Creating gods in the Hunter x Hunter world

Fu Long looked at the number 198 in his hand and was quite happy. He had six points, so the last round was practically a free win.

With his strength, he should be able to defeat everyone except Hisoka and Illumi, who would be a bit difficult to deal with.

Even if we encounter Leorio and the others, we can give way.

According to the storyline, the last one who didn't become a Hunter was Killua. That kid was too ruthless, which is why he lost his qualification.

But no matter what, I'm determined to be a hunter.

Hmm, why do I feel a little uneasy? Fu Long suddenly had a feeling.

It was purely intuition, but Fu Long knew that this kind of intuition was often the most accurate.

Fu Long then rushed out of the cave, his sharp eyes and keen ears fully activated.

A voice was heard instantly.

"Wow, you've grown really well. Getting a number during such a high-speed battle is really impressive."

It was the voice of fruit farmer Xisuo; he was walking this way.

It seems he encountered Xiao Jie and obtained his hunting token, along with three other tokens, and passed the level.

Now we're looking for a place to spend the other five days.

Well, maybe this little cave of mine was prepared for him in the previous storyline?

Damn it, let's go!

Fu Long immediately turned around and prepared to leave.

However, the astute Hisoka had clearly already spotted Fu Long.

"Oh, how lucky I am! I just saw a green apple, and now I've run into you. This place is just right."

Fu Long knew he had been targeted, so he slowly turned around and said, "Hisoka."

Chapter 41 The Stupidest Person

Hisoka's Nen had already begun, and Fu Long immediately focused his attention, watching Hisoka intently.

"I don't want to fight you. I definitely can't beat you right now."

Hisoka smiled, his snake-like eyes fixed on Fu Long.

"It's so strange. The way they handled it was pretty good, but why did it seem so naive?"

Naïve? Are you referring to me?

The thought flashed through Fu Long's mind: Wait a minute, I trained according to the plot in the book. Ning was used to observe the opponent, and my whole body's defense had also been adjusted so that I could use hardness to support any part at any time.

Why does it still look so immature?

"Hisoka, must we fight?" Fu Long was a little scared. No one was not afraid of Hisoka.

Hisoka casually pulled out a deck of cards, shuffled them rapidly, and then drew a card: "Three of Spades".

"Three moves. If you can withstand three of my moves, I'll let it go this time."

Three moves should be enough.

Fu Long immediately focused his mind and went into a state of alert.

However, in a flash, Hisoka disappeared from sight. He was so fast. There was a whooshing sound behind him. It was clear that Hisoka had attacked from behind.

Turning the tables, Fu Long swept his nine-toothed rake backward while simultaneously lunging forward and conjuring a poisonous spike in his hand, ready to strike if Hisoka attacked again.

The sound behind him was crisp and clear, indicating that the counterattack had indeed blocked Hisoka's attack, and Hisoka's figure quickly appeared to Fu Long's left.

Fu Long immediately threw a poisoned dart at Xi Suo, but the dart only struck an afterimage.

"Oh, so you've been hiding this technique." The voice came from the right.

Fu Long swung the rake around his body and swept it to the right.

Clang! Another crisp sound rang out, but Hisoka blocked the attack once again.

Moreover, he used both hands to hold two playing cards on the rake.

Fu Long's eyes narrowed. What a joke! This can be defended against. Moreover, the position of the two playing cards is so perfect that they are blocking the rake, making it difficult for him to pull his hand away.

The sound of wind breaking came from behind; Hisoka's playing cards were attacking Fu Long from behind.

Love that can stretch and contract freely?

Fu Long gritted his teeth, and the nine-headed skull appeared, directly guarding the gap behind him.

The clanging sound continued, and several playing cards were knocked away, but Fu Long was not hurt.

"Not bad, that's the first move."

"Are you kidding me?" Fu Long suddenly realized that he might be dead today.

Because of his actions just now, his eagle eyes were open, in order to see through Hisoka's movements.

Each attack of the rake required a great deal of strength, and with the defense of the nine-headed skull and the fact that a poisonous spike missed its mark, he had consumed almost half of his psychic energy.

But after defending for so long, this was only the first move. He was supposed to defend against three moves, but after just one, he was already half-crippled.

"Wait."

Before Fu Long could finish speaking, playing cards flew out from all directions, and Hisoka disappeared again.

Fu Long had no choice but to raise the Nine-Headed Skull for defense. Fortunately, the playing cards were arranged in alternating patterns, and ten cards were not played at once, which gave Fu Long an opportunity to continue defending.

However, at that moment, a gust of wind came from behind, and Hisoka attacked from behind again.

Fu Long had no choice but to resort to his signature move of turning the tables once again. After all, this tactic wasn't static; there were variations that alleviated the crisis behind him from another angle.

