I'm extremely interested in Nen abilities.

Just then, little Hart followed. He was genuinely terrified. His senior brother wasn't there, and he was alone in his hotel room when he accidentally saw the black skeleton that Zhen Yuanzi had drawn the night before, the one that was supposed to be absorbing the energy of his sleeping senior brother, Yun Gu. He was so frightened that he scrambled over, only to find that Xiao Di was already there...

……

Under the night sky stood a giant peach tree, tens of meters tall.

Countless peach petals drifted in the night, gathering into ribbons that flowed above everyone's heads...

On the boundless grassland, a dense crowd of people, like walking corpses, appeared once again.

Jingyang, who was in the crowd, regained consciousness almost the moment he entered. He turned his head and saw that it was indeed Xiaodi. On a whim, he activated the star mark on her and woke her up as well.

In fact, there are many ways to wake her up. Jingyang guessed that shouting at Xiaodi in this "dream" would probably wake her up. After all, this is a dream-like ability, and Xiaodi carries a star mark on her body and is not really controlled by the other party. Of course, the simplest way to break free is to shake Xiaodi awake from the outside, just like she took a nap.

Little Drop blinked, and the bizarre, dreamlike images reflected on her body rapidly diminished.

Most of the people around them were martial artists, and the dream images reflected on them were basically related to the ongoing "test of wills"... Jingyang and Xiaodi quickly looked at the destination ahead where everyone was wandering, which was the main body that Bisky suspected had left peach petal marks on Yun Gu and Hart's heads. It was one of the cooperative abilities mixed with this strange dream.

This time, the stone Buddha did not appear under the huge peach tree.

"What method did the president use to avoid being pulled into the dream?"

On the other side of the crowd, Rabbit Biyou and Snake Gailu were also there. They also noticed that the peach tree was empty this time.

"Perhaps he fought off the 'drowsiness' with sheer willpower?"

"This dream ability is most likely a materialization type. It's impossible for it to be so silent and unconditionally able to pull people into it. The one that truly manipulates the target pulled into the dream is probably the peach tree hidden in the dream... With the Chairman's powerful Nen, as long as he is vigilant, he won't be so easily affected by this materialized dream alone..."

The Rabbit and the Snake exchanged glances for a while, and soon each used their own methods. One used a fake address to disguise himself and stay here, while the other shed a layer of snake skin and also left a fake clone in this so-called dream.

After leaving the dream, they recalled the scenes in the dream and suddenly felt a little strange. Did they see a ball of fire? What was that?

Or rather, whose dream projection was it?

Fires raged across the grassland, and in the embers lay corpses scattered haphazardly. Each person wore the distinctive clothing of the Kuruta tribe, but all shared one thing in common: their eye sockets were blackened, their eyeballs gouged out. Some had even had their entire heads severed; a boy's severed neck remained, but his head was nowhere to be found…

Jingyang and Xiaodi quickly noticed the commotion. The only person who could project such a wide range of dream images onto their body was Kurapika, who harbored endless anger and hatred.

Jingyang was about to activate the star mark on Kurapika to wake him up when he got closer and realized that Kurapika had woken up on his own.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he stared blankly at the scene before him, especially at the headless boy's corpse, which he looked at for a long time.

This scene is something Kurapika never forgets, day or night. He constantly digs it out from the corner of his heart, and no matter how bloody it is, he forces himself to never forget this anger and hatred.

"Hehehe, hahahaha..."

Suddenly, a strange laugh came from above the three of them.

Jingyang, Xiaodi, and Kurapika looked up and saw the old beggar they had seen before sitting on the peach tree, which was tens of meters high.

The old beggar sat on a tree branch, overlooking the still-lingering bloody scene of the Kurta clan's annihilation around Kurapika. He met Kurapika's fiery, angry gaze without flinching, clapping his hands and chuckling, "Hahaha! I told you, you're the one who's like a work of art! Hahahaha..."

He laughed louder and louder, so loudly that even the peach tree swayed, and peach petals fluttered wildly in the air.

boom!

The dream shattered, and everyone awoke.

At the door of the hotel room in the front of the mountain, Kurapika held onto the door frame, feeling as if he had just been dazed, but the dream just now felt so real... He turned to look at his colleagues in the room and found that they were in similar situations, as if they had just been in a daze for a moment, nodding off against the wall or sofa, and did not feel anything unusual.

At the training ground on the back mountain, Jingyang and Xiaodi opened their eyes at the same time. Before they could speak, they heard a rather miserable scream.

"what!!!!!"

Why is it this Conan plot again... Jing Yang turned his head and saw that this time it was a bit different, because the screamer was none other than Hart, who had just woken up from his dream.

The black skeleton that Jingyang had seen before pressed Hart to the ground. The black skull approached Hart, its eye holes, nose holes, and even ear holes seemingly possessing some kind of devouring force, sucking away the breath from Hart's body surface strand by strand.

The other martial artists' "souls" were all stunned, and one after another, they dissipated with a series of "poofs."

"Help, senior brother!!!" Hart shouted, twisting and turning desperately, but he couldn't break free.

Without hesitation, Yun Gu's "soul" vanished with a thud, and after his physical body awoke, he recovered after a slight pause. He stomped on the ground with a "bang" and charged forward like a cannonball.

Jingyang's "soul" also dissipated, and he condensed the "Finger Flicking Divine Power" with his fingers, aiming at the black skeleton that was suppressing Hart.

Chapter 132 The Real and the False Sky

The sudden turn of events caught the martial artists participating in the competition completely off guard.

They knew nothing of the dream they had just experienced, but the strange black skeleton that had suddenly appeared was undoubtedly not something of legitimate origin, and its appearance was terrifying.

