I'm extremely interested in Nen abilities.

However, each Hunter License has a serial number for that Hunter Test, with the last digit indicating the test period.

So the period that Yinda focused on investigating was obviously the test number he marked on the hunter's license that the "professional hunter" who called himself Jingyang produced.

With a slip of her hand, Biyou had already retrieved the complete list of those who passed the Hunter Test in this round from the database.

Biyou's hand slipped again, and he had already made a call to Gulu Ko—the Hunter Association's twelve zodiacs can be broadly divided into the conservative and steady faction that values ​​balance, the liberal faction that doesn't get involved in politics, and the radical faction that promotes reform. Gulu Ko, the "Rooster," and Biyou, the "Rabbit," both belong to the radical camp, and the two have always had a good relationship in private.

When the Hunter Association has any major events requiring the mobilization of all hunters, Gulu is always responsible for ensuring that the information is disseminated.

Biyou casually inquired and, after removing a few people from the current hunter list, identified three deceased hunters.

Of the three, only one is an Enhancement Hunter, and contact with him was lost recently.

Biyou tapped a key on the keyboard, bringing up the last mission this Enhancement Hunter had ever carried out—a bodyguard mission. The employer's identity was kept secret.

It's just that it's kept confidential.

Biyou quickly deciphered it and discovered that it was related to the Grey Flesh royal family of the Kingdom of Kakin, seemingly a mission secretly issued by a queen...

Soon, the princess herself caught Biyou's attention.

Because there are signs that records and information about this princess on the internet have been deliberately cleaned up and blocked, it is difficult to find them through conventional means. Even the wedding news of the princess flying into the Greyhound Palace last year, and the photos of her and King Nasby circulating online, have been completely deleted.

This woman secretly posted a job offering bodyguard positions to hunters from the Hunter Association, and now she has vanished without a trace, with even the authorities in Kakin making every effort to erase any trace of her existence...

The elevator doors opened, revealing an empty lobby with only a few martial arts practitioners exchanging experiences.

As Biyou walked out of the hotel, she thought to herself, "The hunter's license that Jingyang showed Yinda was the one that the hunter who was the princess's bodyguard lost after his death? Then Jingyang's true identity..."

Considering what happened at Xian Shui Mountain these past two days, especially the fact that the Nian Beast left behind by Sky Master Gro = Gray Guo Rou had nowhere else to go but ended up residing in Jing Yang's body, it's hard not to overthink it.

"Is he connected to that princess?"

"Judging from Jingyang's age, he's definitely not a lover. So, is he the princess's illegitimate son?"

"And the eerie death wish in his heart, was it left behind by the princess after her death?"

"This matches what he said about his heart becoming like this after his mother's death..."

"The only thing that is hard to explain is why the obsession left behind by a mother after her death would leave such unpredictable hidden dangers to her child's health."

"Could it be that her experiences in life made her regret or even resent this child... But thoughts after death, unless they were instilled in life and strengthened and solidified by obsession after death, only have relatively complex mechanisms; thoughts that temporarily erupt and remain at the moment of death often have very pure 'purposes,' and the mechanisms are not too complicated..."

"Jingyang's thoughts were chaotic and complex, extremely unstable. They didn't seem to be the kind of thoughts his mother had instilled in him before she died and which were then strengthened afterward, nor did they seem to be the kind of thoughts that erupted when he was near death..."

"It's more like a result temporarily created by the collision of multiple unrepeatable factors in an extremely rare coincidence."

Walking down the street, Biyou unconsciously developed a deadpan expression. "Ah, I accidentally went down that line of analysis, and now I feel like I'm doing all this work for nothing..."

She raised her hand and conjured a mobile phone; surfing the internet was still more relaxing.

……

"It wasn't a complete loss, was it?"

In the hotel room, Jing Yang sat cross-legged on the sofa, deep in thought. "Since Dr. Rabbit said that the thoughts in my heart are too complex, with at least three or four components... where did these three or four come from? My godmother's dying obsession, and what about the baby's own will to live? And what about the... some kind of energy that came with me when I transmigrated?"

