I'm extremely interested in Nen abilities.

The "soul" floating behind Yun Gu's head fumbled for the secret to maintaining its "spiritual wandering outside the body," "but it wasn't exactly the same..."

Of course they won't be exactly the same.

If it were exactly the same, Yun Gu's physical body would already be "entangled" at this very moment. And with the slightest movement of his body, this "soul" at the back of his head would transfer to his physical body due to his focused energy, and then dissipate on its own...

Pong!

In less than a few minutes, the "soul" behind one of the martial artists dissipated, and he collapsed to the ground, his face full of regret.

One wavering in your resolve, and you fail on the spot!

He silently warned himself, "Forgetting can return to the body on its own..." But as soon as this thought arose, it caused his physical body to wake up, and his thoughts returned to his body.

It's like telling someone "don't associate it with an elephant," but the listener will immediately think of an elephant.

Boom, boom...

Ten minutes later, the "souls" of two more martial artists dissipated, their physical bodies revived, they looked at each other and sighed.

Is there really such a thing as comparing willpower?

This is too difficult!

Jingyang looked at the back of his head with a strange expression... He didn't feel any difficulty at all!

Is it because I can control my body 100% of the time?

Jingyang stood calmly in place, his eyes half-closed, his hands hanging naturally at his sides, and the "soul" floating in his mind was unusually stable, as if it were truly a soul "wandering outside the body".

Thinking about it carefully, I'm actually quite used to this "external perspective" feeling!

This has always been the feeling I get when I project my consciousness onto the star bearer...

Jingyang was already used to it.

Even the "soul" of Yun Gu, sitting upright in the air, was "meditating," trying its best not to let its thoughts wander, because if it relaxed even once, all its previous efforts would be in vain, the illusion would disappear after the meditation was broken, and the main consciousness would be revived in the physical body.

Jingyang's "soul," on the other hand, seemed rather idle... He looked around in his mind, then turned his head and met Xiaodi's gaze.

Little Drop tilts her head.

Jingyang shrugged...

An hour later, the "souls" of the martial artists gradually dissipated and awoke in their respective bodies.

Hart opened his eyes, realized he was out of the game, and angrily smacked his head again.

Recalling the feeling just now, Hart muttered to himself solemnly, "It's not just that I can't help but think about the risks of returning to my body, but the longer my 'soul' floats outside my body, the more... the more..." He hugged his arms, shivered, and his face scrunched up in distress, "...it's just indescribably uncomfortable!"

"It's like the whole person is really dying, inside and out!"

Among the militants who had already lost, some echoed their sentiments.

A martial artist shook his head with a chill and said, “I’ve been to sea before, alone. Drifting on the vast ocean, I didn’t see a single person for more than ten days. There was no cell phone signal, which forced me to talk to myself in front of the mirror. I was easily anxious and depressed. The intense loneliness was deeper than the ocean… But I have to say, if I could stay in that state for three days, I would rather drift at sea alone for three years!”

His words made everyone realize that the first test of willpower that Master Sky mentioned would last for three days!

"All three days, it has to be like this?" The "soul" looked incredulous. "No breaks allowed?"

Master Sky nodded and said, "Of course. Otherwise, how would we determine who is superior?"

"What should I do about eating?"

"Master Sky, you must be joking..."

"With your strength, you could go three days without food or water without any problems," Master Sky said with a smile, stroking his beard. "Besides, who said you couldn't eat, drink, and relieve yourselves in that state?"

"Is that possible?" Xiao Di rarely showed a look of surprise.

Hart looked at her in surprise and asked, "Sister Xiaodi, is it because..." He glanced at Zhen Yuanzi, who was standing still, and the "soul" floating in mid-air behind her head with his legs crossed.

Little Di's sister had guessed this situation from the beginning, so she directly abstained from the competition, just to take care of Zhen Yuanzi's body, who was unable to move, during these three days.

Master Sky said, "The standard for this test of willpower is how long your 'souls' can remain outside your bodies, not whether your bodies move or not."

Everyone suddenly remembered that Master Sky had said long ago that the so-called "souls" expelled from their bodies were merely their illusions. This meant that their bodies had always been perfectly normal, capable of free movement. The problem was that attempting to move their bodies inevitably involved a shift in their attention; once their attention left the "souls" at the back of their heads, the "souls" would easily dissipate immediately…

Finding the right balance is the real test.

Yun Gu understood this.

Jing Yang also realized that the difficulty had not changed... As long as Jing Yang was willing, he could give instructions at any time to let his body be managed by "Star". Not to mention eating, drinking and relieving himself, he could even give everyone a set of military boxing on the spot.

too difficult!

Then let's go hungry!

Many of the twenty or so martial artists who were still struggling to keep their attention focused on the "external soul" were practically screaming inside.

Zhehao was the same.

Three days without food or water, what's that? Let's focus—

"I don't care what you choose. As I said before, this competition is about how long the 'soul' at the back of the head can be maintained." Master Sky held up three fingers and smiled slightly. "But the second competition three days later is about martial arts. It will be a competition of martial arts using this method of 'soul leaving the body' and remotely controlling the body."

Everyone was shocked!

Master Sky explained, “It’s not easy to eliminate all other factors and only compare martial arts skills! Especially to eliminate the factor of strength… I’ve also been quite troubled by this, and in the end, I could only come up with this method, a clever trick. In other words, those of you who can persevere in the first round have three days in advance to try to explore and familiarize yourselves with this method of remotely controlling your bodies and using martial arts skills. Of course, there is a possibility that you might lose your ‘soul’ due to a mistake and be eliminated in the first round. In that case, it would be simpler to eliminate distractions and fast for three days.”