Hart cried for help, and a dozen or so martial artists who were still fighting successively or involuntarily released their "soul" energy, their physical bodies reviving. They looked at the hideous, terrifying black skeleton that exuded an eerie aura. Some hesitated and paled, while others stepped forward without hesitation to help—Zhehao was one of them.

However, Yun Gu, who was behind, struck first and decisively threw a punch. As a power-enhancing type, he condensed a considerable amount of energy into his fist and struck the black skull without hesitation.

boom! !

The force, enough to break a giant tree tens of meters tall like the one in the dream with a single punch, slammed heavily onto the front of the skull, but the skull remained completely unmoved.

"How could this be?" Yun Gu was shocked. "It had absolutely no effect?!"

A pair of eye sockets gleamed with a greyish light above the black skull, and two rows of teeth tapped together, as if making a laugh.

The energy from Yun Gu Fist, like ripples, was drawn into the skull-like eye sockets.

"It tastes just as good as other similar flavors!"

The black skeleton actually spoke, its two rows of black teeth opening and closing, producing a crackling laugh. Taking advantage of Yun Gu's astonishment at the ineffectiveness of his attack, it grabbed the other party with its skeletal arms and began to suck!

“Senior brother…” Hart was shocked, but he had just been sucked a few times and was feeling weak.

It wasn't that the black skeleton was sucking too hard, but rather that Hart's total Nen was too low; he almost finished it after just a couple of sucks.

Yun Gu was in a much better position; the black skull was sucking away the energy, and the martial artists, including Zhe Hao, who were there to help, had already arrived.

"What monster! Let him go!"

"Look at the fist!"

Unfortunately, all of these attacks, whether punches or kicks, were like mud sinking into the sea when they hit the black skeleton that was embracing Yun Gu and absorbing his Nen energy.

The opponent remained unmoved, but strangely, Zhehao and the others did not experience the pain and shock that one would feel when kicking an indestructible iron plate...

"It's not... defending..." Yun Gu gritted his teeth and slowly roared at the crowd, "It's marking us, making us immune to our attacks!"

Unfortunately, he shouted too late. A martial artist who was a few steps behind mustered all his strength, squeezed a ball of Nen, leaped up, and roared as he descended from the sky, smashing the glowing ball of Nen onto the top of the black skull with a thud.

This time, everyone saw it clearly.

The condensed sphere of Nen, despite its considerable power, failed to cause any tremor when it struck the black skull. On the contrary, after the black skull opened its mouth wide and took a deep breath, the sphere of Nen rapidly disintegrated like a melting snowball, completely absorbed...

"It must be because of the peach petal mark above our heads! Attacks from anyone marked with a peach petal are ignored by this black skull!"

"Those who have been marked have become this guy's prey..."

Yun Gu felt his life force being drained away by the approaching black skeleton, but his mind raced. "If that's the case, then the only thing we can ignore right now is..."

Just then, a psychic bullet as thick as an arm shot through the air!

boom!

The bullet struck the side of the black skull precisely!

The black skeleton was decapitated, and the skull was knocked away.

"call!"

Yun Gu escaped his predicament, staggered back a few steps, and let out a deep breath.

The other martial artists, who had been drawn to the black skeleton as if by a magnet after their attacks, have now broken free, each still shaken.

what is happening?

Zhehao and the others all looked towards the source of the telepathic projectile. That single telepathic projectile, fired with a flick of the finger, was indeed the work of Zhen Yuanzi!

"Little drop."

Jingyang moved his hands and feet.

"Ah."

With a flick of her wrists, Xiao Di condensed a ball of spiritual energy, which materialized into a strangely shaped vacuum cleaner.

The black skull that had been knocked away stopped in mid-air, spun around once, and the side of its skull that had been hit was full of cracks, but it was repairing itself rapidly and soon completely healed.

A pair of hazy, gray eyes stared intently at Jing Yang, and he said in a booming voice, "You brat, why are you hitting me?!"

Everyone was shocked. "You monster, don't you have any self-awareness? At this point, you're still asking why others hit you?"

Click, click, click, the black headless skeleton on the ground bounced around, and the marked martial artists had no way to stop it. They let the headless skeleton leap up and click into place with the skull floating in mid-air.

"It seems we're the only ones left to go."

Jingyang glanced at the situation and took the first step.

The opponent is not made of flesh and blood and possesses powerful self-healing abilities, so my Nen ball attack could easily turn around and kill me; the 'Star Mark' can control living beings and also consume a lot of energy to control objects, but it is of little use against Nen creations, and the opponent is clearly either a Nen beast or some kind of peculiar Nen clone...

Jing Yang clenched his fingers. Apart from star markers and melee attacks, his most effective move at the moment was undoubtedly the Finger Flicking Divine Skill.

"Buzz! Buzz!"

The vacuum cleaner head in Xiao Di's hand turned out with a ring of sharp teeth, spinning rapidly like a chainsaw and making a series of roaring sounds.

Thud, the black skeleton hit the ground.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

Jing Yang unleashed several rapid finger-flicking techniques, causing the black skeleton to stagger backward.

At the same time, in his other hand, a finger-flicking technique was constantly gathering power, with a psychic ball hovering on his fingertip, spinning rapidly and getting bigger and bigger.

Little Drop rushed forward, wielding its chainsaw and slashing at the bulging-eyed fish.

Click!

The black skeleton, stiffened by Jing Yang's several finger-flicking techniques, was unable to dodge and its sternum was shattered diagonally to its ribs, with black bone fragments flying everywhere.

"It hurts so much!"

The black bony claw stabbed at Little Drop, who raised the chainsaw-wielding bulging-eyed fish to block it.

boom!

The force of the bone palm sent Xiao Di flying backward.