The classic, mysterious, and unknown energy that came with the time travel transformed into a strange thought after adapting to local customs. After being pieced together from various sources, it finally became this weird thing that has attached itself to my heart.

Since it's related to something as ridiculous as time travel, I guess it won't just backfire and kill me, the time traveler, right?

Jingyang smacked his lips and touched his chest.

Another slightly cool little hand pressed against his hand.

Jingyang looked up and met Xiaodi's gaze. Behind her glasses, her pale purple eyes quietly looked at him.

"I am fine."

Jing Yang comforted him, "At the latest this year... oh, early next year, in January, we'll make a trip to the Hunter Association headquarters."

"How about we get a hunter's license together and get this illness checked out while we're at it?" he asked with a smile.

"Mmm." Little Drop nodded.

"Come here, let me hug you." Jingyang opened his arms. "Now I can really be considered a patient, right?"

Little Di opened her arms wide, "Let me hug you."

Jingyang understood her logic—since you are a patient, then I should care about you, so it should be me who hugs and comforts you, right?

Jingyang smiled, sat cross-legged on the sofa, put his arm around Xiaodi's thigh, leaned against her, and pressed his head against Xiaodi's flat stomach.

It feels heavy on my head...

……

The next day, around 7 a.m. on the same morning, at the same training ground on the back mountain, the same group of martial artists gathered again.

The crowd gathered in small groups, whispering amongst themselves, waiting for Netero to appear.

Jingyang was in a good mood. He had tried it out yesterday, and the increase in his mental energy was significantly better than usual. It seemed that the supplementary mental energy from the "reflection" during the practice of "firmness" had indeed helped his practice by forcibly extending the duration of "firmness." In other words, what was originally supposed to be suffering for just over five hours had innocently turned into suffering for six hours, so there was some compensation.

"If we specifically sought out someone who could help people restore their Nen, or even someone whose Nen ability involved transferring Nen to others... that might greatly improve the efficiency of training!"

As Jingyang was thinking this, Netero arrived at the training ground at some point, still dressed in the same simple clothes as yesterday, chuckling as he stroked his brush-like beard. Jingyang always felt that the old man's smile was very cunning.

He learned the reason when Jingyang came on stage.

Wearing a vest, loose trousers with the cuffs cinched, Netero kicked off his wooden clogs and waved to Jingyang, "Come on, let's try it again today."

The old man had a smile on his face, but what was even more frightening was that he had no breath at all.

Has he entered the "absolute" realm?

Or……

Jingyang gasped, feeling like he was in for a beating.

Chapter 145 Netero Begins to Clench His Hands

Netero only gathered all his energy and entered "Zetsu" just as Zhen Yuanzi was about to enter the arena.

This greatly frustrated the other martial artists.

Clearly, Netero wanted to avoid a repeat of yesterday's situation, where Zhen Yuanzi dragged out the fight for an hour without allowing him a proper counterattack. So, he went back and did some research, and the current situation is Netero's solution...

The problem is that before Zhen Yuanzi took the field, Netero still sparred with the others as usual, regardless of whether they learned Zhen Yuanzi's tactics or not.

If you use 'hardness,' I'll hit your 'hardness' in return.

After only a few uses of his "hard" technique, the other fighters started to panic... their offense and defense faltered, their concentration scattered, and Netero easily found an opportunity to casually point and throw them out of the ring.

People like Yun Gu have given up imitating Jing Yang and are now competing in their own preferred way.

But when Jing Yang took the stage, Netero adopted a different posture and looked quite interested. Even Yun Gu felt a little unbalanced, but had to admit that Jing Yang had indeed done something they couldn't, which was why he received special treatment from Chairman Netero.

Jing Yang, who received special treatment from Nitero, slowly walked onto the field.