The old man is very bad!

The thought popped into everyone's mind.

Yun Gu was truly ashamed. Why did this Sky Master's style involuntarily remind one of Chairman Netero...?

Jing Yang was speechless. Now the second competition was completely out of the question. You might as well just hand the championship to your buddy.

【Um? 】

Jingyang's physical body, along with the "soul" behind his head, turned to look towards the direction of the front mountain.

His actions had a strong psychological impact on the other contestants.

Is it really that simple?

Why didn't Zhen Yuanzi's "soul" dissipate because of his reckless actions?!

Xiao Di wasn't surprised. Upon hearing the rules of the competition, she understood that the first two rounds would be virtually effortless for Jing Yang… Hearing Jing Yang's surprised voice transmitted through the moon marker in her mind, she turned to look in the direction Jing Yang was gazing. 【Has Suzaku arrived?】【Yes.】

……

This kid is so slow.

The "Jingyan Que" flapped its wings and flew away from the branch, preparing to fly towards the front of the mountain. On the way, it saw a figure sitting comfortably on the roof of the mountain resort hotel.

It's Niterói.

"Oh?" Netero suddenly looked at "Jingyan Que".

Chapter 129 Inhuman

Nitero was mostly bald, with only a few remaining white hairs tied in a braid on top of his head.

His white eyebrows were very long, just like his long earlobes, which gave him a Buddha-like appearance.

His white goatee was very thick. A stub of black hair at the end of the beard curled up in a hook like the tip of a calligraphy brush, adding a touch of unconventional playfulness to this seemingly hundred-year-old monster.

This unconventional, witty old man, the president of the Hunter Association and a grandmaster of the Heart Source School, sat casually on a corner of the hotel rooftop, his flowing sleeves billowing, wooden clogs dangling from his feet—as if he weren't worried about his shoes falling off. He enjoyed the cool breeze from a thousand meters above the ground while making a circle with his right thumb and forefinger, as if pretending it was a telescope, gazing into the distance…

As the "Jingyan Que" passed overhead at an angle, it instinctively compared itself to the sky.

The direction Netero was observing was precisely where Master Sky was practicing his first match of the first three days behind the mountain!

Who is he observing?

Sky Master?

Or are Yun Gu and the others who accepted the challenge?

"Oh?"

Perhaps because of the gaze of the "Jingyan Que", Netero suddenly turned his head and looked at him.

At first glance, Jingyang thought it was a stone statue that had suddenly come to life.

The figure of Netero before him was like a towering mountain standing before him. Looking up at it, the mountain appeared perfectly still, yet one instinctively suspected that it might collapse at any moment, plunging him into eternal damnation.

Jingyang recalled the stone Buddha under the peach tree he had seen in his dream last night, and the Bodhisattva image formed by countless petals...

In the blink of an eye, the feeling just now disappeared as if it were a hallucination. Nitero, sitting in the corner of the rooftop, seemed to be just an ordinary old man. Apart from his eyes not being as cloudy and dull as those of ordinary elderly people, and the unusual place where he was taking a stroll, there was nothing about him that would surprise anyone.

Netero stroked his black, barbed beard, gazing thoughtfully at the little gray bird hovering in the air.

"I'm just a bird passing by, I'm just a bird passing by..."

The "Jingyan Sparrow" repeated these words to itself, flapped its wings a few times, landed on the roof, hopped around a few times, exchanged a few glances with the old man with its tilted head, then hopped around a few more times, casually pecked at something, and then nonchalantly spread its wings again and flew away quickly... But as it flew away from the roof towards the front mountain, it heard Netero mutter to himself behind it: "The flow of Qi is somewhat unusual."

What a monster!

"Jingyan Que" plunged down, lowered its altitude, and flew close to the mountaintop. It had the illusion that Netero had seen through it completely.

is it possible?

Is it possible to tell at a glance that this bird is possessed by someone based solely on experience?

Jingyang pondered this possibility.

He hadn't observed the state of his aura when he possessed Iwatzu, especially the subtle differences in the look in his eyes compared to Iwatzu's usual appearance...

On the contrary, in the training ground, Master Sky was completely unaffected. He neither looked back at the hotel rooftop where Netero was, nor paid any special attention to the strange movements of Zhen Yuanzi's physical body and the soul behind his head. He stood calmly and composed at the front, watching the twenty martial artists from various schools who were still maintaining the state of "separation of spirit and body".

After the initial discomfort, the remaining martial artists have been able to maintain this peculiar state well, enduring the hardship and loneliness of "spiritually wandering outside the body," and some have even begun to try to control their physical bodies in this state.

The dozen or so martial artists who had already been eliminated watched from the sidelines with great resentment, while others began preparing for the next round of martial arts competitions by exchanging blows and sparring.

Hart composed himself and waited for Senior Brother Yun Gu while preparing to meditate, when he saw Xiao Di take out her phone to take pictures.

"Isn't this a bit much?" He opened his mouth in surprise.

……

"Click" "Click" "Click"...

As soon as they stepped off the private airship, they were greeted by a barrage of camera shutters. Kurapika and his bodyguards surrounded their employer and quickly entered the villa at the foot of Sensui Mountain, keeping the photographers as far away as possible.