I'm extremely interested in Nen abilities.

Click, click, click...

Both players moved their pieces very quickly, exchanging moves back and forth like two novices pecking at each other.

Snapped!

As Jing Yang placed his piece, a wisp of death energy flew by, its direction deviating from the whirlpool by 300 meters. It seemed to have been disturbed by the turbulent currents in the sea and disappeared without a trace.

The death energy merged into the thought "From the highest heavens to the deepest hells" in his heart, transforming into a hazy gray current of energy swirling around the gray figure on the death energy panel.

"The rope broke..." A worker in the distance looked at the broken rope that had drifted back from the edge of the whirlpool and shook his head at his colleague.

Xiao Di pondered the chessboard for a long time before finally placing a piece on it, her fingertip pressing down on the piece, and saying, "Checkmate."

"Really?" Jing Yang glanced at it twice, then asked with a straight face, "What do the rules say?"

"Shouldn't I be the one to stop you?" Xiao Di wasn't sure anymore, so she quickly made the bulging-eyed fish spit out the introductory book again, and then she heard Jing Yang on the other side burst into laughter.

“So I am indeed the general.” She nodded.

call!

Another wisp of death energy entered Jing Yang's heart, transforming into a second wisp of hazy gray energy that coiled around the gray figure.

With a thought, Jing Yang injected the two points of warm death energy into one corner of the hexagonal panel. Instantly, the number next to his "Enhancement" changed.

"69.2%" → "71.2%"

Jingyang picked up a pebble and used the technique of "Zhou" to wrap his spiritual energy around it. Just as picking flowers and flying leaves can harm people, a pebble empowered by energy can also be a murder weapon.

puff!

Jing Yang made a cut on his palm, and blood flowed out instantly.

The star on the back of the neck immediately activates its self-healing power.

It stopped the bleeding instantly.

The wound on my palm is healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This kind of superficial wound healed in almost two breaths. By the third breath, the wound had healed to the point where only a light pink scar remained. Soon even that scar disappeared, as if the injury had never occurred.

Jing Yang clenched his fist and cut his hand again with the pebbles wrapped in qi, but at the same time, he patted the star mark behind his neck—the star mark disappeared with a whoosh.

The wound opened up, and blood flowed freely.

This time, the wound and the bleeding showed no signs of stopping immediately.

Jingyang glanced at the "71.2%" enhancement limit on the death aura panel, recalling the feeling when the starred self-healing power was activated. Thinking of the medical ninjutsu in Naruto, and treating it as a kind of ritual, he condensed his Nen into an invisible sphere in his palm and pressed it against the wound on the palm of his other hand...

Chapter 207 You're Better Than Auntie

The "Medical Ninjutsu: Palm Healing Technique" was unsuccessful.

It is evident that enhancing one's healing abilities is not so easy to acquire.

Jing Yang looked at the scabbed wound on his palm with some regret—he was a Nen user with a Nen capacity of over 20,000, and his physical abilities were already superior to ordinary people. This small scratch would naturally heal much faster than the average person.

According to Jingyang's idea, his starred item itself has healing and health-restoring functions, which means that he has potential in this area.

The type that can best utilize this potential is undoubtedly the Enhancement type.

Enhancement isn't just about enhancing melee combat abilities; self-healing and the extended healing abilities for others also fall under the category of enhancement.

For a long time, if Jingyang wanted to help someone with their treatment, he had to first mark that person with a star, and then the star would activate their self-healing ability... which was quite troublesome. Not everyone is willing to be manipulated at will by a Nen user, not everyone trusts him like Shizuku does, and not everyone is as desperate as Kurapika was back then.

It seems that 71.2% of the enhancement level is not enough; we need to add more!

Suddenly, cries for help came from the sea.

When Jingyang looked up, he saw that it was the only guy who wasn't wearing a safety rope, struggling desperately at the edge of the whirlpool, waving frantically at the shore, and sinking into the water from time to time.

"My God, he's still alive!"

"Someone, please save him!"

