and Jingyang quickly pulled Xiaodi aside to make way.

Netero calmly and comfortably unleashed another palm strike.

This time, he didn't even use the Hundred Styles of Guanyin; he simply delivered a regular enhancement-type palm strike, the force of which sent Emperor Kakin's head flying off.

Is this guy slowly getting weaker?

Looking at the headless body that was stubbornly stuck in place, Jingyang couldn't help but think to himself.

At first, this guy who called himself Emperor Kakin could withstand Netero's Hundred Styles of Guanyin, but now he couldn't even withstand a casual slap from Netero, and was decapitated—to distinguish whether Netero used the Hundred Styles of Guanyin, you only need to see if he made a gesture of clasping his hands together. Of course, it's quite difficult to see Netero make such a quick gesture of clasping his hands together.

Boom, boom, boom...

His head rolled closer to him and Little Drop, still gritting his teeth as he shouted at Netero, "I am Emperor Kakin, who rivals the True Martial King! A martial arts master who surpasses the heavens! The conqueror of the Dark Continent! I am Gro = Gray Flesh! Netero, you—"

“Wake up!” Netero said calmly. “Gro=Grey Guorou is long dead. He can’t compare to the True Martial King. The sky is there, no one needs to surpass it. The Dark Continent has never been conquered by anyone. On the contrary, the Dark Continent defeated Gro=Grey Guorou… You are nothing but a Nen Beast.”

Xiao Di and Jing Yang both clearly saw that the expression on that head's face became extremely shocked.

The head murmured, "No! No, I am Gro=Grey Guorou! I am Emperor Kakin! I am the Sky Master! I am Gro=Grey Guorou..."

There was a hint of melancholy in Netero's voice. "My dear friend died 100 years ago and was only buried 40 years ago."

He glanced at the sky, did some quick calculations, and said, "In about 10 minutes, it will be the appointed time. I will arrive as promised, and you should leave as promised."

“This is the oath we made together!” Netero stroked his brush-like mustache, his expression shrouded in deep shadow, and smiled slightly. “Have you forgotten?”

"I……"

The head gradually emitted a mournful, plaintive sound, flew off and crookedly rejoined the body, its狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious/hideous) question, "Netero! Why didn't you save me!"

A wisp of black energy surged from his body as he charged toward Netero.

"Ugh……"

Netero lowered his eyes and sighed, his hands clasped together seemingly quickly but slowly. "My dearest friend, Gro = Grey Flesh, is long dead."

The Hundred Forms of Guanyin appeared faintly behind him, with two streaks of blood and tears on her expressionless face. Her raised arms came together and then separated, unleashing a series of palm strikes with unimaginable, extremely powerful and fierce force, instantly obliterating the stubbornly resisting Emperor Kakin.

"Netero!!"

The figure vanished into thin air, and then came that shout. Jingyang immediately remembered the same sound he heard when the Bodhisattva made of flower petals clapped his hands in the dream he had first experienced on Xianshui Mountain.

Exactly the same.

Little Di exclaimed "Ah!" and pointed ahead, saying, "He's not dead."