However, the moment the rake touched Hisoka's body, Hisoka's body turned into countless playing cards.

"This……"

A physical entity appeared before them; Hisoka had somehow managed to attack them head-on from the front.

At that moment, under Xisuo's control, all nine playing cards were simultaneously played towards Fulong.

Fu Long's nine-headed skull defense was simultaneously blocked by nine playing cards.

The nine playing cards were sticky, and the nine-headed skull was actually held up by the cards.

Fu Long was suddenly exposed to Hisoka.

"No, I can't die yet." In that instant, Fu Long felt the threat of death. No wonder he had felt a chill down his spine earlier; it turned out that this was what was waiting for him.

A playing card flew out, and Fu Long quickly unleashed his signature move, the "Horse-Slaying Poison Sting."

This time, Hisoka failed to dodge, and the poisonous stinger struck him. Hisoka's body shuddered, clearly indicating that the intense pain was making him very uncomfortable.

But Hisoka actually endured the pain, and the playing card spun in mid-air.

As Fu Long rolled to the side, trying to escape the path of the poker card, he stood up again, only to have the card slice right towards his forehead.

Pfft, blood flowed out. Fu Long felt that the poker had indeed cut a little bit into his forehead.

Fortunately, it was only a small cut, just a cut through some flesh, without damaging the bone; otherwise, I would definitely be dead.

His mental energy was completely depleted, and the sharpness of his Fiery Eyes had vanished. The last thing he saw before him was the mental energy on the playing cards—the flexible love that could stretch and contract at will.

"Am I dead?" Fu Long was momentarily stunned, but he quickly realized that he was not dead. He had just used too much mental energy and his body was a little exhausted.

But he was still relatively conscious.

"Third move." Hisoka suddenly rushed forward, but Fu Long found that he couldn't resist at all. His Nen was completely drained, and his consumption was too great.

"Bang." However, Hisoka did not kill Fu Long directly. Instead, he punched Fu Long in the face, sending Fu Long flying.

His face swelled up, and the intense pain actually made Fu Long more alert.

"Your fighting style is a complete mess. I can't say you're not strong, but this amateurish fighting style is really hard to watch. However, it's quite nice to feel this extreme pain. The raw taste of youth always makes one crave it. End of third move."

Hisoka slowly turned and left, never looking back at Fu Long.

Fu Long lay on the ground, slowly recovering.

He fell to the ground, his eyes involuntarily looking to one side.

Fu Long's mind was in turmoil. He had lost so badly, and Hisoka's words seemed to have stirred something within him. He wondered if he had misunderstood something.

"Hmm, that's..."

On a distant leaf, a slightly larger praying mantis waits to catch an insect. It remains motionless, like a slender green stem, lulling the insect into a false sense of security.

It only struck the insect with lightning speed when it entered its attack range.

Fu Long's eyes lit up, and then he chuckled.

"I'm such an idiot, I actually got carried away. What right do I have to be so cocky? Haha, you moron! If Hisoka had even the slightest intention to kill today, you would already be dead. Fu Long, you might be the dumbest person in the world."

Chapter 42 Fu Long's Reflections

In the small cave, Fu Long, his face bruised and swollen, sat huddled inside.

When did I start becoming stupid?

Fu Long kept reflecting on his past.

When he obtained Nian, when he acquired the powerful Nine-Headed Skull, when he encountered Menchi and Buhara, and when he thought he was seeing the future from God's perspective, he became arrogant and foolish.

The battle with Colonel Sha was not because I was so strong, but because Colonel Sha was really too weak. However, after that battle, it was the beginning of my foolishness.

After obtaining the Poisonous Thorn, he felt that he had both offense and defense, like a nouveau riche who suddenly became rich. He wore gold and silver on the surface, but his vulgar temperament could not be concealed. On the contrary, he felt very generous.

Accepting the mission, exploring the Curious Park, and exchanging for a creature like the Spirit Dragon is just a simple test. You won and even treated it as a victory. But wouldn't it be the same if someone else did it?

In his battle with Suti, he was almost injured. To be honest, Suti's strength was only average, but he became more and more arrogant, feeling that because he knew the plot and had done a good job of basic training in the four major banks, his psychic power was abundant, and victory was just a piece of cake.

From that time on, it seemed that his battles were all about relentlessly attacking without regard for the consumption of his psychic energy.

In the Strange Forest, Illumi defeated Ramoch with a single move, but Feli escaped from his grasp.

If Illumi wanted to kill Feli, she would definitely not be able to escape.

Patience, surprise attack, instant kill—Illumi had planned everything perfectly, except for himself, who foolishly believed he had the upper hand.