Many people on the shore gasped in surprise. Of the other five challengers who were tied with safety ropes, two perished, turning into two specks of Jingyang's death aura. The remaining three had been dragged back to shore with the help of staff. They were all filled with the excitement of surviving a disaster. Now, seeing that the guy without a safety rope was still alive, they were both impressed and surprised, but there was nothing they could do.

"He was too far from the whirlpool; there's nothing we can do from that position," a staff member said regretfully.

"Wait, someone jumped in!" one of the challengers shouted, pointing to the beach.

As everyone looked over, they saw that among the tourists who had been playing chess on the shore after disembarking from the cruise ship, the tall and handsome young man leaped into the water like a cannonball, skimming the surface of the sea for about ten meters before diving diagonally into the sea. It was as if he had been swallowed up by the eye of death at the edge of a whirlpool in an instant.

"This……"

Many people witnessed this scene and covered their mouths in shock. What kind of exaggerated jumping power was that?

However, this was the Eye of Death, and even so, it was to no avail. Moreover, the person was already being dragged into the vortex, and even their cries for help were becoming weaker. The person had been challenging the Eye of Death alone, and although they had survived by sheer luck, they were exhausted and had no power to resist the vortex's suction. It looked as if they were about to be swallowed into the "pupil" by the vortex.

"Ah!" The guy who had closed his eyes and waited to die in the whirlpool cried out in surprise. As if he had been bitten by a shark underwater, he suddenly went upstream, like a sharp arrow cutting through a corner of the whirlpool.

The people on the shore gasped in surprise, but quickly calmed down and cheered along with the man, because the man was cutting through the waves towards the shore, and the young man who jumped in had successfully saved him!

Many people raised their phones to take photos and videos, ready to post them online. This is too outrageous. Many people risk their lives to challenge this whirlpool, while a young man on the shore who was playing chess with his girlfriend said he would jump in and that's it. Not only did he jump in, but he could also easily save someone.

"Whoa—whoosh—!"

The man was excitedly riding the waves, tilting his head back and shouting. He felt the owner of the hand that was gripping his arm like a steel bar underwater. It was as if a powerful engine was effortlessly dragging him toward the shore. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was almost a roar. It was unbelievable. Was the person who saved him really human?

Suddenly, a feeling of weightlessness washed over him, and he was lifted off the water. Images of the sky, islands, and crowds spun rapidly before his eyes, and then he landed heavily. His back burned, and he felt as if he had broken his leg, dislocated his shoulder, and fractured his arm. His internal organs felt very uncomfortable...

He saw stars, and the ringing in his ears made the cheers and shouts of the crowd seem to fade into the distance. However, the sound of someone leaping ashore after breaking through the waves, splashing their watery feet, was particularly clear—presumably the person who had saved him… He was dizzy, and the images in his vision swayed like a out-of-focus lens. There were glimpses of the young man who had saved him glancing at him casually, and scenes of several景区 staff members running over with first-aid kits in the distance…

"It's alright, I won't die." Jing Yang, soaking wet, waved to the people rushing towards him.

The staff opened their first-aid kits and busied themselves checking the man's injuries. Someone in the crowd couldn't help but complain to Jing Yang, "Was it necessary to throw him ashore so roughly?"

"Exactly! He didn't have to get hurt in the first place..."

"What...what's the point of this?"

Several people echoed his sentiment.

"Tch!" Jing Yang waved his hand dismissively, then turned to face Xiao Di, their eyes meeting in confusion.

Jingyang looked down at himself. "What's wrong?"

Xiao Di didn't say anything.

Jingyang laughed and said, "What? Did you think I would ignore him because of my anger? He's calling for help, I can't just stand by and watch him die."

Xiao Di seemed to be deep in thought.

Over there, the rescued man's dislocated shoulder had been straightened, and his several fractures had been treated. He was splinted and wrapped in bandages; that was all the resources available... Seeing this, Jing Yang went over and asked, "Do you need any help?"

“You…” The staff member who gave the man emergency treatment looked at Jing Yang, as if to say, “If that’s the case, why didn’t you do this earlier? You could have gently brought him ashore; he wouldn’t even have needed treatment.”

Despite their words, the rescued guy was still very grateful to Jing Yang. Lying on the ground, he thanked him repeatedly and excitedly introduced himself, asking, "Are you a hunter?"