Looking at the old man opposite him, whose entire body was not covered by any aura, he said speechlessly, "Let's make this clear first, I won't use my 'absolute' state to compete just because you've entered 'absolute' state."

“No need, no need.” Netero waved his hand, stroked his beard, and took a step forward with a smile. “Just use whatever tricks you have up your sleeve.”

Even though Jing Yang knew that the old man's martial arts skills were indeed incredibly powerful, like a martial Buddha in the human world, he still felt unhappy about being looked down upon like this.

"grumble?"

Little Drop, who was watching the battle, heard Rock Sparrow call out in confusion, and then saw that its aura increased slightly.

The remaining fighters, who had already been beaten or were about to be lined up for another beating, watched the scene and discussed amongst themselves.

"Even Netero, facing this challenge with his 'Zetsu' power, would be in a very difficult position, wouldn't he?"

"If Zhen Yuanzi doesn't also reach the 'Absolute' level, given the strength of his Nen, if he really manages to defeat Netero, who is maintaining the 'Absolute' level... hiss!"

It's understandable that these people couldn't help but think that Netero was being a bit arrogant.

Without the protection of Nen, the physical body is too fragile. If one makes a mistake and is grazed or touched by Zhen Yuanzi's fists and feet filled with Nen, even Netero would be injured at best and die at worst.

Yes, there are many ordinary people in the world who do not have Nen abilities: athletes, soldiers, fighters, assassins, bodyguards... Their physical defense and attack power based solely on their fists and feet are comparable to superhumans. They can shatter steel with a single punch, push ten-ton boulders, and are even invulnerable to knives and bullets. There are such examples.

The problem is that even though these people don't understand Nen abilities or know how to use ki, it is precisely because of this that they have Nen energy within them.

On the contrary, only those who have already mastered Nen can truly enter the state of "Zetsu"—Gon in the manga, who mastered "Zetsu" by imitating animals even before learning Nen, is an extremely rare exception. Gon's example also illustrates that even though many ordinary people who are skilled have not truly mastered Nen, they can still train their bodies to such superhuman levels by consciously or unconsciously mobilizing their latent power, which is life energy, or ki that everyone possesses.

Those skilled at riding fall; those skilled at swimming drown.

Those who are kind-hearted will perish...

Netero adopted a "perfect" stance to challenge Jingyang, but his opponent Jingyang made it clear that he would not follow him into a "perfect" stance. Netero, however, still did not release his "perfect" stance.

The more knowledgeable a person is, the more they feel a chill run down their spine at this moment.

So exciting.

"The president probably finds ordinary competitions too boring," commented Biyou, who came to watch the excitement. "He only finds things interesting when he's looking for something thrilling."

“Then why not seek thrills with Yun Gu or others?” Gai Lu said, “Only when you encounter a challenging opponent will the president’s fighting spirit be ignited.”

"Does this make him a rival to the president?"

“There are opponents for life-or-death battles, opponents for competitions on the same stage, and opponents for mentoring juniors,” Gai Lu said. “If you don’t have this mindset, the president, who has been the best in the world for so many years, would probably be bored to death by now.”

"That is……"

"So you're saying the president is already feeling lonely at the top and needs to occasionally change his mindset and create obstacles for himself—that's what it is?"

As Gail spoke, she realized that Biyou wasn't asking her a question, but rather had noticed the changes on the field.

The other martial artists watching the battle were even more surprised than they were. The eight-armed black figure that suddenly appeared behind Zhen Yuanzi was just too strange!

"Is this Zhen Yuanzi's spirit beast?"

"It's just like this..."

"Doesn't he look a bit like that Black Skull who called himself the Sky Master before?"

"strangeness……"

As the crowd whispered among themselves, Netero smiled and said, "What, are you confident you can get blood from me this time?"

"Given your current state, it's understandable that I might get a little arrogant, right?"

Jingyang assumed a fighting stance, and the qi 'entwined' around his body began to flow.