Do I consider myself a hunter?

Jingyang thought for a moment, "I'd say he's a folk hunter."

Upon hearing this, many of the strange looks around disappeared. In this world of hunters, regardless of the reputation of hunters and amateur hunters, most ordinary people should understand that those associated with hunters are people they dare not mess with.

Jingyang then used the guy he had personally rescued as a guinea pig to continue testing his conceived healing abilities.

As he expected, the requirements for the healing Nen ability he developed in the Enhancement System were not actually that high.

Ordinary wounds, whether traumatic, bruised, or burned, can be healed with a touch of a small hand.

Severed limbs can be reconnected, and if necessary, they can slowly regenerate by consuming a large amount of energy.

In addition, it can accelerate the healing and recovery of injuries, and even the restoration of physical strength...

Basically, it's enough to strip away all the "authorities" related to healing, recovery, etc., associated with your "starred" account, separate them from the control system, and then enhance them.

That's more than enough.

Jingyang's hand rested lightly on his arm, which was wrapped in a wooden board and bandages. He recalled the experience of activating the self-healing ability when the star was activated, and continued to strengthen his envisioned enhanced healing Nen ability... In the end, Nen reflects the mind. Killua believed that he had been electrocuted since childhood, so his ki could naturally be transformed into electricity more easily, and thus he could really become electricity. Similarly, Jingyang was enjoying the benefits of automatic recovery and healing from the star every day of the year. As long as his will was firm enough, one day he would turn this envisioned enhanced healing from imagination into reality.

"Do you feel anything?" he asked.

"Uh, is there?" The injured guy wasn't quite sure what his savior was doing either. "It's hot. Don't you really have anything in your hands? The fracture doesn't seem to hurt as much anymore..."

It's normal for the other party to feel it. Qi is, first and foremost, a kind of life energy. The concentration of Qi that Jing Yang gathered in his palm was very high. Pressing it against the other party's fractured bone was equivalent to "lending" the excellent regenerative ability that Jing Yang inherently possessed as a Nen user to the other party—but this was far from what Jing Yang wanted.

Ultimately, this "treatment" had some effect, but the effect was minimal.

Jingyang wasn't disappointed. He felt he had gotten the hang of it, and he just needed to keep at it and keep trying.

"Gah!"

A piercing bird call came from overhead, and a small gray bird flew over, looking dusty, and flew towards Jingyang, who caught it in his hand.

"What's with the quacking?" Jingyang pinched the rock sparrow. "Have you turned into a duck since I last saw you?"

"Chirp?" The rock sparrow turned its head, staring with innocent eyes, and pecked at Jingyang's hand with its beak.

Jingyang let go of his hand, and the rock sparrow spread its wings and finally landed on his shoulder, nuzzling its gray feathers.

Half-believing, half-doubting, the guy who felt his bones had healed considerably looked at this scene in astonishment.

"I'm a hunter, what do you think?" Jingyang flicked the rock sparrow on his shoulder. "Let's go." He called out to Xiaodi.

Whoosh!

A pale white tiger galloped through the forest, slapping down a gray hare with one paw, killing it instantly.

Little White emerged from the ground like a ghost, squatted down and watched Wu Er step on the rabbit's corpse and devour it. Soon, the rabbit was a bloody mess, and Little White licked its mouth, which was full of blood. Suddenly, it stopped moving. Little White was already somewhat familiar with this sign, which meant that another person inside Big White's body had been revived.

"Pfft!"

As soon as Jingyang logged on, he found his mouth full of the taste of blood. A contradictory feeling of disgust, both finding it delicious and repulsive, was intertwined with his taste. He couldn't help but spit it out twice.

Wu Er's consciousness called out twice in his mind.

It seems it didn't encounter the "blonde girl" during this time.

"Jingwu Er" pawed aside a pile of wrecked rabbit skeletons, looked up to determine the direction in the forest, growled a low call to Xiaobai, and dashed off.

As they approached the island's town, "Jingwu II" slowed his pace. Little White, riding on the tiger's back, like him, peered towards the town, watching the people come and go, looking for any sign of that gold...

Snap!